Crowfeather's POV
Crowfeather awoke one morning in the warriors den. He sat up, stretched, and yawned.
He stepped out of the den and looked up at the sky.
The sun was just rising.
He then padded over to the medicine cat den to check on Breezepelt.
It's been two days since the dog attacked and Breezepelt was badly injured.
Barkface said that he would be okay and Crowfeather was relived.
He's never spoken with Feathertail or seen her anywhere on RiverClan territory.
I hope she's alright… He thought as he walked into the medicine den.
"Barkface?"
"Yes Crowfeather?" Barkface was urging Breezepelt to eat some herbs.
"Is Breezepelt alright?"
"I'll be fine once Barkface stops feeding me these herbs!" Breezepelt snapped.
He sounded like his old self. He seems to be feeling better.
Crowfeather dipped his head and backed out of the den.
He bumped into someone on his way out.
"Hey, watch…" his eyes widened when he realized it was Feathertail.
"Feathertail?" He asked, confused.
"Feathertail? Do you got bees in your brain?" Feathertail hissed.
Crowfeather closed his eyes and opened them and realized it was Whitetail.
"What do you want with that cat anyway, Crowfeather?" Whitetail demanded.
"Uhh…what do you mean?! I don't want anything to do with that cat!" he snapped.
He then dashed out of camp.
To be continued…