A/N: Yeah, yeah. Triumphant return, yada yada yada, new chapter, yada yada...sorry for the wait. The near three year wait. Oops.

Chapter Eight

Shadowpaw held in a strangled cry as she raced towards the stream. Whiteflame and Echofeather streaked passed her, with Gorsepaw close behind. She recognized the black fur- it was Fangkit.

The kit seemed smaller than ever. Blood pooled around him, and yet he hardly seemed to be bleeding. Then she saw a couple of big gashes along his legs and flank.

"Brackentail! Take Fangkit back to camp," Echofeather's order came muffled, as her jaws were clamped around a wailing Breezekit.

"Be careful. He's bleeding badly and he barely breathing," Shadowpaw warned, "Make sure he gets to Nightwalker and Bluepaw right away."

Brackentail nodded as he gently picked up the injured kit. He took off back in the direction of the camp with Echofeather close behind.

Meanwhile Whiteflame was prying Gorsepaw away from his fight with Blazepaw.

"Gorsepaw, go back to camp. Hawktalon," he snarled, glaring at the indifferent tabby tom, "Any more stunts like that and you will have the wrath of both FireClan and StarClan to deal with."

"You are wrong. It is you who will have to deal with the wrath of LightClan and StarClan," Hawktalon mewed coolly, "I am acting in accordance with StarClan."

"Your reign of terror will be short lived and uneventful," Windstorm hissed as Whiteflame led the remainder of the patrol away from the stream.

X

As the patrol reentered the camp, a cloud of suspense hung over the Clan. Bluepaw shuffled from the medicine cat's den stiffling a yawn.

"Bluepaw! What's going on? How's Fangkit," Shadowpaw questioned.

"Fangkit's fine. He's lost a lot of blood, but he'll recover. Nightwalker and Mosspelt are looking after him now. Breezekit has your basic scrapes, but he's in good shape."

"You're doing a good job at being a medicine cat, Bluepaw. You've just started training and you're already saving lives," Shadowpaw purred.

"You're too kind. I'm still learning all of the herbs. Nightwalker didn't let me do too much to help with Fangkit. I got to deal with Breezekit instead," she snorted.

"In that case, I think you've surpassed Nightwalker already."

Gorsepaw wandered over from the fresh kill pile, "Hey guys, have you seen Russetclaw? He was supposed to go out on patrol."

"You don't think he could have defected to that leech Hawktalon, do you," Shadowpaw gasped.

"I doubt it. He's not like that. FireClan comes before anything for him," Bluepaw argued.

Then where did he go?

A/N: There, satisfied? I wrote a chapter. Yay! *Throws rave* You're all invited.