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A Warrior's Will, Chap. 9

The only reason Snow walked into the warriors den was because it was something to do- to get away from the butterflies in her stomach.

"Uh, um, Bluerain?" Snow blurted out.

The Russian blue she cat sat up. "What is it Snow?" She said yawning.

She didn't know what to say. "Um, n-never mind." And she hurried over to check with the sick kit again.

Bluerain looked curiously at the troubled snowy she-cat. But she shrugged it off.

Snow stepped into the Medicine cat den quietly. "Amberpelt? I want to talk to you about-" but she stopped. Amberpelt rushed out and nearly ran into Snow.

"Snow! Thank Starclan you're here." Amberpelt wheezed.

"W-what is it?

"It's Webbedkit. He's passed his greencough to Forestkit and I'm afraid it might turn into whitecough, and if it does, we may loose these kits and others. If you want to help, go tell Cloudstar. Now!" She looked at Snow sternly.

That's all she thinks I can do? Snow thought with annoyance. But there was no time to think about that right now. Snow rushed into the leaders den. "Cloudstar! Get up Cloudstar!" She new she shouldn't talk to this clan leader that way but these kits and other could die.

Cloudstar sprang out of bed. "Who? Wh-What? Snow!" she said finally recognizing who was there. "What's-" But Snow was already speaking.

"Webbedkit and Forestkit have greencough and it may turn into whitecough. If it spreads any more, it could be bad. We need to get more supplies for A-Amberpelt." For some reason the name made her flinch. Was that jealousy Snow felt?

As Cloudstar and Snow rushed out, Snow started thinking again. Why hadn't Creek and Mist warned her about the sick kits? Was this how it was supposed to be? To let these kits die and possibly others? Snow thought in astonishment. What about Snowstorn? She herself didn't plan on falling… but she was brought out of her thoughts again for they were at the entrance of the Medicine cat den with the saddened face of the Medicine cat, Amberpelt looking at two, half dead kits and elders who seemed to have the life being taken from them every second that goes by.

Oh Starclan! Amberpelt thought desperately. Please let these cats live!