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CHAPTER 18

"Are you sure there's nothing that can be done?"

Lionblaze looked to the brown tabby mountain cat, hopefulness in his golden eyes.

She turned her yellow gaze to him. "You never know, it depends on how much the sickness has spread. Flare may be able to do something for her, but its a slim chance".

It may be a slim chance, but it was a chance they would have to take!

Lionblaze took in a breath and turned to his patrol, "If it's alright with you Brook, can these three go back with you?" he pointed his tail to Burningpaw, Cloudtail and Hazeltail.

She nodded, "Yes, and I will tell Flare of your problem, maybe he can prepare herbs for her".

Lionblaze bowed his head in thankfulness, then turned to Poppyfrost. "Do you want to go back to the Tribe, or come get Sunpaw with me?".

"I'll go with you" she meowed cheerfully, her shiny tortoiseshell pelt rubbing up against his.

For a second he thought nothing of the gesture, then Lionblaze looked into the she-cats eyes, and saw something in them. Was she in love with him?

"Please hurry" Burningpaw meowed from beside Brook, "Sunpaw's my littermate, I can't lose her".

"You won't" Lionblaze promised, though he didn't know if he could keep that promise. He had never seen this horrible disease before, but if the the fox had it, then it seemed almost unavoidable.

"Let's go" he flicked his tail for Poppyfrost to follow, and she did obediently.

At least they had found the Tribe, that was one thing to be hopeful for. Though he didn't expect to get attacked when they found the patrol, but the cats were young. Maybe they're just more cautious, after all they had to battle of the rogues. They didn't do so much battling as he did, it was so easy to defeat those crow-food eating cats, he just threw them aside like mice!

"What are you thinking about?", Poppyfrost's mew brought him back from daydreaming.

She was looking at him inquisitively, her shiny blue eyes full of curiosity, and longing.

"Just about the journey we made to the mountains last time. We had to battle rogues that were trying to drive the Tribe out" he meowed, telling the warrior of his story.

She smiled, "I bet you defeated all of them, you could take on all of ShadowClan if you had to".

Lionblaze flicked his ear nervously at the she-cats praise, where was all of this coming from?

"I didn't do all the fighting" he admitted, "Hollyleaf fought well, even Jayfeather fought when he had to".

Being a Medicine Cat certainly didn't stop his brother from knowing how to fight, and surprisingly he was good at it.

As the two ThunderClan cats moved across the open terrain, Lionblaze couldn't help but think of how serene the mountains were. The lake territory was a nice home, sure, but it wasn't beautiful. Maybe their new home would be something like this, and hopefully it would be there home for many generations.

"So, you and Icestorm seem to be pretty in love" Poppyfrost's jealous voice made him perk his ears.

"She's my mate, of course we're in love" he meowed, defending his white furred mate.

Poppyfrost's eyes flashed with anger, and she turned to him, fur bristling.

"She's a weak cat, you need a mate that can fight alongside you in a battle. You need a mate that will love you like I could. Icestorm could never do any of those things for you!".

Her icy glare pierced Lionblaze's golden eyes, and for a second he saw red.

Anger rose up inside him, and Lionblaze wanted to claw the she-cats eyes out for speaking of his mate like that. He pushed her towards a rock, and stared her straight in the eye.

"Listen Poppyfrost" Lionblaze snarled, "Icestorm is my life now, I love her more than anything in this world. You don't even know what love is! When you're willing to die for someone, that's love. When all you can think about is their face, that's love! And when I look at you I feel absolutely nothing close to love".

His fur bristled as they held the stare.

Poppyfrost gave him one last look before running forward through the brush.

"Good" he yelled after her, "Go hit on some other cat that doesn't have a mate!".

How dare she talk about Icestorm like that! She's one of the nicest cats in the clan, not to mention one of the most loyal. Where did this sudden jealousy come from?

Poppyfrost had always been such a nice and caring cat, nothing like what he had just seen.

Shaking his head from the event that had just occurred, Lionblaze broke through the undergrowth, traveling back to the clans.

"You're back!" an excited voice came from the front of the traveling cats.

The shiny tortoiseshell pelt of Thistlepaw broke through the group, and bounded towards his mentor.

"How did it go?" he meowed curiously, "Did you find the tribe?".

Lionblaze nodded, "Yes we did, and their happy to take us in".

Lionblaze touched his golden tail to his apprentice's beaming face. It was amazing how much a transformation the young tom had gone through. His shiny pelt had grown back, and he only had a few patches that didn't. Barely any scars were still visible, except on his paw where the worst damage had been done.

"Is that true?" the voice of his leader came forward, "Are they really happy to have so many cats?".

Firestar's jade colored gaze examined his deputies, waiting for an answer.

"Well Brook was" he meowed admittedly, "But she said that the Tribe Healer, Flare, will be happy to have us".

"What happened to Stoneteller?" Squirrelflight followed her father, concern in her eyes.

"I'm sorry" Lionblaze murmured to his aunt, "Brook said he was taken away by an eagle".

Though that wasn't the truth, Lionblaze wasn't going to tell them how he really knew this, Jayfeather.

Squirrelflight's face was saddened, but then she turned her green gaze back to Lionblaze.

"Did you ask them if they had a cure for Sunpaw? Are they going to help her?".

This was what he had been dreading, what could he say? No they don't have a cure for your daughter, she's going to die. And I can't do a thing about it!

"There isn't a direct cure" he meowed calmly, "But Brook told us that their healer will do everything he can to save her."

The ginger she-cat nodded, "I'll be right back, we should get Sunpaw there as soon as possible".

Racing off to find her daughter, Lionblaze looked into the crowd of traveling cats. ShadowClan and RiverClan were traveling as one, and WindClan was bringing up the rear, as his clan brought up the front. Surprisingly all the cats had eaten well on the journey, there was plenty of prey for everyone.

Ferncloud brushed past him, carrying Dovekit in her jaws. Behind the elder queen, the beautiful bright pelt of his mate was moving towards him, a scrambling Dustkit in her jaws.

"Hey" he greeted, rubbing her muzzle against his.

She mumbled something he couldn't hear, then set Dustkit on the ground lightly.

"How did it go? Did you find the tribe?" she mewed, walking towards him.

He nodded, "Yes, and I have to go back to bring Sunpaw. We're going to see if they can do anything for her".

"I'll come with you" she mewed happily, giving the tiny kit below her feet a lick. "Let me just find Foxcatcher so he can take Dustkit, then we can go".

Icestorm weaved through the cats around her, and in a matter of moments, appeared with her red-furred brother.

"Why do I need to carry him?" he complained, giving his sister a look of impatience.

"Because, I can't very well take a new-born kit into the Tribe Of Rushing Water. Now take him before I set Ferncloud on you".

She held her blue stare, to his amber one, until the young tom finally gave in and picked the kit up.

Icestorm smiled and turned to her mate, "Okay I'm ready, where's Sunpaw?".

Before he could answer, a shriek came from a few tail-lengths away.

"Get away from me!" a furious Sunpaw hissed, trying to aim a blow at her mother.

Squirrelflight looked shocked, as did the cats that were watching the scene.

"Calm down" Firestar spoke, approaching his granddaughter. "We're just trying to get you help. The Tribe may have a cure".

A low growl came from the apprentice's throat, as she stared furiously at her mother and grandfather.

"Sickness it is" Midnight growled, walking towards Sunpaw, "Her fault its not, for being angry".

"Is there anything that can be done?" his uncles voice echoed from not to far away, concern in his piercing amber gaze.

The black and white badger looked at Sunpaw for a moment, then took in a deep breath.

"Speak of herb my kin does, to heal rabies. But herb grow near waterfall in Tribe's territory".

Lionblaze perked his ears, wasn't that a good thing? The waterfall that he had been to, wasn't far away at all!

"Why can't we go there and get it ourselves?" he put in, looking at the badger.

She sighed, "Dangerous it is, power of water kill small cat".

Lionblaze needed the ground impatiently, he could go! He could go through the waterfall and get the herb without getting hurt.

"Midnight go" the badger growled, "Young apprentices life more valuable, leave now I will".

"Are you sure?" Firestar meowed, "Isn't it dangerous?".

The badger said nothing, as she turned around and broke through the leaves, heading towards the tribe.

That badger is nicer than most of the cats I live with, Lionblaze smiled, finally feeling hopeful that they may have a cure.

But will it come soon enough?