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Stormsky cleared his throat. His stomach was aching and his throat felt clogged. Stormsky sucked in breath sharply, his whiskers twitching.

"What's with you?" asked Icestream, coming over to stand beside her brother.

"Can't breath," Stormsky managed. He broke off, coughing. "Probably need some water . . ."

Icestream looked worried. "Are you sick?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I'm fine," Stormsky snapped. "I'm going to the river . . ." He left before his sister could say anything.

The dark gray warrior reached the river and drank gratefully. The icy water cooled his throat, easing the pain. Stormsky swallowed carefully and looked around. Scents mingled around him- mouse, RiverClan, fish. The sounds made his ears twitch- the bubbling of the river, skittering among the bushes. It was all so peaceful. Stormsky settled down and let it all soak in for a while.

"Stormsky!"

Stormsky's eyes shot open and he whirled around, pelt bristling. "Huh?"

Thrushfeather came crashing through the brush, his eyes wide. "Where's Songlight and Mothfeather?" he wheezed. "I need a medicine cat."

"What's going on?"

"Yellowclaw collapsed," the brown warrior breathed heavily, gulping down large gasps of air. "And she needs help."

"I'll come!" Stormsky tensed his muscles, ready to run.

"You don't know how," Thrushfeather hissed. "She needs a medicine cat!"

"I can help," Stormsky insisted. "Besides, we don't have time!"

"That's a point . . ." Thrushfeather's eyes clouded.

Stormsky groaned. "Where is she?" he asked.

"This way," mewed Thrushfeather, and he shot off through the brush, Stormsky on his tail.

The two ThunderClanners raced through the forest, hearts pounding. Thrushfeather led the way, his eyes focused on the path ahead.

Yellowclaw lay retching by the river. She batted at the air like she was seeing a monster invisible to the other cats. "I need, um . . . I think . . ." Stormsky searched his mind frantically. Jayfeather, any time now! he screamed inwardly.

Yellowclaw's breathing was growing fainter and shallow. "Hurry up, what herb do you need?" Thrushfeather hissed.

Stormsky clawed at the nearest bush. Red berries fell at his paws. Deathberries, the warrior thought. Not normally used, but can be used to save a cat rom the verge of death.

Stormsky shot a glance at Yellowclaw. Her paws were flailing feebly; her eyes were glazed over; and her tail twitched oddly. Seems to be the verge of death, Stormsky thought sarcastically.

He raced over with the deathberries and practically shoved them down Yellowclaw's throat. The golden she-cat choked in response as she swallowed. Then her eyes closed and her breathing steadied. That's what Longwhisker did, Stormsky recalled, remembering the gray she-cat thrashing violently. But she wasn't dying . . .

Stormsky watched as Yellowclaw's breathing become less pained and the twitching in her tail declined. "You did it!" Thrushfeather exclaimed. "Stormsky, you saved her!"

"I did," Stormsky breathed.

"Should we wake her up?" Thrushfeather asked. Eithout waiting for a response, he nudged Yellowclaw's shoulder. "Yellowclaw?"

"You idiot!" Stormsky hissed. "She needs rest!"

But Yellowclaw was already waking up. Her brilliant green eyes were slowly opening and she groaned something inaudible.

"What?" Stormsky asked.

Yellowclaw's voice was slurred. "Thanyou," she mumbled.

"Huh?"

"She's saying thank you, mouse-brain," Thrushfeather meowed.

"Oh." Stormsky's pelt prickled hotly. "Um, you're welcome."

Yellowclaw purred weakly and struggled to get up. Stormsky and Thrushfeather rushed t her side and helped the golden she-cat to her paws. "Thanks," Yellowclaw meowed, more clearly. She licked Stormsky between the ears. "How'd you know what to use? I figured it was, like, juniper or something."

"Um, I just thought . . ." Stormsky trailed off. He didn't want to say he'd fed her deathberries while she was about to die. So he just meowed, "I just thought of the right herb, that's all."

Yellowclaw purred gratefully. "Thanks, Stormsky."

"Its not a problem." Stormsky was now thoroughly embarrassed. He knew that when you saved a cat's life, you were supposed to feel all warm and tingly inside; you were supposed to accept all thank yous and be all modest and such. But all he felt was awkward and shy. His pelt flushed and he coughed softly.

Thrushfeather understood his friend's uneasiness and changed the subject. "So, how'd it feel? Was it really that bad? I mean, it tasted bad, but it didn't make me sick . . ."

"Well, I just felt like I was about to throw up my sparrow, to tell you the truth," Yellowclaw stated, stumbling over her paws and nearly faling on her face before Stormsky pushed her back up. "Ah, thanks again," she mewed hastily, then she continued: "It was like getting clawed inwardly. So weird . . . then everything went hazy, and I thought I was joining StarClan until Stormsky gave me the herbs, then everything was black." She blinked at Stormsky warmly.

The gray tabby suppressed a groan. Did she have to keep bringing it up?

The three entered RiverClan camp. Hazelpaw, a small apprentice, padded past them toward the fresh-kill pile with a fish in her jaws, dipping her head respectfully as she passed.

"I don't get how RiverClan fish so well," Stormsky mewed hastily, trying to keep Yellowclaw off the subject of him saving her. "I would hate doing that."

Yellowclaw took the bait. "Yeah. And no offense to ThunderClan, but how can you guys stand being so enclosed? I could never live like that- I have to free and able to see the sky in front of me."

Thrushfeather intervened. "Well, I couldn't stand being out in the open, like WindClan."

Yellowclaw turned to the brown cat. "We can run free and not worry about stepping on something to scare off our prey."

Thrushfeather bristled and put on a fake angered expression. "That only happens to carefree apprentices," he scoffed, waving his tail.

Stormsky put in, "You did it once on patrol just last half moon!"

"Did not!" Thrushfeather mewed loudly. But his eyes gleamed with amusement.

The three young warriors meowed loudly, and Stormsky caught Yellowclaw's eye. The she-cat blinked at him, a friendly shine to her eyes. Stormsky returned the gesture.

"I'm gonna go get some herbs for my stomach, so I don't get sick," Thrushfeather mewed. "Yellowclaw, you should come too."

"Okay." The golden WindClan cat nodded and followed Thrushfeather, waving her tail in farewell to Stormsky.

Stormsky watched her go. Did the she-cat feel more than friendship for him?

Honestly, I didn't like that chapter much, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting and I was bored. So, later! Review please; the little button wants you too. Trust me, it does. It loves it when you press it; it says it tickles. I know this because it talks to me. : )