Foxpaw let out a sigh, waiting outside the Medicine Den. The moon was high up in the sky: her mind whirled with questions about what was going on with the cats sent to LeafClan. Fallenspirit was sent to fight, and Moonleaf had sent Thornkit, Frostkit, and Onyxkit to sleep once they started yawning too much to form a complete sentence.
"They'll be fine," she almost jumped at the sound of her mentor's voice, and snapped her head back to look at the other she-cat. "Battles rarely end up with anything other than scratches and bites."
"I just want to know what's going on," Foxpaw meowed, resting her head on her paws.
"You will," Moonleaf meowed, sitting down next to the red-furred she-cat. "There are battles when they'll send a Medicine Cat, you know."
Foxpaw's ears perked in interest, and she adjusted her head to look at her mentor. "Really?"
Moonleaf nodded. "Not to fight, of course, but they're battles we can't afford to lose. They'll send us along, and you'll be able to watch." The thought seemed to make her mentor uncomfortable, but for Foxpaw, she guessed it was better than nothing.
She snapped her head up as the camp entrance rustled, then Sparkstar padded into camp. Foxpaw couldn't tell what he was feeling: it was like he had a stone face over his own. Even his golden eyes weren't showing anything. All the other cats, however, looked defeated. Sparkstar looked around at every cat in camp.
"We won," he meowed simply.
Snowleopard padded into camp last, a limp body hanging from his jaws.