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Sandpaw gasped, and Graystripe seemed to stare angrily at his limp friend, as though it was Firepaw's fault that he had eaten the tempting bright berries. I couldn't help but smile, amazed at their reactions; but I quickly gasped when Firepaw's ragged breath started to slow. Knocked back into reality by the breathing patterns, I quickly rushed backed to my racing thoughts, trying to pick out the pieces of information of medical facts among the jumbled worries and sounds of my beating heart.
"Graystripe, run as fast as you can back to my den. Find the yarrow. Bring as much as you can carry." I figured sending the poor warrior would give him some time to get over his confusing feelings. However, he hesitated, his eyes darting to Sandpaw for some reason. My heart skipped a beat or two as he seemed to debate something in his own mind. Me and Sandpaw both stood there, dismayed.
"Well?" The sandy apprentice snapped, her green eyes narrowing angrily. Whether it was fright or decision, Graypaw sped off towards my den. Sandpaw looked like she had given up all hope in the world.
"Sandpaw..." I muttered, my eyes looking towards the den, "Can you get me some moist moss? Firepaw will need it when he wakes up." Of course, I had no idea if this was true, but it would surely be better than standing here, wondering if her best friend would make it or not.
Luckily, her eyes lit up and she darted off into the bushes obediently, paws racing under her. Despite the sticky situations, I couldn't help but rejoice. This tragedy had brought the three of us closer. I Firepaw didn't make it (Silent prayer to StarClan), then we wouldn't be completely alone.
Graystripe was trotting towards me, his mouth full of yarrow, his face twisted at the disgusting taste. I laughed at he sight; he would be lucky if he didn't have to rush into the bushes and retch up the taste. Dropping it on the almost still chest of his friend, he darted off to the bushes. Apparently, he wasn't lucky.
Sandpaw wasn't back yet. I kept on looking to the bushes, but her lithe golden shape did not appear. StarClan fobid that she ate deathberries as well.