Weedtail looked at Adderblaze and Ryedust sharing tongues, and held back a sigh.

Last night, he helped Embersplash deliver four kits, and he knew it wouldn't be long, until he was helping Adderblaze deliver hers.

"This clan has too many cats," he mumbled under his breath, however, it wasn't quiet enough.

Greentuft turned away from the herbs he was sorting, to look with wide eyes.

"Are you saying you want to get rid of our clanmates?" he shook his head, "That's not a very medicinely cat thing to say!"

"Yeah, well neither is having kits, but here you are," Weedtail sighed.

He still felt slight anger with Greentuft, when he thought about how his fellow medicine cat, broke the rules, and had kits with Hopewind.
After that, Antstar made Greentuft a regular warrior, and Weedtail was forced to be BigClan's sole medicine cat.

On the bright side though, Greentuft still helped him sort herbs.

Loud screeching tore Weedtail from his thoughts, and he raced out of the medicine cat den, to see Jaystorm and Logflower fighting over a shrew.

"It's mine, I saw it first!" Jaystorm growled, biting Logflower's ear.

The brown tom let out a hiss, and raked his claws across the side of the other tom.

"Stop it right this instance!" Weedtail snapped, grabbing Logflower by his scruff, and pulling him back.

"But he stole my shrew!" Jaystorm growled; his yellow eyes flashing.

"It wasn't yours, it was mine!" Logflower spat.

This time, Weedtail did not hold back his sigh, this was the exact reason why he thought the clan should be smaller.
Cats were constantly fighting over the never-full fresh-kill pile, and sadly, the weaker smaller warriors like Quietmouse, barely got to eat at all.

Weedtail supposed he should be glad, that they were at least still feeding the kits, queens, and elders first, before turning into savages.

"I have an idea," Nutswoop meowed, bounding over, "Why don't you two just share the shrew?"

Logflower rolled his eyes.

"Uh, because it's tiny?"

Jaystorm nodded.

"Yeah, and Logflower is fat!"

Weedtail padded away from the two toms, who had begun to fight again, if they killed each other, it'd be two less cats to worry about.

"I'm going to go gather some herbs!" he yowled, knowing that he'd need some with the way things were going.

Quick as a tick, Greentuft was at his side.

"I'll help you."

"Actually, Greentuft, you're needed to go on a hunting patrol," the deputy Tigerslip meowed, with a slight edge to his voice.

Like many other clanmates, he still hadn't forgiven Greentuft for his betrayal.

Slight relief rolled over Weedtail's pelt, as he stepped out of the camp entrance, he was glad to be away from everyone.

Snow crunched beneath his paws, as he stepped outside the camp. The sight of it caused a flicker of joy to swell in his chest.

Maybe, just maybe, herbs wouldn't be growing, and then...

No! He berated himself, just because he was tired of having so many clanmates, didn't mean that he wanted them to die!

"So, Antstar's getting pretty old."

Weedtail stopped in his tracks, at the sound of Dovetalon's meow, and pricked his ears, were some of his clanmates planning something?

"Right? She must be on her last life now!" another cat exclaimed; Redstrike.

"We can't talk about this right here, what if some cat hears us?" Sleekthistle whispered.

"No one's going to hear us," Robinflight hissed.

That's where you're wrong, Weedtail thought, though, he didn't give himself away, he wanted to know what they were planning first.

"She's right, besides, it's not like we're doing anything bad," Brambleburr meowed.

You better not be, Weedtail thought, sinking his claws into the ground. He'd tear the pelt off of any cat who dared to harm his leader.

"So, are we going to do it or what?" Wavewatcher asked.

They are planning on killing Antstar! Weedtail thought, preparing to lunge at the traitors, when Sparrowflame's meow stopped him.

"Going to do what? I forgot."

"Remember the other day, when we were on hunting patrol, and Tigerslip was talking about how he wanted to split this clan up into smaller clans?" Dovetalon meowed.

Weedtail's anger soon turned to shock and excitement, the clan was going to be smaller, and no one had to die!

Well, except Antstar..