Chapter Twenty-Four:
A Bad Feeling
Yellowfang begans to have a bad feeling about something...
The wind buffeted her fur as Yellowfang stood on Highrock, facing Raggedstar. They leaned forward and touched noses.
"Yellowfang," he meowed.
"Raggedstar," she sighed.
"Yellowfang. Bad news. This is what will happen if Brokenstar stays in camp," mewed Raggedstar. He lead Yellowfang to the pool. In the pool, Yellowfang saw a battle raging through camp. "Yellowfang, if you don't want the Broken to douse the fire, you must drive him out of camp. Make his Clan rebel against him."
"How is that possible, Raggedstar?" asked Yellowfang.
"You will know in time my love. Just try to brake what is already broken, so that the fire shall not douse," mewed Raggedstar, and than vanished. She found Spottedleaf running out of camp. She tried to follow her, leaving Cinderpelt sleeping in thier den.
"Oh My StarClan!" exclaimed Yellowfang, as she saw the bleeding but not dead body of...
Ashpaw.
"He's alive," mewed Swiftheart. "We need to get him to your den quickly."
"Cinderpelt will be devistated if he doesn't make it," sighed Spottedleaf, and they carried Ashpaw back to the medicine cats den.
"OH NO! ASHPAW!" exclaimed Cinderpelt, letting out a shriek of mourn.
"He's alive," mewed Swiftheart, comforting the small apprentice. He set his tail friendly, and soothingly atop her head.
"Quick!" yowled Cinderpelt. "I need cobwebs, poppy seeds, and some marigold." Spottedleaf and Yellowfang stared at the young apprentice. Spottedleaf disappeared, and than came back with the designated supplies. Ashpaw had opened his eyes, and was squeaking in pain. Cinderpelt began to lick the dirt off the wound, and than applied the marigold as Yellowfang administered the poppy seeds. When the marigold was setting in, Cinderpelt applied the cobwebs, and panted. Ashpaw was going to live.
"Cinderpelt, you are ready. It is time," mewed Yellowfang. Ashpaw was awake, and staring at his resquer, Cinderpelt, panting over him.
"You saved my life," he rasped.