Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. I am neen-ja!
A little more for anyone reading. It's a really short chapter, but it shows you a little bit of what's going on in the clan.
Chapter 3: What Does It Mean?
Frecklepaw searched through his ingredients, looking for poppy seeds and a certain type of mushroom. When he found what he was searching for, he turned to Crazyeyes.
"These white mushrooms help fight off graycough, and the poppy seeds are for the kit's sore throat. Plus, I set aside some yarrow earlier in case he has a fever." Frecklepaw set the ingredients down in front of his mentor.
"Right! Good. Take those to Sunnywing's kits. Icekit has graycough."
"Does Dewkit have graycough as well?"
"No, not yet," Crazyeyes twitched his tail towards the exit of the medicine cat's hollow. "Hurry up, Sunnywing says Icekit's sore throat is making him twitchy."
"Hurrying!" Frecklepaw stepped out of the den and went quickly over to the queens' den. Sunnywing was nursing her two kits, one was black with gray flecks, and the other was golden colored. She was licking the golden one.
"Icekit seems slightly feverish," Sunnywing looked worried for her sick kit.
Frecklepaw tried to make Icekit eat the mixture, who was persisting and waving a tiny little paw in complaint.
"Go on, Icekit, eat it," Sunnywing nudged her kit. "Sunnywing looked up at Frecklepaw. "Are there any other cats who have graycough? Tallheart died from it so recently…we can't handle an epidemic in the middle of leaf-bare."
"Everything will be fine, Sunnywing. We just have to find the last of the mushrooms before next snowfall."
Sunnywing nudged her kit towards her. "But Icekit is so young…"
"Crazyeyes and I will make sure nothing terrible happens. Icekit will be fine, I promise." Frecklepaw left the nursery and met up with Darkbranch out side.
"Frecklepaw, have you seen Midnightpaw? If she went out to hunt, I think she would be back by now."
"I haven't seen her, Darkbranch. I will tell you if I do."
The black tom walked off, seeming a little worried to Frecklepaw. Frecklepaw thought it wasn't worth worrying over.
But Frecklepaw remembered with a pang his talk with Midnightpaw that one night.
She said she was uncomfortable in the clan…but that doesn't mean she would…
Frecklepaw stopped in his tracks. What was StarClan's most recent message…?
A cat of your own will leave at midnight, and a flash of silver will cross the field.
Frecklepaw searched his thoughts. Did the part about midnight mean Midnightpaw? And what's that part about silver mean?
"Hi, Frecklepaw!" Yellowpelt walked over to Frecklepaw with a bounce in her step. "How are you?"
"I'm fine…listen Yellowpelt, did Midnightpaw ever say anything to you about leaving the clan?"
She never said anything to me, period!" Yellowpelt let out a purr of amusement. "I have to go talk to Thinstar. 'Bye!"
Frecklepaw went out the entrance, thinking about Midnightpaw. Had she really left? If she did, would she come back?
StarClan, please don't let me be right…
So short. I know. Deal with it.
Byebye.