Jayfeather raced nimbly through the undergrowth toward a scent he had hoped to avoid for at least as long as long as it would take to gather some basic herbs. His especially sharp senses had detected lots of blood, and he thought he knew who was responsible. Why did Lionblaze always have to get involved in fights with other cats? Then a thought hit him harder than a badger's blow. What if it wasn't a cat? My brother could be fighting for his life with a bunch of foxes, and I am just sitting here thinking about him!

He shook his head to clear his mind and returned to reality as the high-pitched wail of a she-cat arose from somewhere nearby. Jayfeather's fur fluffed up at the sound, and he scurried through the dense foliage and hid behind a large oak that stood in front of a clearing.

Anger rushed through him as the triumphant yowl of none other than his brother echoed throughout the mysterious forest. What he didn't expect was the WindClan scent that blasted up his nose. Hopping forward on three paws while holding clumps of cobweb in his fourth, Jayfeather hissed, "Don't you know not to beat up others you insane idiot?"

Lionblaze gave a gasp of surprise at seeing his brother. Then, coming to his senses, he growled, "It was Heathertail! How could I resist?"

Jayfeather twitched his whiskers in disgust. He couldn't believe that Lionblaze thought he had done the right thing by beating up this poor she-cat. "Well until you get better at handling your issues, I'm not going to talk to you!" With that, Jayfeather hopped over to where the WindClan cat -- who he now knew was Heathertail -- lay in a broken heap, her fur soaked in blood. Jayfeather knew that if he didn't treat her soon, she would die. Now if only I could remember the right herb, thought Jayfeather. Out loud he said, "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

1 hour later

", I think I'll take a nap," mewed Jayfeather. That would help clear his mind and think of the right herb, even if he was the worst medicine cat in the history of ThunderClan. He curled up right where he was and fell asleep.

In his dream, a long-haired gray she-cat approached him. She hissed impatiently.

"Omigosh", it's Yellowfang," Jayfeather muttered under his breath.

"You're the saddest, most pathetic excuse for a medicine cat I've ever seen," Yellowfang spat. Her insult only fueled Jayfeather's anger.

"Oh yeah? Well at least I'm not dead!" He yelled. "Just tell me the herb so I can wake up."

"Like I'm going to help you after that little remark."

Jayfeather gritted his teeth. StarClan cats were supposed to be wise, not giant kits posing as warriors and medicine cats. "It's not for me, it's for Heathertail."

"Fine." Yellowfang snapped. "You use cobwebs."

"You're joking, right? I had a a whole bunch in my paws this entire time. !"

"Well, someone is having a temper tantrum."

"I hate you. I truly, truly hate you, Yellowfang."

"I don't know if this'll make you feel any better, but I hate you, too." Yellowfang replied smugly.

Jayfeather's eyes flickered open. Complete darkness. (He was blind but could see in his dreams.) He was awake. He hurried over to check on Heathertail. She was still breathing, which was a good sign.