Chapter Four
Surprisingly it was Cloverpaw who got up first the next day. Wild awoke to see her sitting and waiting patiently. "Umm how long were you staring at me" Wild asked a tad disturbed
"Oh not for very long" Cloverpaw said "Anyway I had an idea, what if we gathered some herbs today, just in case. I know a great spot in the meadow!" "Tell you what." Wild said with a yawn. "You do that, and I'll hunt." "Oh okay." said Cloverpaw looking a little disappointed.
"Well bye then." She shouted over her shoulder as she dashed away. Wild watched her go. Without noticing what she was doing a thought slipped across her mind. "I hope she doesn't hurt herself" then shook her head. Since when did she care about that scrawny furball? Wild set off -she had wasted enough time thinking about Cloverpaw-to the stream. She hunted for roughly an hour, and managed to catch three fish before she was startled by a yowl.
Wild turned to see Cloverpaw running toward her and stop, gasping for breath. "Cloverpaw what is it!" Wild said "C-cat field hurt." "Cloverpaw slow down" Wild said "Just breathe and tell me what happened."
"I-I was in the field and I saw a cat he was hurt, and I couldn't help him myself please! We need to bring him back to the den!" "Are you mousebrained?!" Wild hissed. "We can't take in another mouth to feed! "Please!" Begged Cloverpaw. "He'll die if we don't help" She looked up at Wild with big sad eyes.
"Ugh fine" Wild relented, and followed Cloverpaw back to the meadow. Sure enough there was an injured tom laying there. He was brown with a white underbelly, feet,face, and tail tip. His side had several large claw marks on it. Wild sniffed him carefully before hefting him on her back. Straining from the weight Wild managed to carry him back to the den and drop him on her nest.
Cloverpaw immediately went to work, preparing herbs and applying them. Wild was impressed,
Cloverpaw might be a total flop when it came to hunting but she sure did know how to heal. Suddenly Wild remembered the fish she had caught and dashed back to the stream to get them. She was lucky that nothing had taken them, and walked back to camp with her prizes.
When she returned the tom's eyelids were fluttering and and he was coughing.
"Shhh" said Cloverpaw "Don't move to much or the herbs will come off" "Where am I?" the tom asked "You're in my den" Wild said entering "And you're only here because softy here couldn't bear to see you die." Cloverpaw rolled her eyes and said "I'm Cloverpaw and this sweet cat is Wild. We found you passed out in the meadow. Anyway what's your name"
"Oh m-my name is Grasswhisker." He said "So you must be from a clan then!" Cloverpaw asked, her eyes lighting up "Oh yes" Grasswhisker replied "But we split up, me and my mate Stormflower were traveling in search of a new clan, when we were attacked by a group of cats and split up." "Wait" said Cloverpaw "What did the cats look like?"
"We'll I only remember the leader" said Grasswhisker "He was a tanish brown cat and his tips were dark brown, he had sort of an arrogant aura around him, and the other cat's seemed to obey him." Cloverpaw shifted on her paws nervously "I- I have to go" she said and picked up one of the fish, before dashing off. "What was that about?" Asked Grasswhisker curiously. "Beats me" Said Wild "But Cloverpaw's a strange cat, now come on let's eat." she said nudging the fish toward him.