Sorry this is a little short, but I put in all that I can in this chapter! So hope you like it, and I love reviews, so please send them if you got them!
~chefchick
The sight of Shimmereyes gasping for breath on the floor made at least half the clan run around, trying to help her. Finally Stripetail let out a yowl. "Everyone stop! Now, anyone that knows any herbs, get in here. NOW!" His yowl rang around camp, for he was fearful, and she was the only medicine cat, for there was no medicine cat apprentice yet.
No cat stepped forward, because they either did not know anything, or they were so scared that they forgot. At this sight Frostpaw sniffed the air. She was still full of pain, and the slightest movement was like being attacked by a badger, but she had to do this. She grabbed a piece of bark and put in her mouth to keep from screaming. She stood up and bit down harder as the pain hit her. She limped quickly and painfully to the back den and grabbed the herb known as yarrow. She picked it up using the bark and then limped back out.
Everyone started running around again, asking anyone if they could help. In the mass chaos, no one saw little Frostpaw. She had limped out and forced Shimmereyes to eat the yarrow. In doing so, Shimmereyes threw up the poisonous death berries, and could breathe once more, for the poison was out of her body.
Everyone ran to Shimmereyes, Stripetail pushing his way to the front. "Are you ok Shimmereyes?" He asked, worried for the medicine cat.
Shimmereyes eyes lit up with shock of the whole ordeal. She nodded softly. "Thanks to Frost..." She looked over to where the apprentice had been sitting, and nearly let out a scream.
Frostpaw was on the floor, letting out long and painfully whimpers. Next to her was a thick piece of bark that was bit in two.
Everyone was worried about Shimmereyes, not some apprentice. They all flooded her with questions like "How many claws am I holding up?" "Can you breathe ok?" "Did you see Starclan again?"
Lillypool looked at her sons, who were sleeping, so they seemed. She noticed that Swiftpaw was still away. She nosed him. "She is my daughter, right?" She whispered, pointing to the unmoving body of Frostpaw.
At this, he jumped up. "Yes!" In the process of jumping up, he accidently his brother in the nose. His brother woke up and hissed at him, but then looked at his sister. The two toms jumped up and ran over to Frostpaw, then carefully pulled her back to their mom. They looked up to her, fear and slight hope in both of their eyes.
Shaking her head, Lillypool sighed. "I'm not a medicine cat... am I?" She asked her sons.
They shook their heads sadly, and Frostpaw woke up, but let out a long moan of agony.
Jumping slightly, the toms turned to see their sister, awake. They licked her gingerly, but then pulled her softly into a nest, the one next to Lillypool.
Lillypool licked her daughters head. "I'm so glad you are ok! My only daughter..." She licked her wounds softly.
With great effort and pain, Frostpaw pulled away from Lillypool. "I'm not your daughter." She hissed, and then curled up into a ball.