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Chapter 7: Suggest

"W-what do you mean the Three?"

Jayfeather twitched his tail nervously, anxiety pulsing through his veins, which only moments before had been ice cold. He had guarded the secret so well. How could she know?

Jayfeather could feel Frondpaw's uncomfortable ness and hear her shuffling her paws around. He sensed that she flicked her tail crisply as if swatting away a bothersome fly. At his words, she looked up, and he imagined her blue eyes as cerulean as the sky.

"I, um, well, I don't exactly know what the Three is. I don't even know what the message is for that matter. But, um, someone told me to tell you that…"

Jayfeather shook his head to clear his mind. He was confused. Who could have told Frondpaw that?

"It was a StarClan cat."

Jayfeather let the words sink in. A StarClan cat had visited Frondpaw, told her things.

Suddenly, images rushed back towards Jayfeather. Of Yellowfang and Spottedleaf, their eyes glazed over, their voices echoing around the clearing.

A prophecy. Frond of ferns, heart, flight, harmony, on a changing wind. Bring back the lost.

Jayfeather gasped, breathing heavily as if he had been underwater the past few minutes. He couldn't believe that he hadn't put two and two together. The prophecy was about Frondpaw.

"Jayfeather, do you have a hairball or something?"

The medicine cat lifted his head, and he could tell that Frondpaw had taken one or two steps forward towards him. Jayfeather shook his head, trying to catch his breath.

"We have a lot to talk about, Frondpaw. I suggest that you stay the night so we can converse."

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Frondpaw hissed as she limped towards the medicine cat's den, the thorn in her pad sent sharp pains up her every time it hit the ground. All excitement she had felt after revealing her secret to Jayfeather had disappeared after he told her what she needed to do.

"You can't just stay the night in the medicine cat's den when you're perfectly healthy. It would be suspicious, and we don't need to draw any attention to ourselves."

"So what do you suggest I do?"

"Well…"

And that's how Frondpaw had gotten this thorn in her pad; she had purposely done it so that she could talk with Jayfeather tonight.

"Frondpaw, are you okay?"

The apprentice had been a mere paw step away from retreating into the medicine cat's den. But, of coarse, some cat had to stop her. She whirled around clumsily, coming face to face with Berrynose.

"I'm fine," she mewed, trying not to snap at him. She lifted her paw up, illuminating her bloodied paw in which the thorn was embedded. Berrynose winced as if imagining the pain.

"Frondpaw, you have to be more careful, especially now that this…disease is going around. It could get infected!"

Frondpaw would have hissed at him if she hadn't been scared by his words. She had forgotten about how vulnerable she had made herself by getting a cut. She shivered, remembering Cloudtail's state.

"I'll walk you in," Berrynose insisted, lying what was left of his tail on her flank. Frondpaw just nodded and they walked in side by side.

"Jayfeather," her father yowled. Frondpaw looked around, spotting the medicine cat by Cloudtail's side.

"Oh, Frondpaw, what have you done this time?"

Jayfeather was setting his clouded eyes on her, and it took all her self-control not to shiver. The way he looked at her always made her uncomfortable.

"I, um, stepped on a thorn," she mewed, lifting her paw to show him. Jayfeather sighed and headed towards where he kept his medicine supplies. Frondpaw felt a wave of irritation overcome her. He doesn't have to act that much!

The gray tom appeared out of the darkness of the crevice like a shadow. In his jaws he carried a bundle of herbs and he had cobwebs wrapped around his paw.

"Let's see that paw," he mumbled, placing the plants on the ground. He eyed it for merely a second before he yanked it out, causing Frondpaw to squeak in pain. Berrynose still stood by her side.

Jayfeather worked quickly, chewing up leaves into a pulp before spitting them on her wound. He muttered their names and uses to the pair.

"Cobwebs to stop bleeding, chervil to prevent against infection…"

Frondpaw could tell that Jayfeather was being extra cautious, dressing her wound with a few plants that she normally didn't receive when she had a minor cut. She could also tell that, though he was using a lot of different herbs, he used very little of each one.

The apprentice, jumpy with excitement, was relieved when her treatment was over. Jayfeather, though, showed no anticipation.

"She'll stay the night," the gray tom said, unenthusiastically. "With this disease going around I don't want her cut getting infected. She'll stay on the other side of the den, though, away from Cloudtail."

Berrynose nodded, nudging Frondpaw before he turned around to leave. But before he could exit the den, Jayfeather chimed in.

"How have you been sleeping, Berrynose?"

It seemed like an innocent enough question, but Frondpaw saw that Berrynose stiffened at the inquiry.

"Fine," Berrynose said.

"Nothing disturbing your sleep?"

"I haven't had those dreams in moons."

"Just checking."

Berrynose nodded again and then disappeared into the dusk. Frondpaw pondered the exchange, wondering what had Berrynose all worked up about. But before she could think about more, Jayfeather broke her thoughts, motioning for her to sit beside him in the far corner of the den.

Frondpaw didn't hesitate as she bounded towards him. She was eager to tell Jayfeather just how special she really was.