Hi guys! So, Stuffed Watermelon suggested that I should do a chapter in Amberpaw's POV, since he hasn't been in much of the story lately. So..here it is!

Chapter 12

Amberpaw gasped. "Hawkpaw's missing?"

Snowpaw gave a terse nod.

"When?" Pinestar asked.

"A while ago," replied Snowpaw worriedly.

"Does anycat have any idea where Hawkpaw went?"

"I wen hunting with him by the lake," said Owlpaw.

Amberpaw growled under his breath. Can't Grayfeather at least teach me how to hunt?

Pinestar motioned for Owlpaw to follow him, along with Timberfoot and Lizardfang. "There's always the possibility that he was caught by an enemy patrol," he meowed.

Watching Pinestar pad off with Amberpaw, he felt a stab of jealousy. How come I never go on patrols? Just because I'm a medicine cat-

Sorrelstorm interrupted his thoughts with a hacking cough.

Grayfeather narrowed her eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," coughed Sorrelstorm. "Just a hiccup."

"I'm not sure if that's 'just a hiccup'," meowed Grayfeather suspiciously. "Come to my den. You too, Amberpaw."

Once they were in the den, Grayfeather placed her paws on Sorrelstorm's chest. She listened to her breathing, told Sorrelstorm to open her mouth wide so she could peer inside, and said quite a few "hmm"'s and "uh-huh"'s.

"What is it?" asked Amberpaw.

Grayfeather looked puzzled. "She has a fever, and the chills, and-"

"Ah-choo!"

"It looks like she's sneezing as well as coughing," said Grayfeather.

Grayfeather's tail thumped into the ground, like it always did when she was nervous or worried. "Sorrelstorm?" she asked.

"What-AH-CHOO!"

"Do you feel uncomfortable in any way?"

"I told you, I'm fine-" She was interrupted as she coughed again.

"You sure?"

Sorrelstorm sighed. "My throat hurts, I have a headache, I feel dizzy, and I can hardly stand- ah-choo!"

"Very strange." Grayfeather padded around Sorrelstorm, circling the ginger she-cat. Amberpaw watched nervously.

"I've never seen this sickness before," meowed Grayfeather at last.

"Will she be okay?" asked Amberpaw.

Grayfeather hesitated before answering. "Only time can tell."

"Should we tell Brackenclaw?"

"No," rasped Sorrelstorm. "He'll fuss over me for the rest of the moon."

Grayfeather sighed. "Sorrelstorm, he's your father. Let him fuss!"

Suddenly, a patrol burst into the camp. Pinestar was carrying a very wet but also very much alive Hawkpaw. He was snapping at the patrol.

"I haven't been gone so long! Now please stop fussing over me!"

Amberpaw purred and raced to his friend. "Hawkpaw! You're back!"

"I know that," said Hawkpaw dryly. He walked over to the fresh-kill pile and picked up a lizard.

Suddenly Hawkpaw began coughing. "Stupid water," he muttered. Grayfeather looked at him, worry in her eyes. She ran to Hawkpaw and started checking his breathing.

"Get off me!" yowled Hawkpaw. "I'm fine, I told you! I'm-AH-CHOO!"

Grayfeather glanced at Amberpaw. "He has the same sickness as Sorrelstorm."

Amberpaw wasn't worried. He felt confident that they would find a cure. At least, until he looked at Sorrelstorm. She was on the floor of the medicine cat's den, coughing and wheezing.

It's only been a short while, just a few moments ago she was standing up and mostly okay! How'd she get to this?

Amberpaw felt hopeless. Until they could find a cure, it seemed that Sorrelstorm would be joining Starclan soon.