The moon was rising. Mothwing paced back and forth, riddled with anxiety. Tonight she was going to sneak out of camp, and meeting Leafpool. She had no idea what the brown tabby she cat wanted. There were so many possibilities... "Mothwing?" a grey and white she cat stood at the entrance to the medicine den.
"What?!" Mothwing yelped, startled. Petalfur took a step back.
"Did I surprise you? Sorry... It's just, I have this scratch on my flank, and I was wondering if you had anything for it." Petalfur mewed, turning to show Mothwing a small laceration on her side.
"It's fine... I have some dock for you." Mothwing muttered, quickly grabbing a pawful of dock leaves. She chewed them up, then spread them over Petalfur's wound. "What happened?"
"I was chasing a blackbird, and I slipped and landed on a sharp rock." the grey warrior replied as Mothwing finished applying the herbs.
"be more careful next time. How does it feel?" Mothwing asked, blinking.
"Thanks, Mothwing it feels a lot better." Petalfur dipped her head, and headed for the fresh kill pile. Mothwing sighed. She would clean up the remaining dock later. Besides, Petalfur had made her late for her meeting with Leafpool. Taking a quick look around, Mothwing quietly sneaked out of camp. The moon was bright. Mothwing darted through her territory, stopping to take a breather at the Shadowclan border. No Shadowclan patrols were in sight, but it was best not to risk it. She plunged into the lake, swimming silently and swiftly. Finally, she arrived at Thunderclan. Leafpool's sweet scent entered her nostrils as Mothwing hauled herself out of the water, shaking droplets off her pelt.
"Mothwing. You're here!"