"Stay off of our territory Riverclan!" A brown tabby tom yowled after a group of fleeing cats. He started to race after them, but a light brown tabby and white tom stopped him. "Mothtail, they're gone."
Mothtail turned and his green eyes flashed with anger. "They killed my mate, your mother, Snowpaw. Aren't you upset?"
Snowpaw nodded calmly. "It was her decision to try to fight the Riverclan tom. It wasn't his fault that she couldn't take the stress. Redclaw said that her heart gave out." He looked at Mothtail and saw the fire fading form his eyes.
"You're my son Snowpaw, I love you, but I don't agree with you." He shrugged and padded back to camp. Snowpaw sighed and trudged after him.
"What's wrong Snowpaw?" A blue-gray tom meowed in concern. Snowpaw visibly brightened at his friend's voice. "Oh nothing, but thanks for asking, Bluepaw. Would you like to go hunting before the gathering?"
Bluepaw nodded happily and they asked their mentors if they could go hunting together. Both Foxtail and Dawnlight said yes and the two young cats raced out of camp. They padded along chatting happily, totally forgetting about the reason they went out in the first place. Snowpaw sniffed the air. "Rabbit and Riverclan. Are you kidding me? It's fresh, and right after we beat them!"
Bluepaw copied Snowpaw and his eyes opened wide in alarm. "Blood! Not rabbit." He followed it with Snowpaw trailing behind him. He stopped suddenly and Snowpaw crashed into him and they tumbled down a pile of rocks. When they finally stopped rolling, Snowpaw laid there breathless for a few heartbeats. When he finally could breathe again he slowly got to his paws. He started to walk towards a puddle to get the grit out of his mouth, but he tripped over a furry rock. Wait that was a cat! Bluepaw lay still with blood trickling out of his nose. Snowpaw sniffed his friend and realized that he had been knocked out. He started to drag his best friend back up the pile when he heard a croaking mewl. "Help!"
He jumped and realized it was the cat they had smelled earlier. He looked around frantically to find it and saw a light gray she-cat lying in an awkward position behind a rock. Her right front leg was twisted at the wrong angle and was oozing blood.
"Are you okay?" He mewed in a frightened voice. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him like he was stupid. "Are you mouse-brained? Obviously I'm not okay!"
Snowpaw cringed at her raspy voice. He stared at her leg and saw that that it was dislocated. He told her to stay still and pushed on her leg until he heard a click.
"Are you a medicine cat?" She asked. Snowpaw shook his head. "No my mother's sister is a medicine cat and she taught me a few things. I'm Snowpaw, what's your name?"
The pretty she-cat sat up and tested her leg gingerly on the ground. "Hey, it's fine! My name is Lilypaw. I should probably go back to camp now. Thanks Snowpaw, I hope I see you at tonight's gathering." She bounded up the pile of rocks and Snowpaw watched her until he couldn't see her anymore. He turned and saw Bluepaw staring at him with an accusing gaze. "Who was that?" The bluish tom growled jealously. Snowpaw explained and they padded back to camp to go see the medicine cat. Snowpaw tried, but he couldn't get Lilypaw off of his mind.