Sorry for not updating! I've been doing various things every day because my grandparents were here and they wanted to do things. Now, I have to start school again and math is really, really hard for me (mostly) and my spelling is really hard and ugh!
School has never been my strong spot and I don't do well with tests (which lower my grade) so I end up stressing myself out. Being stressed leaves me vulnerable for depression and other things…
Enough about me, though. This is the last chapter I have planned. I need to plan further or you might see me winging it. Sorry in advance.
Chapter Eleven
Nightcloud's eyes fluttered open and pain filled her senses. She shot up and looked herself over to find the source of the pain. A dark gray thing stuck out of her side. Is that… a thorn?
"Ouch." She muttered. Maybe Fernpaw missed a thorn…. She has been having trouble doing her apprentice chores and training…
Nightcloud climbed out of her nest and padded out of the den. She made her way to the Medicine den.
The mottled gray tom was already sorting his herbs around when she entered.
"Welcome, Nightcloud." Kestralflight greeted as he turned to her. "How may I help you? Have you come to see Breezepelt?"
She shook her head. "Actually, I came to see you and your skills."
"Of course, what is it?"
"There was a thorn in my nest." Nightcloud explained, using her tail to point out the thorn. "It dug itself deep into my side."
The tom who smelled like herbs made his way to his side. He examined the thorn in her side. "It's pretty deep, you must have pressed against it in your sleep."
"Are you able to get it out?" The black she-cat flicked her tail impatiently. "It hurts."
Kestrelflight chuckled, eyes bright and teasingly. "Warriors…" He muttered to himself before gently biting the end of the thorn. The medicine cat tugged it out and spat onto the ground.
The thorn hit against the ground and bounced up a inch.
"Ouch." Nightcloud muttered to herself.
Kestrelflight turned to his store of herbs. "Stay still."
The she-cat obeyed as he turned back to her and applied the herbs to make sure it doesn't get infected and whatnot.
"Where's Breezepelt?" Nightcloud noticed that her son wasn't in his temporary nest.
"He's healed." Kestrelflight meowed, sounding relieved.
"He is? Why did no one tell me?" The mother asked, ears perked.
"I released him last dusk." The mottled gray tom with white splotches answered. "I didn't see you in the warriors den."
Nightcloud's ears heated up and her amber eyes widened some. She glanced away, blushing. "Ah…. where is he know?"
"He's supposed to be resting but he probably didn't listen, knowing him."
"Ah…" Heat radiated off of her still.
"Beware of Feathers and Fangs for one will be your downfall." The medicine cat's eyes seemingly glowing.
"What do you mean?" Nightcloud blinked at him.
He opened his jaw to say something before a voice distracted him.
A dark brown she-cat appeared at the entrance. "Kestrelflight? I ran out of Mousebile so they sent me over to get some more for the eld- did I interrupt something?"
"No, no, not at all." Kestrelflight turned back to his store, gathering the bile. He placed it in front of her. "Make sure to clean your paws when you're done."
"Of course!" Fernpaw wrinkled her nose. "I don't want to smell like that all day!"
Nightcloud sighed and decided to leave. It was clear she wasn't going tp get anything else out of the tom.
Beware of Feathers and Fangs for one will be your downfall.