Just before sundown, when Yellowfang had finished with Brightpaw-(she had cleaned out all of her wounds using fern then had applied a chewed pulp of yarrow, marigold, and gumweed to her deep wounds to clean them and prevent infection. Next, she had covered that in oak leaves to further prevent infection before covering all of that in a thin layer of cobwebs. After, she had applied sorrel and rolled wild garlic into her scratches and shallow cuts)-Cinderpelt padded over to report how she had treated Graystripe and what condition he was in.
"He had a huge gash on his belly, which is where most of the blood came from. I cleaned it with ferns and covered it in cobwebs as I thought the most important thing for now is to stop the bleeding. I will clean it thoroughly later. He-"Cinderpelt started to report but was cut off by her mentor. "No I will clean it now! Never, ever leave a wound dirty and at risk of infection mouse-brain!" Yellowfang proclaimed before stalking over to Graystripe and starting to demolish the layer of cobwebs that Cinderpelt had taken a long time to make.
Cinderpelt sat down next to Fireheart and Sandstorm with a sad sigh. Fireheart and Sandstorm shared a knowing look. "Are you going to help me then? Or are you planning on sitting there until you join Starclan?" Yellowfang meowed snarkily, her voice cutting through the silence. Cinderpelt sighed again and padded back over to her moody mentor and Graystripe, who was meant to be her patient.
Finally, the medicine cats finished healing the injured cats and with help from the others moved them under a bracken plant that formed a substantial shelter. They had all decided to camp in the forest for the night, because moving Brightpaw and Graystripe could make their wounds open up again. Willowpelt and Longtail had been sent to keep watch for the night because they feared that the dreaded badger was still around. Longtail was the cat who had gotten the most sleep and had the fewest injuries since and from the battle, (Willowpelt had stayed at the Thunderclan camp during the battle to guard it and help to calm the Queens).
The group of them settled down to sleep under the bracken. Fireheart couldn't sleep. He kept worrying about Brightpaw's future and his best friend, Graystripe's condition; would they ever be able to hunt side by side again? He watched as the moon rose above the trees. Starclan, please keep Graystripe and Brightpaw safe, don't let them join you too soon…