"Pebblestone!" I yowl, limping toward the unmoving cat, "Pebblestone... Pebblestone are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"Uuhhg... huh? R-Roseclaw? I-is that you," the grey warrior moans, trying to get up, "what happened? We were walking, then the next thing I knew I heard you yowling at the top of your lungs," he stops to catch his breath then continues. "When I turned around I saw..." his voice trailed off.
"What. What did you see?" I ask.
He looks up at me, and for the first time, I see his face is covered in blood. Before he can answer my question, Wildwind walks up to him and helps him up.
"Come," he meows, "you must get to Winterstep. You are very injured. You need to rest. We shall go after the Riverclan warriors later."
I couldn't help but feeling Wildwind didn't want Pebblestone to tell me what he had seen. Could Wildwind be the one who knocked us out? I ask myself would he hurt Pebblestone like that? I ask all these questions all the way back to the camp. As we come through the entrance of camp, Wolfstar's gaze immediately glues on me. I feel as if my fur was on fire. I look at the sky. It was moon high. I hadn't thought of how long it had been since we were gone.
"Where have you been you three," yowls Wolfstar, "you left at sun high! I was beginning to think that-"she stops, seeing Pebblestone and gasps, "Pebblestone! What happened?" she runs up to the injured warrior and begins to lick his wounds. She eyes me and begins to speak again.
"Did you do this?" she meows, the same stern voice she had used when I first came to camp, "I knew you were a traitor! Attack!" she yowls. The next thing I know, I'm surrounded.