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~TIMESKIP: 1 MONTH, 2 SKIRMASHES WITH BLOODCLAN LATER~
Dawnfeather licked Icestrike's fur smooth where he had been turned over. He hadn't woken up much in the last month, only to eat and drink a little before passing out or falling asleep again.
His eyes were filmed over, and Cinderpelt had said he would be blind even after his wounds had healed.
But even though he was 'blind' he seemed to know where they were, meeting their eyes with his. She knew that he would have a vague sense of where everycat would be, with his hearing and all, but the way he was... it was uncanny.
Dawnfeather licked the last tuft of fur down, curling up beside him. Her black paws and tail contrasted sharply against his all-white fur. She sighed. Would he wake up soon?
As if woken by her thoughts, Icestrike jerked awake. His unseeing eyes sought hers out, and he sighed. "Mom. How long?..."
"A moon. We've been so worried. How do you feel?" She washed his face gently. "Fine."
He sat up shakily, and Dawnfeather took a moment to poke her head out of the den and call for Cinderpelt.
The medecine cat limped over hurriedly from where she had been finishing off a vole.
"Okay, Icestrike, can you stand for me?" She asked, paying close attention to his large wound that snaked down from his left eye, along his neck, to where it wrapped around his shoulder.
He stood, but no blood seeped out of the pink wound. "Good, good, it's healing nicely. You can walk around the camp, but NO extreme movements. But before you go, I need to check some more things. Dawnfeather, why don't you go get some food for you both? And get Tawnypelt while you are at it."
"Of course." The white and black she-cat padded out of the medecine cat den, flicking her tail softly as she surveyed the camp for Tawnypelt.
She spotted the young tortoiseshelle entering the camp, two mice dangling from her jaws. When Tawnypelt spotted Dawnfeather heading for her, she tossed her mice carelessly onto the freshkill pile and raced over. "Is Icestrike okay?" She asked, sighing when Dawnfeather nodded.
Dawnfeather stopped to grab a mouse and a bird on the way back to the medecine cat den.
Tawnypelt was washing Icestrike's ears.
Dawnfeather laid the mouse in front of her son, picking the feathers off her bird. She had just bit into the bird when a squeal made her wince. Birdpaw hurtled over her, nearly slamming into Cinderpelt.
Birdpaw skidded to a halt in front of her brother. "Ice! You're all right! Thank StarClan!" She nuzzled his broad chest, squashing his mouse with her paws.
"Birdpaw! Get off Icestrike's mouse, that's his first full meal since... since he got hurt." Dawnfeather said gently, pushing her happy daughter back with her tail.
"Sorry. I'm just happy he's awake." Birdpaw brushed most of the dust off the mouse, moving back so Icestrike could get to it.
"I am too."
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Icestrike looked around the medecine cat den, taking in the strange sight before him. He could see, but not like he used to. Everything was outlined with silver threads, the cats' eyes glowing whatever color they were.
He flexed his paw, sliding his claws in and out.
Is... is this the Star Dwellers' doing? He wondered, nearly shrieking out loud when a voice answered him.
"Yes, it is our doing."
Are you inside my head?! Icestrike wondered bewilderedly, ignoring the concerned looks Dawnfeather gave him.
"Of course. You agreed to take us to a new place, so we had to travel inside you. StarClan has entrapped us in our own territory."
Will it be... permanent?
"No. You ARE going to find us a new place after all. We will leave you then."
Oh... okay then, that's a relief.
"Why? Do you not enjoy our presence?"
I DO like my privacy, but I suppose I brought this upon myself.
"Indeed."
Great.
Just great.
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A/N: SORRY FOR THIS HORRIBLY SHORT CHAPTER! We've been really busy, so I had to hastily write this chapter out. EXPECT A LONGER CHAPTER FOR EACH OF MY STORIES NEXT WEEK.
Thanks for reading! Please, review!
~Jinx - May StarClan light your path!