This is my first story! Sorry if it is bad but I hope you enjoy! *Disclaimer! I only own the black cat, Oakstorm and Wolfblaze! The rest belong to Erin Hunter!*
"So cold..." The sleek black furred cat said. The frost tingled on her fur. She walked forward, the snow crunching under her feet. She could feel she was getting close. She soon found herself in front of a bramble bush. It smelled twenty cats or so. Suddenly it got dark.
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Thud! Wolfblaze turned his head towards the entrance of the camp. He motioned to his brother, Oakstorm to stay. Wolfblaze quietly padded up through the entrance and sniffed the air.
"Rouge!" He hissed under his breath. He walked forward and stumbled over a mass of fur. He turned around, claws unsheathed, and raised a paw. He looked down at the body laying in the snow. It was an unconscious female. She had long, sleek fur, with white patches all over her, and a stain of blood on her leg.
"Oakstorm! Get out here!" Wolfblaze called to his brother. Oakstorm came out of the bushes.
"Help me get this cat to the medicine den." Wolfblaze said. Oakstorm gave him a look.
"She needs help. Thunderclan doesn't not help a cat in need." Wolfblaze said. Wolfblaze lifted half the body on to his shoulders. Oakstorm got the other half. They carried the she-cat in to the medicine den.
"Jayfeather! Wake up!" Called Oakstorm. Mumbling came from the medicine den as a pale grey cat emerged from the back.
"What now Oakstorm?" Jayfeather said grouchy.
"We found this cat lying outside camp. Could you help her? Please?" Oakstorm pleaded. Jayfeather nodded and motioned his tail towards an empty bed. Jayfeather shooed Oakstorm and Wolfblaze and looked at his patient.