The Forgotten Prophecy: 3/Mist Rising

Chapter three

Mistpaw searched through her herb store for cobwebs and burdock root. She found some roots, but there were no cobwebs. She turned around and walked over to Moth.

Do I chew the leaves, or the roots? Mistpaw dropped the burdock root and gazed at it with wonder. It must be the roots. I remember Riverfeather chewing up some roots.

Mistpaw crunched on the roots. The sour tang stayed in her mouth for a couple of heartbeats. She spat the poultice onto Moth's leg.

"That feels gross!" Moth squeaked.

"Well, it'll help your leg," Mistpaw retorted. She grabbed a leaf and wrapped it around Moth's paw. "Just don't go in the water. It'll soak the bandage off."

Moth sat down on her haunches. "Do I have to stay here for a couple of days?"

"Maybe until Riverfeather gets back." Mistpaw tied the bandage with her teeth. "I'm not sure I did this right. We didn't have cobwebs."

Moth started to purr. She flicked her ears with joy. "It already feels better!"

Mistpaw sighed. "Perhaps, but it could be broken. Just stay here until Riverfeather comes back."

She led Moth to a clean nest. Moth pointed her tail to the moss and leaves.

"This will be your nest. If you get tired, sleep here."

"Okay!" Moth walked into the nest. She stopped when her leg touched the ground. "Ouch!"

Mistpaw padded over to her side. "Take it easy. It's quite hard getting into a nest with a hurt leg."

"Like you know," Moth whispered.

The injured warrior managed to get into her new nest. Moth yawned and lay down.

"Thank you a lot!" Moth twitched her ears happily. "I bet my leg is going to get a lot better!"

Mistpaw touched her nose with her's. "Don't do anything stupid, now. I'll never hear the end of it."

"I won't do anything while I'll sleeping," Moth joked. "Unless I have a dream that I'm a flying cat."

Mistpaw gazed at her mother with worry. She knew that Moth was a great warrior who would fight for her Clan, but her injured leg seemed serious. Mistpaw didn't have a lot of confidence in herself. She wasn't even supposed to become an apprentice when she became Riverfeather's apprentice.

"Mistpaw, are you there?"

Mistpaw flipped around. Brick was coming into the stone den. Fear was vibrating off of him.

"Yes, father?" Mistpaw trotted over to the gray tom. "Are you here to see Moth?"

"Yes." Brick dipped his head. He was clearly trying to hide his fear. "Is she alright?"

Mistpaw nodded. "She's been joking around with me; of course she's alright."

Brick joined his daughter's side. "Alright. Please lead me to her."

The two cats walked over to Moth's nest. The light tabby she-cat's eyes opened when they got close.

"Brick?" Moth yawned. She rubbed her eyes and gazed at him. "What do you need, dear?"

Brick sat down next to his mate's nest. "I talked to Fishstar before he left. He said that we're going to get our Clan names when he comes back."

Moth glanced at Mistpaw. "I'm supposed to stay here until Riverfeather heals me."

"I'm sure you're perfectly fine." Brick set his muzzle on Moth's head. "Staying here until Riverfeather heals you is chickfeed."

Mistpaw held back a snarl.