Mystery of the Mist

Chapter 2.5

THIS CHAPTER ISNT A FULL ONE, JUST THERE TO FILL IT IN A LITTLE!
Chapter 3 is on the way! :l
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Nettleleap raced through the forest, throwing some dust up in the air. Her paws moved swiftly, making tight turns as she followed the scent of Mallowheart and Herbpaw.
Nothing was wrong with it, until the smell of Herbpaw became sour with fear, Mallowheart's with anger.
The snowy She-Cat continue to pelt through the forest, breathing heavily as her fur was feeling sticky. Her brown eyes squinted suddenly.

She saw Herbpaw, crouched down with blood dripping from her head.
And Mallowheart, hissing furiously at her while scratching at a small fox.
That wasn't too good.
Her pace increased as she ran over, skidding to a halt. Her paws burned a little, but Nettleleap forced herself to ignore it.
Without wasting time, she went to stand next to the tabby that despised her the most.
"We are fine without you!" The tom huffed to the white feline, snarling towards the fox as he lashed out again.
"Perhaps, but the more cats the stronger you are," She whispered back, skilfully moving aside as the fox tried to grab her with it's slim jaws.
Her mind was spinning, but that wasn't stopping her from immediately springing to help.
This was going rather fast, but in this situation there was no time for slowing down.

"What happened to Herbpaw?" She asks the other warrior, pawing the red furred fox a bit back.
"Got slashed in the eye, though she's weak if she can't stand up. Not even close to the strength of a DarkClan warrior."
And a while ago you said you two were fine. Wow.
The snow furred molly bounced around, leaping over to the where the apprentice was crouched down.
"Herbpaw," She prodded the young She-Cat in the side, but she wasn't getting a response.
"Herbpaw!" She prodded the cat harder, almost shoving her over. The apprentice did react this time, yet she was obviously crying.
"It hurts," She gagged, one eye closed as she stumbled to stand up.
Nettleleap took a small step back, tail flicking as worry entered her gaze. This wouldn't end well for her, Mallowheart would be infuriated.
"Herbpaw, hurry back to camp, to Hisstail. Go," She softly mewed, gently nudging the young cat towards the direction she came from.
Herbpaw quickly wandered off, stumbling a bit still.
A second later an upset tom trotted towards the white warrior.
"How dare you command my apprentice," He shot to her.
"Last time i checked, warriors were allowed to give an injured and distressed Clanmate instructions," She shot back, lifting her head.

"This patrol is over, or go on with it by yourself" With a little slow speed she walked away, muttering to herself.
Would the chaos ever stop? Or was she just a magnet to always be with chaos?