❝ 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙼 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳𝚂 ❞
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Spottedsong felt a shiver run down her spine as she stood erect and looking Cypressstar straight in his cold amber eyes. She unsheathed h...
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"MOUSETAIL! SKYSTORM! CLOUDSKY! Spottedsong!" Dovepaw chanted the four new warriors' names with pride for Mousetail. She had worked hard for many moons and now her dream was fulfilled. It was hard not to think about how her own dream failed many moons ago, and she felt guilty thinking about it.
"Dovepaw!" Mousetail was rushing to Dovepaw with excitement shining like flames in her eyes. "I did it! I'm a warrior now!"
"Congratulations," Dovepaw meowed proudly. "I know you've been working really hard on that. I'm sure Lynxstar is proud of you."
Mousetail's eyes shone. "I bet she is! Should I go find her?"
"Sure. If you want," Dovepaw replied, purring at the excited look on her sister's face.
"Okay! Thanks!" Mousetail walked excitedly to the curtain of water and disappeared behind it.
Dovepaw let out a mrrow of amusement and limped back to the medicine den. She's going to do great. I know she is.
***
Dovepaw was resting in the medicine den. Badgertooth was somewhere else; she didn't know where because she was too tired to pay attention. It was a day after Mousetail's naming ceremony. Mousetail seemed to really enjoy it.
She looked up when she heard hurried paw steps approaching. Hollyfern rushed into the den, panting. A bead of blood welled at her nose and she had a large gash on her shoulder. "A battle started at the border! We need warriors, and some cats are already injured!" she gasped, her tone laced with horror.
Dovepaw calmly got to her paws. "Okay. But let me see that injury."
"No, it's fine. I can still fight," Hollyfern meowed through clenched teeth.
"I need to see that," Dovepaw insisted. She examined Hollyfern's scratch on her nose. It was still bleeding, but just a little bit. The scratch was fresh. She turned to the wound on Hollyfern's shoulder. It was bright red around the edges and the wound was covered in earth. She must have been thrown to the ground and the earth covered the wound up. Oh, that's a bad one. It looks like it's already getting infected. She laid a paw on it. It was burning hot. And then something sensational happened.
The wound began to close up.
Dovepaw and Hollyfern gaped at the closing wound. It shrank until there was nothing but Hollyfern's tortoiseshell fur. "Whoa," they mused in unison.
"How did you do that? Did you do that?" Hollyfern asked, obviously awestruck. She was still staring at her shoulder where the wound had been.
Dovepaw shook out her fur, trying to get her amazement out of the way. "There's no time. I'll get Badgertooth and we'll start getting the herbs ready. You go back to the battle."
