❝ 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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THE MUSTY SCENT of wounds and herbs made Spottedsong shudder. Her head still throbbed and her wounds stung underneath the thick layer of cobwebs that covered them. Foxclaw was sleeping soundly in the nest in front of her. She envied how easy it was for him to sleep so peacefully. Her dreams were usually invaded by nightmares or messages from Moonclaw.
She had come back to consciousness only half a day ago. All she remembered was the pain and the yowls that split the air before she was hit in the head. She guessed that the MoonClan cats planned to do something to her, Foxclaw, and Moonclaw. She had no idea what had happened to Moonclaw, and neither did Dovepaw or Foxclaw. But she desperately hoped that she was safe.
"Are you doing alright?" Dovepaw asked from behind her. She came back into the den from checking up on the elders; they, mostly Brownfur, had complained endlessly about aches and pains in their joints and other countless things.
"Fine, thanks," Spottedsong muttered, not wanting to meet Dovepaw's gaze. She felt bad enough about what had happened, and somehow the look that Dovepaw gave her made her feel worse, even if it was meant to be kind and caring. It was. That was how medicine cats were. But after what Spottedsong suffered through, it wasn't the same. "I'm just trying to sleep."
"Would you like poppy seeds for that? I understand wounds can keep you up all night," Dovepaw murmured sympathetically.
"Sure, I guess."
She heard Dovepaw hesitate. "Alright." She came back a moment later with a small black seed on her paw pad. "Here."
Spottedsong licked the seed off of Dovepaw's paw. "Thanks," she mewed softly, not wanting to wake the other two.
"No problem." Dovepaw turned to join Badgertooth at the herb store in the back of the den.
Spottedsong closed her eyes, curling her tail over her muzzle. She immediately slipped into a deep and comforting sleep.
After what seemed a long and relaxing expanse of a moment, she opened her eyes again in a sunny field. Great. What now? Silently she hoped that she would see Moonclaw and be assured that she was alive and well. She looked around and spotted movement in the distance. She squinted against the blazing sunlight. It was a cat, no doubt about it, but it wasn't Moonclaw. No, wait, it's a silhouette, so I can't be sure. Spottedsong ran closer. "Who's there?"
The figure turned around. Sure enough, it was Moonclaw. Why was she so far away? Was she okay? Did Spottedsong have to do something?
"Spottedsong!" Moonclaw breathed. "Thank the stars you're here. I need your help."
"Help with what?" Spottedsong realized her heart began to race and she felt hot underneath her pelt at the nervous shake in the RiverClan she-cat's voice.
"After that attack, they took me away . . . and I can't be sure where I am, but I think it's somewhere near the MoonClan camp," Moonclaw explained hastily. "Can you help me escape? They're going to kill me," she added hastily.
