Heart of Survival (A Warrior Cats fan-fiction)

-Chapter Three-

—Evening—

The cats in the clearing slowly dispersed throughout the camp until only a few cats remained. The late day breeze smelled fresh and clear carrying the scent of New-Leaf along with it. "We should do a patrol around the Slateclan boarder before it gets to dark." Crowpelt said. There was a small movement from Tall Trees top branches when Squirrelstar sleepily started to make her way down to talk with her deputy when she accidentally stepped on a thin branch and it cracked sending the leader through all of the other branches along the way. "Squirrelstar!" Crowpelt exclaimed. The leader landed awkwardly on her right shoulder and yowled in pain. She lay still for a few moments catching her breath. "Are you okay?" Crowpelt asked anxiously. Fierceheart walked out of the warriors den when she saw her leader on the ground. "Squirrelstar!" she exclaimed. "What in the name of StarClan happened?" she asked Crowpelt in a squeaky mew. "She was climbing down then a branch broke and she slipped and fell." He explained quickly. Squirrelstar slowly, almost groggily got up and then slumped suddenly. "No!" Fierceheart said. "Did you see if she hit her head? Or if she broke any bones? Is she bleeding?" She interrogated. "She might have broken a few ribs, and she barely hit her head. She landed on her side." Crowpelt meowed. Swiftclaw came over from the medicine den after checking on Softjump. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. "What happened?" Crowpelt explained quickly what happened, then went to get the medicine cat. "Where is Fernfang?" Fierceheart asked. "I want to do a patrol on the Slateclan boarder then maybe a hunting patrol." Fierceheart said. "Hey Swiftclaw, do you want to come with me on a boarder patrol?" She asked. "Sure, then maybe I could come on the hunting patrol as well?" Swiftclaw asked. "Yes, for sure!" Fierceheart said happily. "I'll go on the hunting patrol then maybe meet up with you two afterwards, is that okay?" Purred Fernfang, leaping into the nearest tree. "That's perfect, see you soon then." Fierceheart called. Fierceheart and Swiftclaw ran out of the camp, towards the Slateclan boarder. Fernfang leaped away through the trees to hunt.