Warriors: The Return Of The Greatest Heroes

52. Ravenheart

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"You can go now," Brackenfall finished inspecting Fireheart and sent him on his merry way.

"He's fine, right? If there was something wrong with him..." Blazefur shuddered as she licked the life out of her son.

Fireheart struggled against the opposing force; he did NOT like licking at all from anyone except Sandstorm.

"He's fine. Just as healthy as an uninjured cat." the medicine cat reassured.

"Uninjured doesn't mean he's fine. What if he's sick? What him his mental stability has fallen? Any of these could mean that my son IS NOT FINE!" Blazefur was just annoying Brackenfall at this point.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with your son. I've checked him over." Brackenfall rested his tail lightly on the she-cat's pelt.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive,"

"Really positive?"

"Really positive,"

"Really really positive?"

"...I think you should just go now," the medicine cat ushered the ginger she-cat out of his den, hoping for a little bit of peace.

But his bit of peace didn't last long. Not even a heart beat.

Yowls pierced through the silent day, and Fernfur burst through the camp wall, supporting a limp Ravenheart with the help of Bluefur. Oakheart himself was sprinting at full speed towards the medicine den, as if to warn Brackenfall.

I already know that there is someone to be attended to! I don't need to be told! I can hear the yowls, you know! It seemed as if Brackenfall had inherited the grumpiness of every single medicine cat before him.

"What happened?" even though he was annoyed, he leapt up the moment the patrol burst through the camp.

"We don't know," Fernfur seemed to be panicked. "We were hunting, and we decided to tell Ravenheart that we were going to head back so he wouldn't freak out. But when we found him..." the deputy looked at the limp body. "He was like that,"

Brackenfall nodded, "Get him to my den." he swiftly moved back to his den, gathering the herbs that he knew for a fact that he would need. A lot of cobwebs.

The two she-cats laid the tom down gently on the camp floor beside the medicine den.

"Will he be okay?" Hollyleaf had dashed out of the nursery at the sound of the yowl.

"It's hard to say," the medicine cat inspected. "It seems as if he met some sort of overpowering opposing force with more modes of offense than we do. It also appears that they were much larger than Ravenheart because the blows surround his entire body. He also seems to have some sort of illness; it's not whitecough, greencough, or blackcough. Honestly, I have no idea what it is." he sighed.

Shimmerfire and Beetlebreeze streamed out of the warriors' den.

"Who did this?" Shimmerfire got an enraged look in her eyes. Whoever did this would pay.

"Someone considerably larger than Ravenheart." Brackenfall repeated.

"So, it wasn't a clan cat, loner, rogue, or a kittypet?" Beetlebreeze appeared to be thinking this through quite thoroughly.

"None of those, but do you really think your son is so weak that he'd get beaten up by a kittypet?" Brackenfall looked at the warrior incredulously. "Remember that you're the one who got attacked be a branch."

The black tom stopped. "Then, what was it?" he was clearly annoyed about the whole branch thing.

"Not a cat, that's for certain. Probably not a dog or anything that...walks on four legs! Of course! An animal that walks on four legs wouldn't be able to beat Ravenheart on all sides of his body!" the medicine cat announced his idea.

"Are you saying it was a Twoleg?" Hollyleaf coughed.

"Yes," Brackenfall nodded. "I am certain of it," he pressed a cobweb down on one of Ravenheart's many wounds.

"Since when has a Twoleg tried to kill cats before?" Fireheart looked confused. "I mean, I know they've beaten them and stuff; they also drove all the clans out of the original forest. But they've never tried to kill a cat before," the flame colored tom knelt down beside his friend.

"I don't think they were going to kill him; the Twolegs could have done that easily. I think the Twolegs were just beating Ravenheart for the fun of it." Brackenfall shuddered.

"Not all beings in the world are nice," Blazefur sounded annoyed. "It would be much easier if they all got along and stuff."

"What's life without a little bit of fighting?" Acornwish chortled. "There needs to be some fighting once in a while."

"It builds character," Grassjaw added.

"Will he live?" Shimmerfire ignored all of the chatting around her and pressed Brackenfall for answers.

"Honestly, the chances are really, really slim. Whatever sickness Ravenheart seems to have has effected the way his entire body functions. We need to find out what is making Ravenheart sick." Brackenfall narrowed his eyes in determination.

Yellowpaw gasped before dashing off into the den. "We have to make him throw up!" she came back with several disgusting herbs.

The medicine cat's eyes glimmered. "I didn't teach you that." he accused.

"I just heard it when the elders were talking about how they had to eat it once," the gray she-cat made up an excuse quickly.

"It seems like the elders are telling everyone everything now a days." Ashstar chuckled to himself.

The rest of the clan glared at their leader before turning there attention towards the black tom. Several questions revolved around their heads.

Is this disease contagious?

Where did it come from?

When will we attack the Twolegs?

Will another attack like this happen?

Do we have to move again?

Will Ravenheart live?

Will Ravenheart die?

Which herbs would help Ravenheart recover?

What weapons did the Twolegs use?