Warriors: The Return Of The Greatest Heroes

54. The Second Attack

Brackenfall watched as Yellowpaw came back. "Yellowpaw, put those away. They are not necessary."

Yellowpaw dropped them. "Why?"

"Seizure may seem like they last a long time, but they only last 30 to 90 heart beats. Move Ravenheart on his side to let the liquid out of his mouth. We wouldn't want him to drown. Now, back away. Do not hold him down. In fact," the ginger medicine cat turned to the rest of the clan. "You all need to back away too. If he hits anything, he may inflict injury upon himself. We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"

The clan moved back faster than lightning.

"Yellowpaw," Brackenfall turned back to his apprentice. "Do not put anything in his mouth. Take the herbs you brought out back into the den. We will check for injuries after he is done.

Silence fell over the hushed clan like the moon over the sky.

Heartbeat.

Heartbeat.

Heartbeat.

Heartbeat.

Ravenheart eventually stopped shaking, completely unconcsious.

"Yellowpaw, what do you think we should do now?" the ginger medicine cat turned to his apprentice.

"Check him for injuries?"

"Anything before that?" Brackenfall pressured.

Yellowpaw thought for a moment. What was ailing Ravenheart? Allowing her special power to overwhelm her she suddenly felt what the black tom felt. She guessed he was in shock, but there was something else.

It hit her in a heart beat.

"He can't breath." Yellowpaw stated.

"Clear out his throat. You may put your paws in his mouth this time." the ginger medicine cat encouraged.

The gray she-cat thrust a paw in Ravenheart's mouth. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to get what was clogging his throat. She felt it. It was gooey and gross; she pulled her paw out of his mouth...

Only to have vomit and saliva drip from her paw.

This is why I don't like kits. They can't do anything themselves. she though disdainfully.

Yellowpaw's paw seemed to do the trick, a lot of vomit and saliva gushed out of his mouth.

"Very good." Brackenfall approached the black tom. "What should you do now?"

"Check him over for injuries." the gray apprentice answered.

"Yes," the ginger medicine cat and his apprentice both started looking at Ravenheart.

"I can't find any injuries." Yellowpaw murmured. "Should I give him poppy seeds?"

"Don't give him anything to eat or drink until he is completely awake and aware of his surroundings." Brackenfall instructed.

"Yes, Brackenfall." the gray she-cat responded.

The ginger medicine cat turned to Ashstar. "There is nothing else to see. Ravenheart is in safe paws, but the clan will not be if it waits here forever. I suggest you send out some patrols."

Ashstar blinked. "Yes, of course. Fernfur!" he beckoned the she-cat over.

"Yes, Ashstar?" the deputy looked concerned for Ravenheart.

"Can you sort out some border patrols?" the leader asked.

Fernfur nodded before heading off into the group of cats.

The group parted for the deputy out of respect.

"I will lead a patrol along the ShadowClan border along with Graystripe, Silverstream, and Acornwish. Grassjaw, you will lead a patrol along the WindClan border with Fireheart, Mapleshade, and Bluefur." Fernfur instructed.

It seemed as if the reborns dominated the clan. There was never a patrol without a reborn. ThunderClan was being overwhelmed by them.

Fernfur's patrol padded along the Thunderpath seperating the two clans, leaving scent markers along the way. As she sprayed her scent on a fern, Graystripe was right in front of her with some grass. She could scent Silverstream's familiar scent behind her. It seemed so normal, so quiet, so wrong. Something was bound to happen.

Something was bound to happen.

Something was bound to happen!

She gasped in shock. The Thunderpaths would no longer be safe; she had been told that the Twolegs attacked from their monsters or something like that.

Acornwish seemed to sense her uncomfort. "Fernfur, what is wrong?"

"There is something bound to happen here. I know it. Do you remember when it was reported that the Twolegs that attacked Ravenheart were in a monster?"

Acornwish's eyes widened. "You don't think-"

"I do. The Thunderpaths are no longer safe." Fernfur sighed. "Where are Graystripe and Silverstream?"

Acornwish looked around. "They were just here..."

"Oh, no," the deputy knew she was paranoid, but that couldn't be helped, could it? "We must find them immediately before something bad happens."

"Yes," the warrior agreed, picking up their scent. "They went this way," Acornwish padded along the Thunderpath. "It seems like they continued on without us."

They padded for a while, following their scent. But that scent wasn't the only one.

It was still their scents, but it had something else.

The smell of blood and Twoleg.