A moon later, Riverstar stopped. "Look! A stream! We can make camp here! All of the strongest cats, go fish for the weak." He mewed, bounding towards the stream. Spottedfur started limping towards the stream before collapsing. He couldn't move another inch. Rosepelt ran towards him, sniffing his side.
"Infection." She murmured before dashing off to find herbs. "Wait, I'm fine!" He called after her. The QuailClan cats had insisted on leaving everything. Food, herbs, everything... She reappeared along with several others carrying fish. Rosepelt hurried to his side, plastering herbs over him while the others piled up the fish before grabbing one for themselves. Minnowscale padded towards him. Her blue eyes shine with worry as she dropped a bass at his paw. He smiled at her, eating it quickly.
Riverstar padded over to him. "Sorry I didn't let you rest. It's my fault your ill." He mewed. "No, it's fine." Spottedfur mewed, standing. He already felt much better and decided to help the others with making the dens.
They worked all day, but they were done. Spottedfur yawned and bounded into the den. He ordered the apprentices to get moss and darted to get the last trout for the elders, who had insisted on not eating until the others had. As the apprentices returned, everyone filed into their dens and slept.
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Warriors: Spottedfur's Choice
RandomSpottedfur loved StreamClan. Everything was always calm, until a beautiful QuailClan she appeared on the territory. Spottedfur knows he has too chose, and he chooses...
