Gingerpaw opened her eyes and blinked. At first she didn't recognise where she was. Then she realised she was in the Healing Den, where sick or injured cats recovered.
"Gingerpaw," Smallpaw meowed. "Are you awake?"
"Yes." Gingerpaw replied. Her voice sounded better, not as raspy.
Smallpaw gave a delighted mew and dashed away. "Featherstar! Gingerpaw's awake."
Featherstar's head came into Gingerpaw's line of sight. "Gingerpaw, can you tell us what happened when the apprentice attacked you? Do you think you're strong enough?"
"Yes," Gingerpaw replied. "But he didn't attack me."
"Ok. Come outside and join me on the Speaking Tree when you're ready."
Gingerpaw got tentatively to her paws. When she didn't topple over, she took a deep breath and padded towards the Speaking Tree.
"Cats of Treeclan!" Featherstar yowled. "Gather now to hear Gingerpaw's account of yesterday's events."
Yesterday? Gingerpaw had been asleep for hours!
Treeclan cats raced from across the clearing and hauled themselves out of their dens. Gingerpaw caught sight of Foxpaw flanked on both sides by Thrushtail and Silverstripe, being escorted to the base of the Speaking Tree. He was thrown to the ground where he lay, not fighting.
Featheratar snarled at Foxpaw, who cowered even lower. He was smart, making himself look small and helpless.
"Gingerpaw." Featherstar turned to the apprentice. "Please give us a full recount of yesterday's events."
Gingerpaw took a deep breath and began.
YOU ARE READING
Gingerpaw
RomanceA feral cat, born and raised in Treeclan, looks all set to become the perfect warrior that her clan needs to protect them from harsh seasons and deadly rivalries. She has a mother, father, sister, and a best friend who hopes to someday be her mate...
