Warriors: Back to the Wild Book#3

Chapter 2

As Mousepelt dropped her lousy catch on the fresh-kill pile, Amberheart's scent filled her mouth. Lowering her head and growling, Mousepelt turned to see the golden ThunderClan warrior burst in to camp, panting with terror in her eyes. Jumbledstar came out followed by Yellowstone and Vinetail. Yellowstone unsheathed her claws as she glared at the warrior.

"What do you want, Amberheart?" Stoneheart asked disdainfully, stepping out the nursery with Coldeyes and Docilepaw.

"Coldeyes, please, we need cat mint!" Amberheart pleaded, bolting over the the medicine cat.

"Why?" Coldeyes asked with disinterest.

"Whisperstar is very weak and Flowerstem ran out," Amberheart explained, "we thought you'd have them stocked after th-" Amberheart's plea was interrupted by a bout of coughing from the elder's den.

"Coldeyes," Spottedfur cried from the entrance of the den, "Snaketooth is coughing worse than Pinepelt and Rakeclaw!"

"As you can see, Amberheart," Coldeyes sighed angrily, "I must take care of my warriors before I become concerned about other Clans!" Coldeyes bolted over to the den, leaving Docilepaw and Stoneheart.

"Why would we even give you our herbs?" Stoneheart asked. "We helped you during the fire and thanks to your mate and apprentice, we have little herbs for this leaf-bare, just because we helped you once don't expect our help until you've done something for us!" the stripped deputy then retreated to the nursery. Docilepaw just shrugged and walked off to the elder's den.

Amberheart shook as she looked down at her paws. Mousepelt could only think of one place that had enough catmint. WindClan. But, after Larkfeather had been given the respect of deputy, she seemed more resentful toward other Clans.

Mousepelt's fur prickled as a short cough came out of Jumbledstar's throat. Yellowstone and Vinetail lead him back to his den as Midnightmoon, Beetlechaser, and Silversun watched with worry. Moonglow, Ashface, and Turtlefur ate their prey as if their father was just another sick cat. The former deputy had conspired with Limptail and Brokenjaw to get rid of Ravenclaw. They all feared he would take away their titles and the "most strongest kits". Trampleheart, Quakefoot, and Morningflower didn't seem concerned with Brokenjaw anymore, but the black and white warrior tried getting his mate, Silvertongue, to at least look at him.

"Get lost!" Limptail snapped at Amberheart. "We don't have enough herbs for a greedy Clan like ThunderClan!"

"Our leader is dying!" Amberheart spat.

"Then that's one last mouth to feed." Viperfang mewed, taking a break from her grooming.

"Viperfang!" Sirenpaw snapped at her mother.

"Don't you dare raise your voice to me!" Viperfang snarled.

"Enough!" Ravenclaw stepped in. "Amberheart, get out of here and find a different Clan to get herbs from, we already helped ThunderClan."

Amberheart immediately turned her attention to Mousepelt. What did she expect her to do? Mousepelt growled and walked over to her golden friend. "Go to WindClan or SkyClan, they should have plenty catmint to give."

Amberheart lowered her ears and she narrowed her eyes. "You know what, Mousepelt, you need to think about our prophecy before you think about your place in this Clan!" she snapped.

"Try looking after yourself for once!" Mousepelt retorted. "I can't help you unless you tell me how! I can't just waltz in your Clan and help you with SkyClan and WindClan, I didn't ask for your help with RiverClan! If Silversol is your Clan, come talk to me!" with that Mousepelt stormed in to the warrior's den.