Warriors: The Compromise, #1 [DISCONTINUED]

CHAPTER 9

   "The storm in WindClan has left behind so much water... I'm afraid for their health," A muffled voice, which sounded like Pidgeonpaw, mewed anxiously. Stormstar opened up his eyes from his rest, his wounds not hurting as much as they did before. Eucalyptus most likely put more of a poultice or paste on them.

   "I'm sure that StarClan has given them a chance, and that WindClan has found a shelter somewhere high and dry. Make sure that you avoid collecting herbs in that area, and that we steer away from flooded paths on the way to the Moon Pool..." Eucalyptus croaked. She must've had a sore throat forming when he was asleep, or maybe he hadn't noticed it.

   Stormstar slowly rose to his paws, looking over at the two cats. "May I go now?" He asked, shaking his fur a bit. Both of their eyes flicked towards the leader, unaware that he was finally awake. Perhaps the whole 'WindClan flooding' problem was so deep, they didn't notice. He mad a lot of assumptions in the tiniest sliver of time.

   "Yes, Stormstar. Please don't move around much, though. That rogue hurt you pretty bad, but you saved the Clans from any possible rogue group reforming with him as the leader," The hairless medicine cat responded, 'him' being the last rogue. The almighty and powerful one. 

   With her approval, the tom made his way out of the medicine den, looking at his surroundings. The warm sunlight reminded him of the green leaves and endless amount of prey, however it was now cold and orange, the environment of Leaf-Fall. He could hear the chitchat of cats nearby, one of the cats trotting up to him. It was the jet black deputy, Ebonyheart, ready for a long conversation.

   "Oh, Stormstar! How are you feeling?"

   "Good, good. Just a bit... worn out, I guess you could say," Stormstar smiled. Although the air was cool, they began sharing tongues, greeting each other. "Do you have any reports? How are Tumble and Opal doing?"

   "I haven't seen Opal. She.. she must be hunting. I hope she is, at least. Tumble is doing some training with Pearbelly as his temporary mentor before he possibly becomes a warrior. Otherwise, they are both doing well with training and statistics." Ebonyheart lifted his chin, his bright yellow eyes looking down at the leader proudly. "How is Ryeleap? I heard about how bad the battle was... its hard to believe that just one cat could shed so much blood!"

   "I woke up to see Ryeleap in pretty bad condition. If Owlflight hadn't carried Ryeleap back to camp in time," Stormstar hesitated, "I'm afraid that we'd lose a great warrior. His wounds are quite deep." Hearing this, Ebonyheart frowned, sighing, "Ryeleap is a great friend of mine. I'll have to thank Owlflight."

   "Right," The dark grey tom nodded. "Well, it was nice keeping up with you. If Opal doesn't come back by dusk, which isn't too far away, then she'll have to be punished. Farewell, Ebonyheart," They then exchanged smiles, and walked away.