The Forgotten Tribe {Warriors Fanfiction}

Chapter 7

Littlenose and Moonpaw rushed to the medicine den, where Troutfang lay. His breathing was shallow and weak, which caused Littlenose to gasp. Moonpaw's fur stood on end in anxiety as Littlenose nudged bundles of catmint toward the elder. Troutfang lifted his head slightly, but didn't say anything.

"We were only gone for the Gathering..." Moonpaw whispered, urging the elder to eat the medicine.

"He's old, Moonpaw." Littlenose's voice broke in sorrow as she sniffed the tom's pelt, before standing up. "Let's hope he recovers soon, we're low on catmint."

Moonpaw nodded. "I'll lay awake to  check on him until sunrise." He said flatly, curling up beside the elder tom. 

Littlenose nodded and fetched some water-soaked moss. "Remember to give him water regularly." She reminded him, laying the wet moss beside Troutfang. "You remember where to find these? Moss in the forest, water from the river. Surely Amberpool can help us with our shortage."

Moonpaw shrugged, unsure. RiverClan seemed really hostile right now, it could be dangerous to ask for supplies. Nevertheless, it didn't hurt to try.

"I'll head over there in the morning. If Amberpool has none...then I guess I'll have to turn to Ivyleaf. WindClan must surely be short on supplies, too."

Nightpaw ran in through the entrance. "Is he going to be okay?" He cried out.

Moonpaw pressed beside his brother, who he hadn't spent time with in forever. "We'll see. He's really old, and he's sick." He kept himself contained as he ran his tongue along Nightpaw's cheek quickly.

Nightpaw rushed to Troutfang's side. "Applebelly and Finchheart are worried sick! They've both been pacing the camp since you got back."

Moonpaw drew in a sharp breath and checked the medicine supplies. They were running low on essential herbs, which worried both him, and obviously Littlenose. Nightpaw saw Moonpaw's worry and he hissed.

"Moonpaw, can't you do anything?" His sharp tone showed no anger, only grief.

Moonpaw sat next to his brother. "We're doing all we can, Nightpaw."

Nightpaw stood up and paced toward the entrance, his gaze moving towards Littlenose, who was asleep in her nest. His eyes drooped in grief as his ears flattened.

"Why does greencough have to ruin the best cats." He muttered as he walked off, his anxiety-scented trail following him.

Moonpaw sighed, before hearing some cats cheer outside. Littlenose looked up as a cat entered the den. His golden fur shone in the moonlight, and his amber eyes seemed to have stars glimmering in them.

"Narrowstar?" Littlenose sat up, yawning.

The tom nodded.

"You've received your nine lives!" Moonpaw smiled and pressed against the tom he'd always despised. Now, instead of hatred, joy filled his heart for the young leader.

"I've chosen my deputy already." Narrowstar purred, sitting down and licking his paws. "Tomorrow at sunhigh, I will announce who they are."

Littlenose nodded. "Well done, Narrowstar. I am pleased for you to be sharing dreams with StarClan."

Moonpaw nodded slightly, still standing. His tail flicked slightly, but he paid no mind. He returned to checking on Troutfang, who'd already gained enough strength to speak.

"Narrowstar?" Troutfang whispered.

"He's terribly ill with greencough." Moonpaw explained as Narrowstar leaned in to hear Troutfang.