Inside the den was much more welcoming than the hubbub of cats talking of their concerns of WindClan. Though silent in the den, Cloverpaw could still hear her Clanmates voices.
"Do you think Antstar will cause war among the Clans?" Blufern's voice rang out in Cloverpaw's ears like a symphony of words.
"War? Don't you think that's what he's aiming for anyways?" Bluefern's mate, Thistlefreeze replied.
"I don't like where this is going. Bristlekit and Sedgekit will be apprentices by tommorow. I don't want Antstar's dreaded cats to kill my two darlings!"
"But what about that er, Gorseleap cat? Is he a spy for them? Or maybe an assassin for Berrystar?"
Cloverpaw took a peek at Gorseleap. If he had heard anything he didn't show it. Only the distinct frown could be visible on him.
"Nevermind him. What about the new deputy? Who do you think Berrystar will choose?"
"Anyone but Freezinglight, in my opinion! She's been nothing but trouble ever since our apprenticeship!"
Cloverpaw growled softly, the name of the putrid she-cat rang in her ears. She ruined everything. It's all her fault.
"You okay there, uh, cat?" A voice came behind her. Cloverpaw looked behind her shoulder and spotted Gorseleap looking over with curiousity.
"Yeah, fine." She muttered, then sighed. "Just thinking."
"Thinking? More like eavesdropping to me." He chuckled, flicking his tail Gorseleap gave a playful look, friendly enough for Cloverpaw to lay her fur down.
"So... quite a scene that when down there, huh?" Gorseleap meowed. "I guess I'm a loner now... but whatever. My dad always wanted me to be leader after him, until he chose Frostleap as deputy. I'm not mad about it, though. I'm just furious on what he's done." Gorseleap sighed, rolling a mossball around with his paws.
Cloverpaw opened her mouth to speak, but the voice of Greywhisker came behind her. "Sorry I kept you two waiting," he meowed, jaw full of goldenrod, cobwebs, and poppy seeds. "Let's see your wounds, Gorseleap."
Gorseleap leaned on his hind paws and winced as the medicine cat applied the herbs to the wound. Cloverpaw watched with interest, admiring the way the herbs were applied. But she still had intent to stay a warrior, not a lousy medicine cat.
"All done!" Greywhisker turned to Cloverpaw. "Let's see your wounds now." Cloverpaw showed her shoulder to the medicine cat, wincing at the pain just as Gorseleap did. Once the herbs were applied, she laid in the nest.
"Both of you will have to stay in here for at least a day." Greywhisker meowed, and padded back to stock up.
