[CURRENTLY ON HIATUS] Shattered Sky book 1: Thunder Exiled

Chapter 4

"So, here's the plan." Calicostar mewed after a short time, startling Robinfur out of a half-asleep state, leaning against Parrotflight's soft belly fur. "I Will provide shelter for your elders, queens and kits, as well as your apprentices, if you wish. Half of my warriors will come to assist in the guarding of your camp, and we can set up a place for the wounded to go in our camp. The medicine cats can put their herbs together to heal warriors, and the queens and elders can help with dressing wounds with a little training. If your camp is taken over, you all can rest here for a few days. I'm afraid you'll have to leave after a while, Shadowclan will likely checking to make sure you're completely gone."
"Thanks, youngster." Glowingstar agreed. "We can leave now, if you need to notify your Warriors. They can cross the border without an escort, as long as they know where our camp is."
"Of course, Glowingstar. I'll send my warriors over, and you your queens, kits and elders. we'll be waiting." And with a final exchange of thanks and well-wishes, the Thunderclan cats and the Windclan medicine-cat padded out of the den, back towards the Thunderclan camp.

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Robinfur stirred in his nest, his leg feeling less hot than it was when they were at the Windclan camp. He heard warriors outside, yowling in contempt at the Windclan warriors.
"Why do we need their help!?"
"Where's Robinfur??"
"Why don't we attack first?"
"What's going on? My kits are scared!" That voice he recognized. Duskfoot was always worrying about her kits, especially Frostkit, who was the smallest and blind in one eye. He didn't have much hope of surviving as a warrior, and would probably be given to him. Robinfur pushed himself out of his nest, gingerly testing his leg, and was suprised to be able to walk on it. He limped out of the Medicine den, and immediately spotted Duskfoot, in the midst of a heated argument with Parrotflight. "I'm telling you! They'll kill the kits if they go to Windclan!!"
"No, Duskfoot. They won't. Featherfoot and Pebblesmoke will make sure of that." Robinfur reassured her. "Now, why don't I check on the kits, while Parrotflight goes to help the Windclan warriors settle in?" He added, speaking as calmly as he could to the suspicious she-cat.
"Thanks, Robinfur." Parrotflight whispered as he turned and left, his fluffy tail low behind him.
At this rate, he and Glowingstar are going to need herbs to keep them going. He thought to himself. I'll need burnet and chamomile... he thought, going over the list of herbs in his head.  I'll also need more herbs for wounds. Windclan don't have many and we need all we can get. I'll ask Featherfoot later.  Robinfur padded ahead and into the Nursery, and was immediately bowled over by an overexcited kit.
"Mamma said we would be made Apprentices today!"
"yes, yes. Perhaps, if Parrotflight and Glowingstar decide you're not too noisy. Maybe you should work on that, hm?" with that last remark, the kits fell deathly silent. they remained like that until Robinfur had finished checking that they were all healthy, he had to, the Clan couldn't have sick or injured apprentices at this stage. The kits were lucky, though, they and their mother would be going to Windclan with the elders that night, to be apprenticed to their warriors the next day. As he watched the kits roll out of the den, he just hoped Thunderclan would be able to take them back, or even not have to give them away. Hopefully...