A paw stepped into the moonlight. Was it Beestripes’? The cat came into the moonlight. Cloudgaze hid instinctively. It was a (fur color) she-cat with (eye color) eyes., dragging a long-furred black cat along with her, who looked almost unconscious. The she-cat’s eyes looked desperate.
“Help! Please, somebody help!” She pleaded. No one responded. Cloudgaze saw another pair of eyes glaring at them through the gloom. They were yellow, like Beestripes’. The cat stepped out. It was Beestripes!
“I’ll be able to help with that. What in StarClan happened here?” She poked around, sniffing and feeling about every inch of him.
“Um, maybe poisonous food that came from a short metal tree and rats. Lots of rats.” The mysterious she-cat responded.
“Hm. Get me some yarrow, quick.”
“What’s yarrow?”
“Ugh. A bunch of yellow or white dots that’s held up by a stem.”
“Oh, I’ve seen those before! I'll be right back.” The cat rushed off. Beestripes carefully picked some burdock root that was nearby, chewed it into a poultice, and spat it out on his wounds, rubbing it around. The black cat’s eyes opened.
“Finally, you're awake. Your buddy was terrified that you’d died.”
“Wh-Who are you?” The cat muttered.
“Uhm, the cat who saved your life?” Beestripes rolled her eyes.
“Where’s Salmonfrost!?”
“You don’t have to be so loud. She went over to get some herbs, that’s all.” Cloudgaze watched, not knowing what else to do. The cat from before rushed back, panting. She had yarrow in her jaws, and a panicked expression in her eyes. “There we go. Just what we need. Swallow these, quickly.” The black cat ate it hesitantly, flinching at the taste. It vomited all over the ground.
“What did you do to him?..”
“Saved his life? He could've died from poisoning.”
“There must’ve been a gentler way to do that.”
“There’s no gentler way.” Beestripes said simply.
“Thank you so much. I would’ve been lost without this guy.”
“Whatever.” Beestripes just slipped back into the shadows like nothing ever happened.
