Thornpelt's Journey

Chapter 6

Leafwhisker and her apprentice, Pinepaw, were sorting the herbs. “Tansy, goldenrod, yarrow, tansy, catmint, cobwe-“ They were interrupted by a cloud of dirt and dust and the yowls of cats running into the den. Mudface dropped the kit onto a mossy nest, “Please, thorns, help, my son…” he panted. Leafwhisker gasped, and shooed away the array of cats in the entrance to her den. Emberheart came into the doorway, and said nothing, sadness in her eyes.
Leafwhisker covered every wound with goldenrod pulp, wrapping each scrape with cobwebs. Greykit was completely with cobweb, only his fluffy tail and face showing through the white bandage. Leafwhisker cried out, “Oh Starclan help us!” And touched noses to the dying cat. Emberheart padded in, glancing at her kit, happy to see him breathing. She looked solemnly at Leafwhisker, eyes full of worry. “He’ll live.”, said Leafwhisker, a sad tone to her usually happy voice, “But he will have permanent scars.” Emberheart smiled to hear he’d live, hiding her grief for her son’s beautiful pelt, inherited from Emberheart’s late mother.