Longfur said, "Would you come with me? I need to gather some herbs."

He nodded, following Long'fur along.

Longfur lead him through the woods, collecting several different herbs and asking Hawksoul to carry some.

He carried them, following closely.

Longfur kept them close to camp.

(back)
Rain and Cinder (the kits) were running around the camp. The decided to look around in the Medicine Cat Den.

(Going to scar the kits for life, then.)
Terror is in a nest, her wounds bandaged but still oozing blood. It looked like all of her old scars were laid open anew, and her left eye was bandaged. She looked like she was dead except for the weak rise and fall of her breathing.

Cherry'Kit

She sits up, looking at Terror then at the other kits.



Hawk'Soul

He continued on, carring some on the herbs in his mouth and the rest on his back.

Terror murmured, "I didn't know..."
It almost sounded like it was part of a fever dream.

Rain and Cinder stared at the wounded Terror for a couple of moments. Cinder made a weird sound, he was clearly terrified. Rain began hissing at Terror, not noticing that Cherrykit was there.

-

Haze returned to the BloodClan camp with a chicken leg stolen from the butcher. Smoky woke up.
"May I have some?" Smoky asked politely.
"No." Haze said firmly. "I am not your mother."
"But you are." Smoky pointed out.
"Listen," Haze growled, dropping the chicken leg. "Stop begging for food from me. Are you a kit? You even failed to prevent my kit from escaping!"
"Your kit was 2 moons old! That was 2 moons ago, he couldn't have survived! That wasn't even that long ago!" Smoky growled back.
"2 moons ago," Haze echoed.
"That was that long ago, right?"
"It wasn't." Haze sighed. "I have been looking for s new mate. Not like your father. Or that one's father. My new mate will be much better. He won't have kits that run away. Your sister, Silver ran away. Don't plan on joining those Clans either."