"Help! please! someone... i can't... i can't breath..." Dustysky wheezed.
Everything went dark, clouds covering his veiw. he yelled, "No! Moonclan! no! i'm not ready to die!" (Moonclan is their warrior ancestors in the sky, each star at night is a warrior who died watching them)
"Help!" he cried.
Then he felt somthing grab his scruff, he stared around. but his eyes clouded completley and all was dark. finally he started to feel cool. his dry throut felt nice, and soothed. his eyes opened gently to stare up at Roseheart and Berrypaw.
"Berrypaw, fetch me some poppy seeds. his pain from this wound will spread quickly." Roseheart murmered.
Berrypaw darted over to a small crevice... where was hunting rocks? he thought.
"R-roseheart... where are w-we?" Dustysky wheezed.
"Don't talk, you must rest your throut. smoke filled hunting rocks, trees fell. so we have started our travel to a new home. you were lucky Graypaw and Conner had saved you. you would've surely died... but bravely indeed. tryng to save Foxstar and Hollykit together."
Dustysky jerked his head up, coughed, then lay still, "Fox-s-star... is he ok? Hollykit t-to. and did you say... Conner?"





