bellaanddexter2 wrote:Fallowpaw smiled ans dashed off. He picked up a mouse and a shrew in his jaws, then carried them back to the medicine den. He placed them down. "Honeypelt, do you want the mouse or the shrew."
(Okay about the Gathering, and thats a smart way of saying it! A real date

)Honeypelt flicked her tail and meowed "either one, you choose" she chewed up more marigold poultice and applied it to Rainstorm's and Mintclaw's wounds, then gave them water.
Mintclaw woke groggily, she saw Rainstorm lying down and meowed "Rainstorm? What happened?" she lifted her head slightly.
Cloudstorm (that's his name right?) padded into camp, his mouth full with fresh-kill, and dropped his prey on the pile of fresh-kill. Turning he padded over to the warriors den and began to wash his tangled fur.