Misticclan
Leopardstorm watched in horror as Ravenstar's legs folded beneath him and collapsed.
Foxpaw sniffled.
"Man, I hate colds. HACHOO!"
A bunch of bedding flew up in the air as he sneezed. It floated around the medicine cat's den.
If this keeps up, I'll be all out of bedding. he thought. HACHOO!
Rockclan
Cherrypaw padded over to the fresh-kill pile. She took a small but plump vole and sat beside Dogear.
"Here you go, Dogear!" she said cheerfully.
Smokepaw chewed on a finch, trying her best not to get a mouthful of feathers. That was the problem with birds: they tasted pretty good, if you could get to the meat instead of eating feathers, that is.
Blackclan
Waspstripe padded over into the medicine cat's den. Dawnpaw sat, resting in the nest in the corner.
"Hey, Dawnpaw. How are you doing?"
"Better, thanks. But Skyflower said I couldn't eat anything right now. I'm starving here." she mewed, rolling onto her side.
Waspstripe's whiskers twitched. He turned around, padded to the freshkill pile, and brought her a mouse.
"Our secret." he whispered, winking. Then he turned around and left.











