#brindlestream

After being told of his task by Whiteear, Brindlestream had gone to the medicine den to grab a few beetles. He was so focused on making sure his leaf bundle had everything he needed, he hadn’t noticed when leaves rustled behind him as he was joined by a tabby tom.

“Preparing for a trip?” Mousepaw asked, drawing the tortoiseshell tom’s attention. 

Brindlestream looked to his friend and nodded. “Whiteear has asked me to accompany Stone back to Sunclan’s camp to provide aid.”

“Are you planning to stay there?” The yellow tabby’s voice cracked slightly as the question escaped his lips.

“Potentially.” Brindlestream nodded. “At least until they have an established medicine cat to take my place.”

“Th-then I’ll come with you!” Mousepaw declared. 

“Are you sure?” Brindlestream looked into the tabby’s brown eyes. “You came to Grottoclan for Rave-”

“Sparrowstorm came here for Ravenpelt.” Mousepaw corrected. “I came to accompany her for the journey. Now... she’s gone...” Sadness glimmered in his eyes a moment, before being replaced with determination. “But I still have you. And Sunclan is closer to twolegplace, right? Slightwhisper could show up there before Grottoclan.”

“Here’s where Briarpaw and Snakebrook are.” Stone brought the two toms to the den. “I’ll go let Sunshower know you’re here.”

Brindlestream nodded and padded up to Snakebrook’s side to inspect him. “Hmmm...” He looks over at his partner. “Mousepaw, could you bring over a trilobite beetle, please?”

“Sure.” The yellow tabby padded over with the orange and brown beetle carefully in his jaws. 

“Thank you.” Brindlestream carefully took the beetle and set it in front of the white and black tom. “Here. Eat this. It won’t get rid of the white spots you’ve already received from the sunchill, but it will keep your fur from losing any more pigment and cure the chill so you don’t die.” He explained.

Snakebrook nodded and ate the beetle.

Brindlestream then padded over to the Sunclan apprentice. He inspected Briarpaw before looking over at Mousepaw. “You have that light beetle?”

Mousepaw nodded, setting the striped insect in front of Brindlestream.