Back But Not The Same (short story)
Cats raced toward the camp entrance. Sedgeshell hissed at them, pushing them back. âGive her space, for Starclanâs sake!â
âHow did you find her?â Bluefeather, Gorsedaisyâs brother, asked. His tail twitched with nerves and impatience. He was looking over Sedgeshellâs head, waiting for his sister.
âShe found us!â Lightpaw chirped from his mentorâs side.Â
âWhere has she been?â Stormfleck inquired.Â
Cuckoostar pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of Sedgeshell. âIs she okay?â
âWe donât know,â Sedgeshell admitted. âWe saw her heading for the camp, but Iâm not sure if she knew where she was. She looked dazed, and she was bleeding. Aspentalon, Oatflight, and Drizzlespots are bringing her now.â
âBack up more, then!â Hickoryskip snapped. âSheâll need a clear path right to our den. And donât go asking her questions until Iâve checked her over!â
Marblegaze held her breath. She returned to the nursery, curling around her kits whilst never taking her eyes off of the entrance. After Redjayâs betrayal and murders and the flood that had swept through all the territories, the Clan needed a miracle. Thank you, Starclan, for guiding Gorsedaisy back to us.Â
The leaves began to rustle. Her head shot up, watching intently. Oatflight padded out. Her ears were twitching and she seemed alarmed. Brokenpaw followed her. Behind them was Gorsedaisy and the rest of the patrol.Â
Marblegaze couldnât hold back the gasp that had escaped her. Gorsedaisyâs fur stuck out in wet clumps in every direction. Her lighter spots were stained darker, almost unnoticeable against her black pelt. Marblegaze was too far to tell if it was muck or blood, and she was shocked to see singed fur on the end of her tail, surrounding red skin. How had she been burned during a flood? Sorrowfully, she took in the scars that marred the medicine catâs face as she was led to her den. In spite of Hickoryskipâs warning, she desperately wanted to embrace Gorsedaisy, to listen to what on earth happened to her and make all the pain go away.Â
It was not at all how Marblegaze had been expecting Gorsedaisyâs return to be like. She would be joking, ask the Clan if they really thought that Starclan would allow such a great medicine cat to die. She would be glad to be back to the Clan, of course, perhaps share prey with them as celebration for her return, maybe put aside her duties for the rest of the day and play a kit-like game with the younger warriors. She was not supposed to beâŚ.Â
She had looked so wrong. A wet, red-tinge that reflected what Marblegaze could only call horror glazed over her darkened, empty eyes. What had happened to her? Stars, what had happened to her?