A cold breeze blew through the territory, carrying with it the first flakes of Leaf-bare. While inside the camp, the cats lay huddled together. I wish I could grow a thicker coat, Madtomtuft laments as she buries her head into Nighthawkflicker's fur.
Nighthawkflicker runs her tongue over her ears. "We can find some moss or prey pelts to line your nest."
Madtomtuft purrs gratefully.
"Maybe Cowbirdsoar has some herbs that can warm us up?" Brambleclash stands up, a shiver running through her as her pads meet the stone.
Seeing the tabby's reaction, Madtomtuft immediately tucks her paws under her stomach. "No thanks."
"Someone is feeling mousey," Nighthawkflicker teases, swiping a paw at her. She rolls out of the way. Big mistake. She lies unhappily on her back, her belly and legs exposed to the cold air.
This is how I die.
"Save me." She raises her freezing paws. Nighthawkflicker rolls her eyes and goes to the healer. Luckily, Brambleclash takes mercy on her, rolling her back onto her belly.
"My savior!" She chirps, pulling her paws in tight.
"You're welcome, try next time rolling into her." Brambleclash puts her tail on Madtomtuft's head.
She snorts. It might help me get warm, too.
Nighthawkflicker breaks the peace. "That is not a cat anymore!" She yowls as she steps out of the Healer's Den.
Right on her heels was Cowbirdsoar. "Please, just hear me out." He tries to keep his voice low, but the damage is done. All eyes are on him.
Madtomtuft is quick on her paws. "What's going on?"
Cowbirdsoar opens his mouth, but Nighthawkflicker is faster. "Plumekit is infected."
No. Madtomtuft's ears fell back. Not another cat… please. She looks to her uncle for help, but he can't meet her eyes. Sickness grips her belly, tugging her down. She presses her claws against the stone. I haven't even gotten to know her. Please, Starclan.
"Are you… certain?" Brambleclash tries to keep her tone neutral. But a slight waver gives her away. Madtomtuft presses into her, offering comfort.
Nighthawkflicker bristles."If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself."
Hope sparks in her chest. Just a simple check, and I can prove she's wrong. Then, the fear creeps in. It ties her paws to the floor. And if she’s not wrong? Madtomtuft curls her tail closer.
"I believe you." Brambleclash steps forward.
Madtomtuft shakes away her fear. They had to be wrong- I have to prove them wrong. She moves closer to the healer's den, forcing herself to look inside.
There's Rhubarbkit and… oh. Her hope withers as her eyes find Plumekit. The white kit huddles beside her sister, her eyes wide and rimmed with red.
Maybe… Madtomtuft struggles for an excuse. The kit could be tired, she could have gotten something in her eye. But none of those explain the wrongness she feels, looking at Plumekit.
She speaks up then, her voice small. "What… what can we do?"
The camp is silent, and the air is thick with the words that cannot be said. Each cat keeps their eyes downcast. All except for Nighthawkflicker.
She looks at each of her clanmates, her tail lashing. When no one meets her gaze, she speaks. "We have to kill her."
Cowbirdsoar yowls, "No!" The tom moves to defend his daughter. He places himself at the mouth of the Healer's den. "Please, you can't kill her."
Nighthawkflicker lowers her hackles. "I'm sorry, Cowbird, but she's not your kit anymore."
He shakes his head.
"As much as you want to deny it, she's one of them now." She steps closer to the healer. "We have to get rid of her before she kills us all."
He looks to the others for support, but neither molly meets his gaze. Madtomtuft wants to be on his side. She wants to help them. But if Plumekit is … she might be past saving.
Cowbirdsoar takes a minute. The desperation in his eyes does not fade; instead, it twists into determination. "What if I cure her?" He speaks quickly, refusing to let anyone get a word in. "She's in a very early stage of the disease. I can cure her; she won't, won't turn into a monster. And the only way that I can do that is if, if you let her live." He stands firm, eyes meeting Nighthawkflicer's.
His expression sparks Madtomtuft's memories. He wore that same, terrified, determined look when he carried her out of camp. He had defended her then. And now, he needs her.
"Let's give him the chance."
The others turn to look at her.
"You can't be serious, Madtom!" Nighthawkflicker hisses.
"I am." Madtomtuft places her paw on Nighthawkflicker's. "If we give him some time-"
She pulls her paw away. "He's had nothing but time! He's had ten moons."
"And I've spent those moons running the clan." Cowbirdsoar shook his head. "Please, Nighthawkflicker. She can stay out in the infected den. I can test different herbs and find us a cure." He narrows his eyes. "But I can't do that if you kill my daughter."
She lashes her tail.
Please, be smart. Madtomtuft tries to touch her denmate again. Instead, she draws further back.
"Fine," She hisses. "You have one moon." She presses her face closer to Cowbirdsoar, her teeth on display. "I just hope your experiment doesn't cost you your living daughter."
Cowbirdsoar did not wilt under her gaze. Instead, he narrows his eyes. "I will not lose either kit."
Nighthawkflicker scoffs and turns away. "I'm going on patrol." And just like that, she's gone.
Madtomtuft watches her leave, then turns back to her uncle. His determination is still there, but he's tired. He's won the battle, but he knows that he's started a war.
She moves to comfort him. But Brambleclash is there. The molly grooms his head, pressing against him.
The moment feels almost private. Madtomtuft turns away. He had comfort. Which left one clanmate unaccounted for.
"I'll be back," she mews to her clanmates, before heading out after Nighthawkflicker.
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To the new warrior she goesssss
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Ravenpaw <3 she also has a pretty high belief in starclan
Talking time yippee!
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Patrols!
): our medicine cats can’t catch a break
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AUGH that’s so sweet what the heck
