LightClan/WhisperClan Border

The border that separates WhisperClan and LightClan's territory. When the meadow turns into a forest. LightClan does have a forest in their territory, however, so be careful.

Lightstar had made his way to the border, bringing Hiddenleaf along with him. He looked around, then sat down and licked his paw. This was a nice place to calm down and unwind from a long day. He glanced over at Hiddenleaf.

After speaking with Claw, Silencefire set out towards the border of LightClan. Her mind swirling with ideas on how to tug at his 'heartstrings' and make him feel sorry for the rather small and helpless cat. She had already devised a plan on how to approach the tom and was perfectly fond of it and how easy she believed it would be.  When she found she was approaching the female paused and moved towards a puddle left from the rain that had fallen not to long before. Glancing at her reflection she examined the scar across her chin and twitched her nose in thought and after a moment she glanced about her and then she did the unthinkable, the white she-cat bit down hard upon her tongue and drew blood her white fur instantly taking on the pinkish stain white fur does when touched by blood. 

Drawing in deep breaths the she-cat shook her head a few times before allowing herself to take on an 'injured' air and stumbling she moved towards the border of LightClan..  She would pretend she had got herself caught up with the group led by Claw and because of her small size had failed to defend herself properly.  

Letting out pitiful mewl the white cat, once at the border, collapsed and began a heavy breathing her blue eyes wide and coated with feigned pain. A rather helpless scrap of fur she was.

Lightstar heard a cry and looked over to where he heard it. He saw a she-cat laying on the ground, looking in pain. Lightstar rushed over. "Hey, are you ok?" Lightstar asked in a hurried tone. He offered to help her. "What happened?" He asked. He wasn't really sure how to heal her, he wasn't a medicine cat. But he hoped to do something.

Lifting her head just slightly Silence squinted her gaze at the tom and gave a feigned frightened squeak and tried to pull herself away acting as if she were afraid of the tom "No! I..." she paused drawing in a shaky breath  "I didn't.. Didn't.. d..do anything." she gave what seemed like a weak hiss and tried once more in 'vain' to pull away but flopped to her side breathing heavily as if in pain. Her blue eyes wide and glittering with a wild look.

"Pl..please.. N.. no.. no more.' she let out a whimper and looked up to him pleadingly.

Lightstar looked around. Then he looked back at her. "You should come with me," he said sternly, turning as to say that there were no buts. "Can you walk?" He asked.

Hiddenleaf gasped, “We need to get her to camp!” She gently picked up the cat’s scruff, pulling her in the direction of camp. “Lightstar, let’s go!”

Lightstar nodded and followed Hiddenleaf back to camp, his fur itching.

Marigold for infection, juniper berries for strength, borage root for rat bites, phlox and lovage combined is good for coughs- No, Havenpath thought crossly as she shook her head sharply, mentally cursing herself. Borage leaves to help queens with milk and cats with fever. Burdock root for rat bites. There was just so much to remember, and she felt a little out of practice. Sighing, she swiped a paw in frustration at the scattered leaves and herbs she had been reviewing. Stepping out to the edge of her den, she peered into the distance where figures were approaching. Squinting, she tasted the air, momentary confusion flicking across her features before she realized- was that a cat being carried back to camp?

Gasping in surprise, the tabby spun about and lurched back into the den, eyes flicking frantically through the piles of herbs. Lavender, mallow leaves, rosemary, tormentil... useless, she cursed as she pushed back to the rocky surface that held her stores, nosing through. There! Seizing one of her carefully place emergency bundles, she opened her maw and seized the parcel.

Bounding out of her den, the fluffy, feathery furred orange she-cat tasted thyme and horsetail and juniper mingled with marigold and the stick of cobwebs. She offered a silent prayer that she had been smart enough to lay out such a bundle the night prior. She came a lurching halt, setting the bundle gently on her paws, protecting from the dirt of earth, pulling a face at the strange stick left on her tongue.

"What happened?" She breathed, out. Havenpath had yet to see her patient, eyes locked on Lightstar.

Lightstar shook his head. "I'm not sure, I just found her bleeding near the boundary," he admitted to the medicine cat. "You think you can see what's wrong with her?" he asked. He nodded to the wounded she-cat to convey what he meant.

Havenpath's eyes softened as he gaze fell on the white she-cat. She moved forwards, tearing off a strip of cobweb and pressing it with her paw against the wound. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked gently as she shifted through the pile of herbs one-pawed.