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    Stormshadow let out a surprised yowl, and pushed Greypelt out of the way of the falling tree. The tree fell onto the tom's hind legs. He scrambled from underneath the huge tree, darting away into a bush, away from the twolegs. As soon as he was hidden in the bush, he glanced around for Greypelt, hoping he hadn't hurt her when he pushed her.

    Decided to submit a medicine cat, since Owlclan doesn't have one.


    Name: Fernsong.


    Gender: She-cat.


    Age: 18 moons.


    Fur/Appearance:


    Position: Medicine cat.


    Mate: None.


    Kits: None.


    Likes: Relaxing, knowing that she has done something right.


    Good at: Soothing others, swimming, finding things that she needs.


    Bad at: Being a leader, talking in front of many cats, being strict.


    Bio: Being from a foreign clan is hard, especially when you're a medicine cat. Many cats have denied her help or jeered at Fernsong for being a former Riverclan kit, though when she saved Azurefang's life, most of the clan applauded her.

    "Took those wildcats long enough to scamper back to their homes in the trees." Melissa scoffed, coming out of her mansion. She jumped up onto her cat perch, and gave her long, shiny, cream fur delicate strokes with her tongue. Her tail curled around her, the purple ribbon on the tip bouncing slightly.

    Suddenly, The tom realized the piercing pain in his hind legs. He gave a cry of pain before he fell to the floor behind the bush, passing out. He just hoped that someone would save him.

    Fawnstripe let out a yowl of despair, as she saw her friend bleeding, with a kit at his paws. With tears in her violet eyes, she sprinted over to him. If Oakstrike lived, everything would be fine.


    "FERNPAW!" The silver she-warrior howled to the medicine cat apprentice. "HELP!" The grey apprentice rushed over, multiple kinds of herbs in her mouth.


    She padded cobwebs onto Oakstrike's wounds, before spreading on some chewed up goldenrod, which is meant to soothe wounds. Fawnstripe stood close by, eyes wide with fear. Shinekit and Flashkit shivered at her paws, their eyes half closed. If her warrior friend was lost, she would lie awake Every Night.

    Fernpaw looked panicky as she lay some chamomile on Oakstrike's tongue to strengthen his heart. She then washed the chamomile down with water, looking stressed.


    Fawnstripe couldn't just sit there any longer. She padded over beside Fernpaw and spoke quietly into his ear. "Here me out, Oakstrike. You have to live. You have to live. You listening? I hope you are. Live for the clan, Oakstrike. Live for me." Fawnstripe bit back tears.


    "Fernpaw," She said, in not even a whisper. "Will he be ok?" The younger cat looked at the warrior with soothing, aqua eyes. "I'm sure he'll live, if this chamomile works at least." She said, glancing back to the male warrior.