Hawkkit's Story

Prologue
Dewshine rushed into the medicine cat's den. She grabbed herbs of all sort and headed into the back where a small tabby was lying, breathing hard.

"The rouges..." he mumbled, straining with each breath, "There are too... m-many. Tell Falconstar that w-we must r-retreat. We can finish this battle l-later."

Dewshine soothed the writhing tabby, "Don't talk. We must treat these wounds. It seems the rouges coated their claws with stinging nettle juice, which meansthe wounds look worse than they are. Now hold still, this will sting a lot." She rubbed a herb paste on the tabby's wounds, "Thornpaw! Come take care of Darkfinch. If he starts to jump give him poppy seeds."

A brown she-cat with blue eyes came up and nodded, "I'll try my best."

"Good. I'm going to check on Bluejay. She's close to the due date for her kits." Dewshine left the med cat's den and padded into the nursery.