The Cure for Misery

Fun Fact: Originally named 'Riddleheart Wrapped in a Mystery' but I thought that was too lighthearted.

Chapter 1
"Hehe, Riddleheart, you look ridiculous!" there was a purr of laughter as the brown and white tom pulled himself out of the bramble patch he had just accidentally run into. His fur was torn out at part, sticking up in others, and he was covered in bristles and thorns. He muttered in pain and attempted to pull a thorn out of his paw.

"I'd like to see you after you fall in a bramble patch." Riddleheart replied to the golden she-cat in front of him, but said so playfully.

"It's not my fault you're so clumsy." the golden she-cat padded over to Riddleheart and helped him pull out a couple of bristles. "You might want to go back to camp and have Ravenface get those thorns out." she told him once they had gotten most of the debris out of his pelt.

"Thanks, Goldshine." Riddleheart stood and trotted as fast as his hurting paws would let him towards camp. Goldshine stayed behind to gather the fresh-kill they had left behind and fetch the other members of the hunting patrol.

Suddenly, as Riddleheart neared the log tunnel that served as an entrance to camp. He hadn't noticed he had gotten so close. He wasn't particularly lost in his thoughts, he just had a feeling that there a lot to think about. Was there something going on in camp that might be making him feel this way?

Riddleheart slipped through the log and came out in a clearing of the forest. This was the camp of BerryClan. It had walls of rocks with mud and thorns to fill the holes so nothing upleasent would be able to slip through. The largest den was a hollowed out and long dead tree, the medicine den. The other dens were made out of fallen logs, hollow rocks, underground tunnels, and stacks of branches. In the case of the Nursery, it was entirely underground. This was for protection from winter chills and so it would be quite hard to find if they were invaded. Ther elder's den was a hollow rock, as was the leader's den. The rest were rectangular shapes held together by thin twigs and weaved brambles.

There was another purr of laughter and Riddleheart looked over to see a bright white she-cat with a black face and paws. "You got yourself into quite the bit of trouble, I see?" she said, padding over to him and abnadoning the fresh-kill she had just finished.

Riddleheart licked his chest quickly. "Uh... yeah. I need you to help me get these thorns out."

Ravenface's whiskers twitched. "Yes, yes, come on." she turned the lead the way back to her den.