Goldenpaw rushed at her without hesitation. The young apprentice actually looked dangerous. Her eyes darkened and she drew her lips back in a snarl. “Imagine I’m a ShadowClan warrior threatening the nursery,” she growled. Bluepaw padded a tail-length away and turned, scowling her fiercest scowl. “Do you think you could try that?” he asked Goldenpaw. “Why doesn’t Goldenpaw try attacking me,” she suggested, “as though I were an enemy warrior?” “Good idea,” Sunfall meowed approvingly. ― Erin Hunter, quote from Bluestar's Prophecy The medicine cat apprentice looked strained, and she was frightened he might panic if he knew that Goosefeather had wandered off.” “Go and ask Goosefeather to give you raspberry leaves.” Bluefur’s belly tightened. “I need moss soaked with water, and herbs,” he mewed. “Is she okay?” Featherwhisker didn’t answer. His eyes glittered with tension, and his pelt was sticking up along his flanks.
“I don’t think he noticed us.” The nursery brambles shivered as Featherwhisker squeezed out. “What in the name of StarClan was he doing up there?” “Staring at the sky when we passed, muttering about clouds,” Stormtail meowed.
“He was at the top of the ravine when we came down.” Dappletail blinked. “How long has she been at it?” “Most of the afternoon.” “Is Goosefeather with her?” “No, Featherwhisker is.” “Where’s Goosefeather?” Dappletail demanded. “Leopardfoot’s kitting,” Bluefur told her.
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