((Everthing comes naturally~))

Orangescorch sighed to himself and sat down comfortably at the entrance again, wrapping his tail neatly around his huge paws.

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Gladestar growled quietly, "Surround them, in case the warrior runs, but stay unseen. I will confront them," she said.

 Ashflight nodded and quietly made a wide loop around the warrior and the kit, straying behind them, her back to the Crimsonclan border.

Gladestar made sure her warriors were in place before stepping out with raised hackles. She hissed at the other warrior, and her fluff made her look large.

Wiretail lowered herself to the ground as the cat emerged, regretting coming here with all of her being. She was silent.

"Why are you here?" Gladestar growled, her ears flat and challenging.

"I-I fled from Crimsonclan," Wiretail stuttered, "This kit is sick, and our medicine cat has made a point to leave us."

Gladestar examined Wiretail from head to toe, and then motioned with her tail for her cats to come out of hiding.

"My name is Wiretail, and this is Yellowp-- Yellowkit," Wiretail meowed, flattening herself even further as she realised she was surrounded by strong, healthy warriors.

"Take her back to camp, Darkleaf can help her. See if oldstream will accept her. i know she has a lot of kits, but still. This 'Yellowkit' is pretty young," Gladestar said, "And as for you..." she growled, turning back to the warrior and unsheathing her claws.

"Gladestar," Ashflight meowed, "You aren't going to kill her!"

"Your clan was nearly responsible for the death of one of our kits," Gladestar growled, circling Wiretail.

"And your clan was responsible for the death of my mate," Wiretail yelled, nearly wailing in fear.

"Gladestar, a warrior doesn't need to kill to win her battles!" Ashflight yowled. Gladestar's fur smoothed slightly, and there was a long silence as the leader contemplated what to do with the warrior.

"You will be a prisoner then," Gladestar growled, "You will stay well away from the kits of our clan, and you will tell us all you know of your former clan. One wrong move, though," Gladestar licked between her claws for emphasis, "We won't hesitate to permenantly drive you out."

Wiretail's ears flattened. It was already better than Crimsonclan. "Yes, Gladestar," she whispered. She felt like she was about to faint. 

"Oh dear," Darkleaf said, coming out of the medicine den and sniffing the kit. "Wingpaw, get the catmint from storage, if you please, this one is very young," he said, sniffing her again, and then reeling back. "And she's got fleas. She's not Goldstream's, get some mouse bile too."

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"Is that supposed to be comforting?" Wirepelt meowed, a little shaken as Gladestar led he patrol back to camp sluggishly. 

Darkleaf murmered a quick thanks and then set to work on curing the kit, first rubbing the mouse bile into her fur, and then gently washing her off with a ball of wet moss. When that was finished, Darkleaf took comfort in knowing that the kit had no fleas anymore to speak of, and would no longer loose blood to the parasites. He put the catmint in front of the kits nose to see if she would take it dry.

((You forgot to reply to Wirepelt!)) 

Wiretail flicked her tail indignantly. -fail-

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Darkleaf frowned and waited a moment before chewing them for the kit, putting it on her pried open mouth impatiently. "Feel better," Darkleaf ordered, carrying the kit to one of the medicine nests. 

"She smells like mouse bile!" Foxkit hissed, reeling back in disgust, her tail lashing.

"Do you think she's a Crimsonclan kit? And we stole her?" Wolfkit meowed wonderously, "I wonder if she knows anything about them.

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Darkleaf cracked one eye drowsily open, seeing the four kits around Yellowkit's nest. "Are you four sick?" he asked drowsily, his tail twicthing in tired amusement. Obviously, none of them were sick, or they would have gone straight to him. "I hope you're not here without permission."

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"Of course, we're almost there," Gladestar meowed.

"I'm Wiretail (not Wirepelt. :P)," Wiretail answered. ((Silly me changing her name every post! D:)) 

((:P))

Gladestar paused at the edge of camp, nodding in greet at newly named Orangescorch sitting vigil. She leaped up to the great rock at the head of camp, and then hesitated. All of the cats would be sleeping, she figured. She yawned herself. it could wait for morning. "Cricketcomet, would you escot Wiretail to the medicine den to care for her fleas? We wouldn't want the whole camp to catch it."

Wiretail's ears twitched in embarassement, and she scratched her neck to emphasize Gladestar's point. 

"Oh dear, fleas again?" Darkleaf said in agitation, "I only just put away the mouse bile! Wingpaw, could you handle this one? i should check on Goldstream's kits and make sure they got back to the nursery alright."