((A deer got found, it was either killed by a wolf (bad news for us) or hit by a monster (more bad news, but more with the current plotline) xD))

Shadowpelt had a flash of memory. "Lets flip it."

OoC: I missed a lot, but I am now graduated! So no more school...until college. But I will post tomorrow, I haven't slept in over two days. o3o Adios.

Crimsonfang flinched. "I-I'm sorry...I'll never bother you again..." Backing put he turned around with nothing but a broken heart.

Fireeyes looked at her strangely "Flip it?" 

Fireeyes helped her flip the deer over and looked at it. 

 Crimsonfang moped about knowing he blew his chance at her love. "Why am I such an idiot?"

 Lostfoot padded up to Rainfeather "Are you alright?" the once Caveclan medicine cat looked worried at the warrior. Then he lightly prodded her stomach. Hissing under his breath he narrowed his eyes to slits. "Don't worry I'll be right back." quickly he went to get the right herbs for her stomach ache. This isn't good. Stomach ache like that. I hope Fernseed won't mind me doing this. Padding over to Rainfeather he chewed up the leaves and gave them to her. "Eat them. They'll help." 

Having dropped Ravenblaze, Duskfire, Birdfire, and Ashfoot in the center of the clearing, Fernseed padded silently to her den. Padding in on Lostfoot and Rainfeather, she paused at the viciously mewed order from Rainfeather. “Lostfoot,” she mewed quietly, “If a she-cat has a belly ache never give them Tansy. Even if they are not expecting, it is just safer that way.” Her pale blue eyes were clouded with pain, inner pain, but she went into the herd den and grabbed a mouthful of water-mint. I hope that Rainfeather isn’t expecting kits, but if she is; better safe than sorry. Trotting over to the white and black spotted she-cat she asked, “Are the aches in the upper of lower part of your belly?” Fernseed also remembered her gentle Mistsoul mewing, ‘Pressing on the belly hurts. I remember when I was a kit and I had a tummy ache, and I spat all over you when you pressed on it. So be nice and ask where it hurts.’ A soft look filled Fernseed’s face. She had always asked ever since that day. Oh, Mistsoul, you should have stayed.

Stiffening, Swiftdarkness looked from Eaglestar to his mate in anguish. “No, StarClan!” he growled angrily. “Why did you take those young warriors?”

Meanwhile, Patchpelt searched for prey. He starving belly yowled like a warrior in battle. I’m so hungry. How am I to travel like this? Her patched head hung low as she crept forward. Scenting a vole that had slipped out of its den, to get seeds most likely, her ears perked into attention. “Please,” she whispered quietly. Catching sight of it, she bunched her muscles, and honed in on the little scrap of meat. Pouncing, Patchpelt knew mid-jump that her prey was going to escape. And escape it did, scampering off into a bush. Patchpelt had jumped off of a stick, which had been hidden under the snow. With a hiss of distaste, she continued her search into the afternoon. When the sun started to set, and all she had for the fresh-kill pile was a scrawny mouse, Patchpelt knew that her group had to leave that night. Even if the gathering is in two sunsets.

Lostfoot looked to his paw. "I'm sorry Fernseed. My skills have become werak. I tried to help the best I could. But I'm afraid this knowledge is leaving me."

 Fireeyes nodded.

((FAIL.))

(( xDD Fireeyes should go and get help. Shadowpelt: :O OMG go get sum help!!1! Fireeyes: o3o... *nod* Shadow: :S Um... go. Fire: ... *nod*))

Shadowpelt began slicing off a leg. Once she got the meat, she staggered to camp, tripping multiple times and trying not to let the deer drag. At the pile, she ignored stares and plopped down the leg before running off to get more.