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Authors: Erin Hunter
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the thorn in my bedding,” Lionkit put in hastily.
“I’ve brought some dock leaves for Lionkit’s scratch,”
Hollykit explained to Ferncloud. “Sorry I didn’t ask first, but I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You should have waited until I was awake and asked permission. But I suppose you were only thinking of your littermate, and I can’t disapprove of that.” Ferncloud sighed.
“Though StarClan knows how thorns got into the nursery in the first place!” She glanced at her two kits wriggling at her belly. “You must be careful not to carry anything in on your pelts when there are small kits in the nursery.”
“We’ll be extra careful in the future,” Hollykit promised.
She hurried over to Lionkit with the leaves. “Did you get all the thorns out?” she whispered.
“All except one behind my ear,” Lionkit whispered back.
Hollykit licked the back of Lionkit’s ear and felt the thorn.
Gripping it with her teeth she tugged it out.
“I put the rest under the brambles at the edge of the den.”
He flicked his tail to the den wall near his nest. Hollykit went and spat out the thorn with the others.
“We can reach under from outside and drag them out later,” she mewed. “Now, where are the worst scratches?” She began to chew up a dock leaf while Lionkit twisted and pointed with his nose to a sore spot on his flank.
The dock leaf tasted foul. “Yuck!” Hollykit screwed up her nose as she chewed. She leaned down and licked the juice into Lionkit’s scratch, just as Leafpool had shown her. As she dragged her tongue firmly across the wound, Lionkit flinched and let out a squeak of pain.
Hollykit leaped back in alarm.
“Are you two fighting?” Ferncloud asked, not looking up from her kits.
“No,” Lionkit meowed. “The dock juice hurts; that’s all.”
Hollykit felt her tail tremble. She couldn’t do this! Seeing Lionkit’s pain made her feel queasy. But she couldn’t let any of his scratches get infected, and if she was going to become a medicine cat, she would have to get used to treating patients.
She chewed another horrible-tasting leaf and set to work licking the juice into another scratch. Lionkit only winced this time, but it was enough to send Hollykit leaping away again.
“Sorry!” she squeaked. Then she remembered Leafpool’s advice. It may sting, but it will save a lot more pain later if you do it properly. Focusing on Leafpool’s words, she carried on, forcing herself to ignore Lionkit’s squeaks of pain and the sickening taste of the dock.
“That feels much better,” Lionkit breathed as she tended to his last wound. Hollykit sat back with relief.
Ferncloud looked up. “Why don’t you two go to the fresh-kill pile and have something to eat? Daisy’s in the clearing.
I’m sure she’ll keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t get into any mischief.”
Happy to be able to leave the nursery without breaking any rules, Hollykit hurried out into the clearing, Lionkit on her heels. But the taste of dock had ruined her appetite, and she followed Lionkit to the fresh-kill pile without enthusiasm.
Mousepaw, Hazelpaw, and Berrypaw still sat in the flattened grass patch in front of their den. Mousepaw could hardly keep still. “Brambleclaw told me that our assessment would begin after sunhigh,” he mewed excitedly.
Hollykit pricked her ears. Daisy’s kits had been training for nearly four moons. It wouldn’t be long before they would be made warriors.
“Who’s assessing us?” Berrypaw asked anxiously.
“Brambleclaw wouldn’t tell me,” Mousepaw replied.
“Do you think it’ll be Firestar himself?” Hazelpaw’s tail twitched with excitement.
“Don’t say that!” Berrypaw breathed. “I won’t remember any of my training if I think he’s watching!”
“Can we hunt together?” Hazelpaw asked.
“Spiderleg said it was up to us,” Mousepaw reported.
Ashfur and Whitewing were sharing tongues nearby.
Ashfur’s whiskers twitched with
“I’ve brought some dock leaves for Lionkit’s scratch,”
Hollykit explained to Ferncloud. “Sorry I didn’t ask first, but I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You should have waited until I was awake and asked permission. But I suppose you were only thinking of your littermate, and I can’t disapprove of that.” Ferncloud sighed.
“Though StarClan knows how thorns got into the nursery in the first place!” She glanced at her two kits wriggling at her belly. “You must be careful not to carry anything in on your pelts when there are small kits in the nursery.”
“We’ll be extra careful in the future,” Hollykit promised.
She hurried over to Lionkit with the leaves. “Did you get all the thorns out?” she whispered.
“All except one behind my ear,” Lionkit whispered back.
Hollykit licked the back of Lionkit’s ear and felt the thorn.
Gripping it with her teeth she tugged it out.
“I put the rest under the brambles at the edge of the den.”
He flicked his tail to the den wall near his nest. Hollykit went and spat out the thorn with the others.
“We can reach under from outside and drag them out later,” she mewed. “Now, where are the worst scratches?” She began to chew up a dock leaf while Lionkit twisted and pointed with his nose to a sore spot on his flank.
The dock leaf tasted foul. “Yuck!” Hollykit screwed up her nose as she chewed. She leaned down and licked the juice into Lionkit’s scratch, just as Leafpool had shown her. As she dragged her tongue firmly across the wound, Lionkit flinched and let out a squeak of pain.
Hollykit leaped back in alarm.
“Are you two fighting?” Ferncloud asked, not looking up from her kits.
“No,” Lionkit meowed. “The dock juice hurts; that’s all.”
Hollykit felt her tail tremble. She couldn’t do this! Seeing Lionkit’s pain made her feel queasy. But she couldn’t let any of his scratches get infected, and if she was going to become a medicine cat, she would have to get used to treating patients.
She chewed another horrible-tasting leaf and set to work licking the juice into another scratch. Lionkit only winced this time, but it was enough to send Hollykit leaping away again.
“Sorry!” she squeaked. Then she remembered Leafpool’s advice. It may sting, but it will save a lot more pain later if you do it properly. Focusing on Leafpool’s words, she carried on, forcing herself to ignore Lionkit’s squeaks of pain and the sickening taste of the dock.
“That feels much better,” Lionkit breathed as she tended to his last wound. Hollykit sat back with relief.
Ferncloud looked up. “Why don’t you two go to the fresh-kill pile and have something to eat? Daisy’s in the clearing.
I’m sure she’ll keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t get into any mischief.”
Happy to be able to leave the nursery without breaking any rules, Hollykit hurried out into the clearing, Lionkit on her heels. But the taste of dock had ruined her appetite, and she followed Lionkit to the fresh-kill pile without enthusiasm.
Mousepaw, Hazelpaw, and Berrypaw still sat in the flattened grass patch in front of their den. Mousepaw could hardly keep still. “Brambleclaw told me that our assessment would begin after sunhigh,” he mewed excitedly.
Hollykit pricked her ears. Daisy’s kits had been training for nearly four moons. It wouldn’t be long before they would be made warriors.
“Who’s assessing us?” Berrypaw asked anxiously.
“Brambleclaw wouldn’t tell me,” Mousepaw replied.
“Do you think it’ll be Firestar himself?” Hazelpaw’s tail twitched with excitement.
“Don’t say that!” Berrypaw breathed. “I won’t remember any of my training if I think he’s watching!”
“Can we hunt together?” Hazelpaw asked.
“Spiderleg said it was up to us,” Mousepaw reported.
Ashfur and Whitewing were sharing tongues nearby.
Ashfur’s whiskers twitched with
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