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"EEP! Me next, me next!" Squealed the voice of a happy kit, and Frozenfire hoisted Beekit up onto her back.
"Hold on tight," she warned over the little tabby's purrs, and started spinning around slowly.
Frozenfire was playing with Lightpool's kits along with Fawnheart's in the nursery. She remembered a time when she couldn't wait to get away from the cramped, milk-scented den, but now she loved it. Kits didn't have to worry about strange voices uttering prophecies or the strange sickness that had begun to take over the clans.
Beachclan had suffered most so far, since they were the first to get the disease. Ashstar was dead along with several kits and a few apprentices, and Redfawn's mentor, Scentfur.
Foxfur was still there, desperately trying to help Redfawn find a cure, but so far there had been no luck and the other clans had begun to show symptoms. Cloudeyes was ill, and Heartsong needed all the help she could get, so Frozenfire had been dividing up her time between the medicine cat den and the nursery.
Fawnheart started coughing violently.
For a moment all was silent, then Frozenfire could hear her heart pounding over the noise of Fawnheart's uncontrollable hacking. Frozenfire got up and led the queen towards the medicine cat den.
"No!" The queen tried to wail, but her voice was a hoarse whisper. "My kits!"
"They'll be fine," Frozenfire assured her as they padded into the medicine cat den.
"Not another one," groaned Heartsong as Frozenfire made a nest for Fawnheart.
"I'm afraid so," she meowed. "Are any of them better?"
"Worse," meowed the medicine cat, shaking her head slowly. "Cloudeyes is on his way to starclan, Blossomfur and Snowstorm are sick now, and Icedrop's beginning to show symptoms. What's worse is she's pregnant, too!"
Frozenfire laid her tail on the medicine cat's shoulders comfortingly, but she knew that ultimately, she could do nothing. Instead she walked outside to fetch a piece of fresh kill for her.
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There had been no prey left on the pile, for the cats were too worried about the disease to hunt. Frozenfire was seated in front of the river, her ears pricked and forepaws raised. There was a flicker of a shadow, and she scooped up a fish in her paws.
"Frozenfire! Help me!"
Frozenfire looked curiously down at the fish. She highly doubted it had spoken, but now that she had voices in her head, she'd believe nearly anything. The fish was dead in her claws. It had not uttered a word.
She looked up to see a familiar tabby pelt.
"Lightpool! I thought I told you-"
"Frozenfire!" The Dewclan medicine cat looked panicked. "Forestclan and Darkclan attacked Beachclan! We came to help, but we're weak from sickness. We're losing, Frozenfire!"
Frozenfire looked at the ground in front of her, thinking. She had to do something!"
Then she was running, her paws fueled by the flame of the forest.
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"Heartsong! Where's Dreamstar? He's not in his den!"
The medicine cat looked up at her, her green eyes sad.
"He's ill, Frozenfire. He lost a life when you were out hunting, and the sickness still has not left him." Frozenfire's head began to spin. Dreamstar was sick? He had died? Was he going to die again?
She shook her head hard, thinking. They had to help out Beachclan and Dewclan. No cat could remember the last time the forest's two most innocent clans had caused trouble, she she hadn't a clue why they were attacked, but she had to fix it. It was her destiny.
She spotted Fogstorm out of the corner of her eye. He was feeding something to Fawnheart until he looked up at Frozenfire.
"What?" he asked. "You didn't know I used to be a medicine cat, did you?"
Frozenfire's jaw dropped, not in amazement, but in frustration. Cats are dying, and he's talking his life's story?
Frozenfire knew it was dangerous to make a life or death desicion without the leader or deputy, but they were ill. She had no other choice.
"Fogstorm! Whitekit has a bad cut from a thorn! You have to come quickly!"
Both Fogstorm and Heartsong looked up in surprise, then the medicine cat stepped forward.
"I'll go," she meowed.
"NO! Fogstorm has to go!"
Both cats stared at her again, and Frozenfire realized she had lost her temper.
"Why?" asked the medicine cat, her green eyes narrowed.
Frozenfire and Fogstorm were already halfway out the door, but Frozenfire knew she needed an excuse.
"Because Whitekit hates you, Heartsong!"

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"EEP! Me next, me next!" Squealed the voice of a happy kit, and Frozenfire hoisted Beekit up onto her back.
"Hold on tight," she warned over the little tabby's purrs, and started spinning around slowly.
Frozenfire was playing with Lightpool's kits along with Fawnheart's in the nursery. She remembered a time when she couldn't wait to get away from the cramped, milk-scented den, but now she loved it. Kits didn't have to worry about strange voices uttering prophecies or the strange sickness that had begun to take over the clans.
Beachclan had suffered most so far, since they were the first to get the disease. Ashstar was dead along with several kits and a few apprentices, and Redfawn's mentor, Scentfur.
Foxfur was still there, desperately trying to help Redfawn find a cure, but so far there had been no luck and the other clans had begun to show symptoms. Cloudeyes was ill, and Heartsong needed all the help she could get, so Frozenfire had been dividing up her time between the medicine cat den and the nursery.
Fawnheart started coughing violently.
For a moment all was silent, then Frozenfire could hear her heart pounding over the noise of Fawnheart's uncontrollable hacking. Frozenfire got up and led the queen towards the medicine cat den.
"No!" The queen tried to wail, but her voice was a hoarse whisper. "My kits!"
"They'll be fine," Frozenfire assured her as they padded into the medicine cat den.
"Not another one," groaned Heartsong as Frozenfire made a nest for Fawnheart.
"I'm afraid so," she meowed. "Are any of them better?"
"Worse," meowed the medicine cat, shaking her head slowly. "Cloudeyes is on his way to starclan, Blossomfur and Snowstorm are sick now, and Icedrop's beginning to show symptoms. What's worse is she's pregnant, too!"
Frozenfire laid her tail on the medicine cat's shoulders comfortingly, but she knew that ultimately, she could do nothing. Instead she walked outside to fetch a piece of fresh kill for her.
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There had been no prey left on the pile, for the cats were too worried about the disease to hunt. Frozenfire was seated in front of the river, her ears pricked and forepaws raised. There was a flicker of a shadow, and she scooped up a fish in her paws.
"Frozenfire! Help me!"
Frozenfire looked curiously down at the fish. She highly doubted it had spoken, but now that she had voices in her head, she'd believe nearly anything. The fish was dead in her claws. It had not uttered a word.
She looked up to see a familiar tabby pelt.
"Lightpool! I thought I told you-"
"Frozenfire!" The Dewclan medicine cat looked panicked. "Forestclan and Darkclan attacked Beachclan! We came to help, but we're weak from sickness. We're losing, Frozenfire!"
Frozenfire looked at the ground in front of her, thinking. She had to do something!"
Then she was running, her paws fueled by the flame of the forest.
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"Heartsong! Where's Dreamstar? He's not in his den!"
The medicine cat looked up at her, her green eyes sad.
"He's ill, Frozenfire. He lost a life when you were out hunting, and the sickness still has not left him." Frozenfire's head began to spin. Dreamstar was sick? He had died? Was he going to die again?
She shook her head hard, thinking. They had to help out Beachclan and Dewclan. No cat could remember the last time the forest's two most innocent clans had caused trouble, she she hadn't a clue why they were attacked, but she had to fix it. It was her destiny.
She spotted Fogstorm out of the corner of her eye. He was feeding something to Fawnheart until he looked up at Frozenfire.
"What?" he asked. "You didn't know I used to be a medicine cat, did you?"
Frozenfire's jaw dropped, not in amazement, but in frustration. Cats are dying, and he's talking his life's story?
Frozenfire knew it was dangerous to make a life or death desicion without the leader or deputy, but they were ill. She had no other choice.
"Fogstorm! Whitekit has a bad cut from a thorn! You have to come quickly!"
Both Fogstorm and Heartsong looked up in surprise, then the medicine cat stepped forward.
"I'll go," she meowed.
"NO! Fogstorm has to go!"
Both cats stared at her again, and Frozenfire realized she had lost her temper.
"Why?" asked the medicine cat, her green eyes narrowed.
Frozenfire and Fogstorm were already halfway out the door, but Frozenfire knew she needed an excuse.
"Because Whitekit hates you, Heartsong!"