~Someone help me...~ ((Feather!))

[~Ravenpaw~]

Hollypaw's stomach lurched as she felt lost in her nightmare. She was playing with Razzle, Frix, Mona, Twizzie and Hunter, her brothers and sister's they were all so happy. Snow their mother licked their heads gently as they played, Holly was the smallest back then. She was also the weakest and she got sick easily, she still did to this day. Holly laughed sheepishly dropping low and jumping on Mona who let out a scared eep. They kits giggled as they played about. Suddenly everything swirled, Holly felt dizzy and almost passed out until a bright orange like flame burst into the den destroying everything. It was a fox, the kits and her mother yowled in fear, they ran away, but Holly got separeted and ended up wandering away, she soon found her way to the thunderpath and was completely lost for the longest time, she spent three days hiding in a bush unable to come out because she was both sickly and to frightened to move.

Soon a tiger coloured she-cat found her, she gave her herbs and they became quick friends, the she-cats name was Wildsong and she had been the Fireclan Medicine cat, and told Hollypaw all sorts of stories from the clans. Wildsong had nursed Hollypaw back to health in days sneaking away from camps and giving her herbs she taught her a bit about the herbs she was using. After a few days Hollypaw was playing on the thunderpath trying to catch a squrriel that had come from the other side and was very good at mocking Hollypaw. She dove after it she missed and screamed as she saw a Monster for the first time she froze with fear as it neared closer to her, the squirrel ran away completely forgotten and suddenly she was pushed out of the way. Hollypaw had been dazed at first, it took her a moment to reaslize what had happened, she dared to look back and say her friend, Wildsong, laying on the road mangled, Hollypaw mourned sadly as Wildsong had died the second she was hit, Hollypaw became gravely upset believe it was her fault that Wildsong was dead, she buried her friend and sat on the opposite side unable to even look at the grave she made. She sat for another few days and soon passed out from hunger she wanted to die for what she had done.

Hollypaw woke up screaming in her sleep, she felt dizzy and sick almost instantly. She coughed quietly, folding back her ears she got up trying to get out of the den in pain. She cried sadly to afraid of everything, the words it's her fault she's dead, ringing in her ears like a cold whisper of death. She shook her head and almost passed out. She couldn't get out of camp, not like this... She wandered to the Medicine cat's den. "F-F-Fernheart?" she called out weakly.

[F E A T H E R]

Fernheart sighed as she pressed the marigold into a small pile near the back of her den. Even though it was only Green-leaf the ginger colored she-cat was already worried about leaf-bare. She always ran out of the most needed herbs in the cold weather. She needed to be more prepared this time.

Fernheart closed her swampy green eyes and arched her back, groaning as her muscles tensed and bones popped. Then she released and her muscles relaxed again but still ached from all the work she had done today. Her stores were full again and she was almost stocked up on everything. Soon she would begin to prepare the leaf-bare stores. Stocking up on herbs that could last throughout the winter, and checking on the source of the herbs to make sure the plants were in good condition.

Fernheart couldn't help but purr when she noticed that an apprentice had cleaned her sleeping area and gotten her some new bedding. She should sleep well tonight.

The she-cat rested her head on her paws and perked her ears for signs of life in the clan. All was silent, the only thing to be heard were the soft snores of her clanmates throughout MistClan's camp.

Fernheart felt her eyes droop and she drifted in and out of sleep for a while. She was about to drop into a deeper sleep when she heard a scream pierce through the silence. She jumped up, all signs of sleep gone. What had caused that?

Fernheart padded from the back of her den towards the entrance, ignoring the fact she had just dirtied her snow white paw by stepping into a muddy puddle. She squinted her eyes through the darkness and blinked when a small cat entered her den. It was the apprentice Hollypaw.

Fernheart padded calmly towards the she-cat. "I'm here Hollypaw." She mewed in her soothing voice. It was the one she used around hurt or frightened cats. "What happened?"

[~Ravenpaw~]

Hollypaw shivered quietly, shaking in utter fear, "It's all your fault" Hollypaw shook her head, 'I'm sorry' she thought in her mind. "She's dead... because of you" Hollypaw cried sadly, 'I didn't mean to" she thought. Her stunning green orbs filled with utter fear and sorrow, the twisted pools of hurt and pain. She was frightened, that much was clear. She sniffed a bit and jumped yelping when she heard Fernheart's voice. "I-I-I um.." She trailed off sheepishly, feeling faint, she laid down on the ground panting lightly. "I-I had a b-bad d-d-d-dream" She said crying as she did. She shook her head, it was all her fault.

[F E A T H E R]

Fernheart watched with sad, sorrowful eyes as the apprentice shook and lay down before her. The ginger she-cat stooped down and licked the white and gray she-cat gently on the head, attempting to sooth the young cat.

"It's okay, It'll pass." She mewed, continuing her licks. Fernheart padded quickly away and to the back of her stores. She walked straight to what she needed, having only recently organized this pile, and grabbed the Chamomile. She came back to the she-cat and placed the herbs in front of her. "Here," She mewed, licking the cat's head again. "Take these, they will calm you."

Fernheart took chamomile on the rare occasion that she was shook up by a coughing fit and in need of relaxation. Lately her... disease, had calmed enough that she only coughed once a day, sometimes even less than that on good days.

The ginger cat turned her head to her supply of herbs. The largest piles included poppy seeds, juniper berries, and tansy. She needed a good supply to avoid people wondering why they were out. Taking these twice a day dwindled her supplies greatly.

Fernheart wondered for the thousandth time why she had gotten this horrible disease. She knew no other cat with it, no other cats had lifetime sicknesses that they had to fight. Why was fate so cruel?

[~Ravenpaw~]

Hollypaw was still scared, the voice lingered in her head, she sighed a bit, and nodded, "O-Okay" She said sheepishly, eating the herbs. She started to calm, the guilt lessened from her body, mind and soul, but still it lingered forever in her mind. It was her fault, Wildsong was dead because of her and there was nothing she could so about it. She looked at Fernheart, "T-T-T-T-Thank you v-very much" She said to her. She looked down, "I-I'm sorry, I d-d-didn't mean to b-bother you if I d-did" She said.