Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Beetlewing followed quick after Sagepaw, flicking his bushy tail over the back of his still young apprentice. So much blood, so early for her. To his, the crimson liquid was no distant memory, and it had followed him since his the death of his brother, the death of his mentor, the fight between RiverClan and WindClan. The bloody, broken jaw of Smokepelt still hung limply, as if smirking' to remind him of what he couldn't do as a simple apprentice. Sighing, he shot Squirellsong a stiff glare. "She's just an apprentice, quit acting like that." he meowed and took charge of guiding Shadepaw away from the cluster of cats forming around her.

"Sagepaw, fetch your brother and go gather celandine. Off ThunderClan territory. If anyone comments, tell them I sent you, and all the blame falls on me. It's a small price to pay for Shadepaw's vision." he instructed his apprentice, conscious of the danger he was putting her in. For now, he had to take the wounded cat to his den. He helped her settle in a vacant nest besides the small pool of rainwater where he drank from. "Clean your face in this." he meowed as he gently guided her muzzle with his tail.

"Yes, Beetlewing." She mumbled and nodded quickly. The prospect of going off with her brother, and for a medicine duty of all things, sounded less than appealing. But Shadepaw needed them. The she-cat was instantly on her paws and racing over to the apprentice's den. Sagepaw had seen Slatepaw return from hunting not too long ago. It would be her first time in Thunderclan territory. The prospect caused a split second of hesitation, but desire to save her fellow apprentice fueled her and she ran away.