Madness Spreads Like Disease

Ghosthaze sighed. She walked with him. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" he asked as they crossed the bridge.

"Making you have to help me." Ghosthaze told him.

"It's fine. It's no burden to help cats in need." he dismissed quickly.

Ghosthaze sighed and nodded. She let her weight shift off him a bit though.

He cast a glance at her and sighed. The camp was coming closer.

Ghosthaze was happy the camp was coming up. She felt extremely tired.

They pushed through the reeds blocking the camp entrance.
"You need to see Hawkpath." he said quietly. He decided not to mention the herb guessing game.

"I'm alright." Ghosthaze told him. "I just gotta get some rest."

Limestone was at the side of camp, and was the first to see them walk in. suddenly, he saw her stomach wound. "Oh no.." he breathed, racing over. He licked her cheek, green eyes worried. "Ghosthaze! Are you okay!? Are the kits okay!?" he asked in a flurry of fast paced questions.

Ghosthaze nodded. "I'm fine. They are fine." she told him sleepily. "I'm just a little tired from all the excitement." she yawned.

Limestone looked worried, and turned to Sleepyyawn with a growl rising from his throat. "What happened? Did you do this!?" he demanded to the Riverclan deputy.

Ebonyroot shoved her way though the gathering crowd They're invisible though, so only Eb can see them and approached the three, "We can point our claws later, you need to get into my.. er- Hawkpath's den to treat that..." She felt a little awkward telling her to do so as she scanned the deputy's belly.

Ghosthaze sighed. "Yes Ebonyroot." she moved to get to Hawkpath's den, stumbling like she was on drugs.

Ebonyroot blinked slowly as she swept herself into the den behind Ghosthaze, leaving the two toms to themselves, before shuffling through the brown tabby's stocks for find some marigold and cobwebs. She came back to find it already hastily treated, some things she had never even paid mind too before. "What the- ?" She gave Ghosthaze a strange look before undoing the webs and cleaning the wound carefully. Well, he got one of them right, at least. "What happened to you? A rouge?" she mused.