Oliveheart laid on the floor of the den, a heap of fur. Her breathing came in heaving pants, and pain tore at through her body faster than a monster on a thunderpath. Peltedstar stood, fur bristling, watching Oliveheart with hating eyes. Blazestripe darted over to Oliveheart, panic dancing on her face. "Starclan's honor, are you ok?!" Oliveheart only inhaled sharply instead, as if she wanted to speak but the throb of hurt stole her words away. Hearing the distress, Sootface, the tom who fathered four rouge kits with Creamnose before they all joined, came in and stared around, bewildered. Then, he and Blazestripe flanked Oliveheart and carried her away.
