Deepshadow trembled with panic, waiting for something, anything, to happen. The rolling flicks of fire danced as if they were celebrating the fear of the cats who looked on. Every cat huddled together in a mutual fear, when suddenly, the twoleg nest's roof collapsed. Midnightrain broke down, sobbing, and fell to the floor. Willowwood stepped towards her and laid by her side, comforting her with gentle licks. Deepshadow turned his head and looked away from both scenes; the fire and his sister's grief. It pained him to hear her guttural wails and think that his sister, Amberwing, was gone. 'Starclan give me strength,' he thought. The fire roared and flashed, crumbling the remains of the twoleg nest. Just as Deepshadow felt like he would collapse, he saw the same pale orange figure from before dashing towards them, carrying a black ball of fur on their back. As the figure got closer, Deepshadow realized exactly who it was; Eagleheart, carrying an unconscious Amberwing on his back. The cats cheered once they saw too, and everyone ran up to them excitedly. "How did you find us?" Eagleheart didn't answer; he just gently shook Amberwing off and nodded at Deepshadow. "What herbs will we need? I can find them if you tell me what they look like."
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