"What do you mean Darkstar?" Mothstar asked. "My deputy, Featherheart, has also fallen ill, his throat is itchy, his breath is hot with fever and his vision is blurry. Spottedpelt has done all she can but she fears his death." Darkstar replied. "You could have brought your sickness to us all!" The ginger she-cat spat. "Are you stupid Goldenstar? I came for help not to infect you all!" Darkstar hissed. "I have checked each cat before they could leave, everyone is safe." Spottedpelt calmly replied from below the rock where she sat with the other medicine cats. - To be Continued -
