![]() ![]() ![]() I wish I could protect you all, she mewed, her voice shaking and filled with guilt. ![]() One of the other cats bent over her and gave her ears a gentle lick.Īlderheart almost thought that the tabby had died, but a moment later she roused again. But I don’t know where you would find them here. Wearily, the silver tabby shook her head. Is there anything we can do for you? one of the other cats asked her. All he could do was watch as one of the tabby’s companions dipped a scrap of moss into the pool and held it to her mouth so that she could drink. īut in his vision he was helpless, with no way to communicate with these cats or find the herbs for them. Chervil or marigold for the infection, some borage leaves to bring down her fever a little. I wish I could help this cat, Alderheart thought. Once again he felt that odd sense of familiarity, as though he really ought to recognize her. The tabby was very thin, her pelt dull and almost colorless her breathing was shallow, and her eyes looked glassy with fever. The flesh around it was swollen, and pus oozed from the wound. I must be having a vision! Are these the cats of Sk圜lan? But I don’t really recognize any of them. . .Įager to know what his vision had to tell him, Alderheart drew closer to the clump of bushes, noticing that his paw steps did not even bend the grass blades beneath them.Īs he padded forward, Alderheart could see that the silver-gray tabby had a long gash down her flank. A spark of excitement fizzled through Alderheart. His voice trailed off as none of the cats reacted to his approach-it was as if they could neither see him nor hear him. Greetings! he called out as he drew nearer to the group of cats. Hesitantly, Alderheart began padding down the slope into the center of the hollow. Alderheart thought he had seen her somewhere before, but the other cats were all strangers to him. A small, silver-gray tabby she-cat lay stretched out in their midst. Straggling bushes surrounded it, and when Alderheart looked more closely he spotted a group of cats huddled in the shelter of the branches. In the bottom of the hollow was a small pool, the surface glittering in the sunlight. He couldn’t remember ever having visited this hollow before, and a pang of apprehension seized him as he wondered if he had managed to wander away from ThunderClan territory without realizing it. Blinking in the dazzling rays, he glanced around and tried to work out where he was. The sun edged its way above the horizon, casting a flood of golden light over the grassy hollow where Alderheart stood. ![]()
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