Sheentail crouched low, stalking the shrew. Not Dawnbridge's favorite, but it would help her milk come.
The shrew twitched. Sheentail wiggled her haunches, ready to pounce.
She leaped and her paw slammed down onto the shrew. She bent down to give it a killing bite.
It stopped struggling and Sheentail lifted her nose to the sky. Thank you so much, StarClan.
Sheentail opened her mouth to scent another piece of prey when a huge ball of fluff burst out of the ground cover noisily.
Sheentail hissed and arched her back, claws unsheathed.
The fur along her spine fell flat when she realized it was just Lavenderfur.
"Lavenderfur," she growled. "Anyone would think you wanted to scare away all the prey in the forest! I was stalking prey! Do you even know how to sneak up on something?"
"I snuck up on you," Lavendefur responded nasally.
Sheentail snorted. "Well, what do you need?"
Lavenderfur straightened up. "I just visited SkyClan, and Doubletoe told me that she fed her nursing queens borage in Leaf-bare to keep their milk flowing."
Sheentail dipped her head. "I'll collect some," she promised.
Lavenderfur jumped over the ivy.
Sheentail picked up the leaf of borage Lavenderfur had left for her. She sniffed it.
Everyone in the Clan knew that she could match any scent with another. Lavenderfur had almost convinced her to be a medicine cat this way.
Sheentail caught the scent in the air.
Her nose twitched and her legs brought her closer to the scent.
There it was! A borage patch.
Sheentail started gathering. There wasn't a lot of leaves, but it would do.
Sheentail finished collecting and bounded back to camp.
Dawnbridge was pacing feverishly in the clearing, sneezing as snowflakes caught in her throat.
Sheentail pushed into the gorse barrier.
Dawnbridge's face lit up as she saw Sheentail, then fell when she realized she was holding leaves, not prey.
"Will these help?" She meowed dubiously, inspecting them thoroughly.
Sheentail nodded and tried not to look at Dawnbridge's kits, huddled next to Crevciefoot on the edge of the nursery and the snow.
Dawnbridge sat down with a humph.
Sheentail curled her tail onto her back. "I left a shrew out there. I'll get it for you before a fox steals it."
Dawnbridge shook her head violently. "You already went out in the freezing cold for long enough today," she said, stroking the fur along her spine motherly.
Sheentail pulled away. "You're not Bluetail!" She hissed sadly. "I'm getting that shrew and that is what Bluetail would want! Even if I die, it's worth it to save seven future warriors!"
Sheentail turned around and darted out of camp.
It was silent. Sheentail exhaled and watched as the breath rose up.
It's so... peaceful.
Sheentail closed her eyes, relishing the calm.
A gust of wind pushed her off of her feet. She cried out.
Sheentail landed and dug her claws into the ground. She opened her eyes and looked around, pricking her ears in case more wind came.
She sighed and tried to stand back up.
Sheentail yelped and recoiled as pain shot up her left hind leg.
She looked back and saw that her paw was stuck under a root.
She pulled harder. It didn't work, so she flopped onto the snow.
"Dawnbridge!" She shouted. "Somebody!" She shrieked as another blow of wind stretched her leg.
She screamed in agony.
Darkness started to shadow her vision.
"Dawnbridge.." she whispered. "Bluetail..."
She paused, nostrils flaring. "Sky."
And she gave way to the dizzying black.