Heartstorm crinkled up his nose. The yarrow didn't exactly smell good or feel good. It sent tickling sensations and it made him feel sticky. But Sparkbelly was literally covered in yarrow and other herbs Frogleap had explained but Heartstorm had forgotten. Heartstorm lay listening in the medicine den. Sparkbelly was laid out in one of the nests beside him and was snoring gently. Greyspeck was sitting by the medicine den entrance, waiting to be let in Outside, cats were talking and shouting loudly. Every now and then, cats would pass the medicine den running our come in asking for herbs. Heartstorm had limped to the medicine den after the storm and had been shocked by the state of camp. It was a mess. Dens were broken, twigs and large branches had been swept into camp. The snow was so high it covered half the entrance to the dens and the walls to camp had been destroyed. Heartstorm had stared sadly at their wrecked camp. His home. He ached to go out and help fix camp but Frogleap had insisted he stayed inside. Heartstorm wanted to help put camp back to normal so he could see his old home once more. It filled him with sadness, seeing it destroyed and in chaos. Reedstar and Blacktail were shouting out orders and Heartstorm felt a guilty he couldn't be there to help. 

         "We need border patrols!" Reedstar was yelling. "We're so busy here but other Clans might chose this time to attack." Heartstorm grit his teeth, forcing himself not to run out and volunteer. The medicine den seemed quiet compared to the rest of camp. Suddenly, Eelfrost, wet and muddy burst into the medicine den.

          "Are you ok?" he exclaimed. "I heard from Silverdrop. And how's Sparkbelly?"

           "I'm fine. Sparkbelly saved me," Heartstorm assured Eelfrost. 

            "Oh, that's what Silverdrop said as well. Guess he's not as stupid as I thought. Anyways, gotta run," Eelfrost said. "Hope you get better Sparkbelly!" He ran out of the medicine den. Heartstorm chuckled. Reedstar padded into the medicine den next. 

            "Where's Frogleap?" asked Reedstar. Heartstorm shrugged. "We don't have enough cats for patrol..." Reedstar muttered to himself. 

           "I can go," Heartstorm volunteered. Reedstar shook his head. 

            "You can't," he said firmly. "Deerflame! Move that log over there!" Heartstorm sighed. 

           "Reedstar!" he called. Reedstar turned back. 

           "Yes Heartstorm?" Reedstar asked annoyed. 

            "I'm sure I can at least go on a border patrol," Heartstorm begged. Reedstar narrowed his eyes. He turned and Heartstorm knew it was a no. 

             "Alright, you can go. Only because we really need as many cats as possible. But once the patrol's over, back in the medicine den," ordered Reedstar sternly. Heartstorm grinned and sprung to his feet. He winced in pain but quickly righted his face and smiled at Reedstar. Reedstar sighed and padded away. Heartstorm trotted outside. The place was chaos. Cats ran about, shouting orders, asking for help. They were patching up the camp or moving things out of the way. There were Twoleg things everywhere and the floor was littered with all kinds of things. Heartstorm cringed. He walked towards the camp entrance. Smoketail, Beestripe and Stripedfur were waiting. 

             "You're the fourth cat?" asked Smoketail. 

             "Yeah," replied Heartstorm. 

              "You're sure you're up for it?" asked Beestripe. 

              "Yeah, of course," Heartstorm replied. Smoketail shrugged and they slipped out of camp. They made their way towards WindClan territory.

              "Ah, peace and quiet," muttered Smoketail as they ploughed through thick snow. Heartstorm's wounds prickled but he didn't make a sound. The air was cold and fresh. It felt good. They finally reached WindClan. Heartstorm smelt the sharp and scent of WindClan. It seemed as if it was in their territory. 

              "Think the wind was so strong their scent came into our territory?" asked Heartstorm. 

              "No, WindClan is here," Smoketail growled. They all kept their eyes out and were sharp. They swivelled around at any noise and growled at any different scent. Heartstorm broke apart from the group and pushed through the snow down towards the river. His muscles ached and were yelling at him to stop but he kept going, determined to make sure nobody had trespassed. Suddenly, he heard whimpers. His ears sharpened and he glanced around. He advanced towards the noise slowly. There was another noise. Heartstorm stared at the snow in front of him then started to dig. As he dug deeper, he heard another whimpering. Then he spotted a clump of dark brown fur. Heartstorm frowned and kept digging, harder and harder. His shoulders and muscles burnt but he didn't care. He uncovered a stomach then slowly, a tail and then a head. A sleek, dark furred cat was unconscious in the snow. The cat was curled in a weird way and its tail was frozen and as hard as a stick. Heartstorm felt his stomach lurch. As he peered closer, he realised, nestled in the cat's fur were two forms. Kits.