Trigger warnings ahead and other not so nice stuff so read with caution.

Deerpaw's p.o.v.

"I hate patrolling in the rain." She thought to herself with a silent hiss. As soon as my mentor blackfoot had decided to take us for a patrol it stared to rain.

I had tried to convince him to take me another day but he said that it would test my tracking skills. Why in starclan's good name did brokenstar choose HIM as a mentor. He's all work and no play, it just seems to get worse in horrible weather.

I rolled my dark green eyes as we walked through the sloppy and cold mud. To make it worse it seems to get taller and more pine needles seemed to stick to my fur. No one is going to want me around them after this, oh starclan this is going to take ages to clean off. Not to mention it's gonna taste horrible.

That's when a very terrible scent filled my nose, the smell of blood and a wet kittypet. "I smell blood! A cat might be in trouble!" I turned around and meowed suddenly, accidently splashing mud all over blackfoot. "Tch it's not our fault a cat couldn't protect themselves. Now keep moving.!" He yowled and began trotting through the ever growing mud and pine needles.

I don't know what came over me as I dashed towards the blood scent. I ignored the yowls of protest from my mentor as I continued running. The only thing that made me atop in my tracks was a little black kit laying in the mud.

I had to stop myself from bringing up my breakfast. The kit laying in front of me looks awful, he has scars every where, red all around his neck and blood coating his pitch black pelt. Not to mention the dark brown mud and pine needles seeping into his wounds.

My mouth very carefully picked up the kit by his scruff, turn around only to see a very angry blackfoot. "When I give you an order you follow it." He spat, emphasizing on the "follow."

Then he took a quick look at the bundle of fur in my mouth and something seemed to click with him. "We will take him to see runningnose and brokenstar." He meowed without any emotion and started to walk back to camp.

I sigh a huge sigh and walk next to him, matching his fast pace. Thousands of thoughts swirl in my head as I make this treck back, have we saved him in time? Will he make it? What if he dies and it's my fault?!

Shallow breathing interrupted my thoughts, indicating this little kit is alive, barley. I just hope I have gotten to him in time.

Third person p.o.v several hours later.

A tall yet lanky grey and white cat was looking over the small black kit, now wrapped up with cobwebs and all sorts of herbs. The cat, known as runningnose is quite worried for the poor kit, since he dosn't know how long he was in that mud for.

Runningnose has cleaned up the kit but the kits wounds were already infected when he arrived. A very muddy and soaked deerpaw had come rushing in, spraying mud and rain drops everywhere. So much so that the medicen cat will need to throw out the dirty herbs and collect some fresh ones.

Runningnose also wanted deerpaw and her mentor to stay in the medicine den since they were out in the cold for so long, but blackfoot declared that he was fine. Deerpaw on the other hand wanted to stay because she wanted to be near the little black Tom.

He looked outside the bracken and pine needle woven den to see the sunshine light up the rain soaked grass of the camp. The other hunting patrols had returned a few minutes earlier and now seems like everyone is having a feast.

Runningnose sighed and looked back down at the black Tom, wishing he would just get all better and not be in this state. Under the rule of brokenstar he has had to treat alot of battle wound kits, some he couldn't even save.

He then looked at deerpaw, her dark brown and light grey fur rose and fell with each normal breath she took. She was only two moons old when she was sent into battle, she had gotten a huge gash from a rouge that struck her belly.

She was the lucky one, one of the only kits he's saved. His attention was broken when a certain huge dark brown tabby Tom walked in. "How is the kit doing?" The shadowclan leader asked, his deep, scary and gruff voice broke the silence.

Runningnose knew brokenstar wasn't genuinely worried about this kit, not in any normal way at all. All brokenstar was worried about was if the little kit could become his next training dummy.

"Well I don't know if he will make the night sir, his wounds are really infected and he sounds like he might have gotten whitecough." Runningnose reported, sitting straight up and looking his leader in his dark Amber eyes.

The leader scoffed, turned around and stormed out of the huge den, his broken tail lagging behind. Runningnose shook his head and lied down, resting his head on his front paws.

He was going to keep a good eye on his patients, he isn't going to fail them. Even if he had to stay awake and not eat, he was willing to put up with that. He is not going to lose these to, not at all.