Littlefeather

Littlefeather worked carefully and quickly. Blood was oozing quickly from the wound on the shoulder that the Shadowclan patrol left on the young warrior and filled the cobwebs almost as quick as she put them on. Her stash of cobweb was thinning and the blood kept spilling, never ending it seamed.

"Is she ok?" Brownstar's worried voice broke into her concentration.

Littlefeather hesitated before speaking, but never lifted a paw from her work, "She is losing blood quickly and I have little cobweb."

Littlefeather heard him leave and command the apprentices to get more cobweb. Littlefeather sighed, she would have to save his daughter or Brownstar would be devastated.

The blood seeming to slow she wrapped the wound up with the last of her cobweb that she had. It filled with blood once again but a lot slower than it had.

"How is she now?" Brownstar entered the den once again.

"I need more cobweb but the wound seems to stop bleeding a bit," Littlefeather turned to him, "There is hope, Brownstar, but you should still prepare yourself."

The look of horror on Brownstar's face was unbearable for Littlefeather. She quickly turned to Icewish and continued to tend to Icewish's wounds. Brownstar left, leaving his fear scent in the den.

"I've got some cobweb!" Owlpaw announced excitedly when he entered the den, his voice muffled from the wad of web in his mouth.

"Good. Set it there," Littlefeather pointed her tail by Icewish's wound.

"It looks really bad!" He exclaimed after he set it down and trotted out of the den.

"Oh, Starclan! Help me." Littlefeather muttered and patched the wound with more cobweb.