Leafpaw didn't want to be a medicine cat. He loved helping cats, but once he had seen what Whitekit could do, and how she was different, he couldn't bear the thought of not being with Whitekit. 

But he could still heal cats, and there was a task at hand. He had heard Silverkits frantic cries, and now he was running through brambles, a sinking feeling in his gut that Whitekit was injure. He finally reached Whitekit, following Silverkit's screeches into a bloody clearing. Half of Leafpaw wanted to know what happened, but the other half was urging him to run over to Whitekit. He murmered into her ear, not sure if she heard. 

"Silverkit, fetch me some cobwebs from that tree hollow. Now!" he ordered, feeling the dazed Silverkit's gaze burning into him. For a moment their paws touched, and Leafpaw was sure they didn't have to. He jerked away, using Whitekit as an excuse to move from Silverkit. She wasn't a snob like the rest of her family, but she didn't want Silverkit to think Leafpaw had feelings about her. 

Pressing the cobwebs on Whitekits side, Whitekit opened her eyes, and then with a groan of pain closed them. Finally, the blood stopped pouring from her wounds and she managed to sit up. Whitekit gave one last groan and then softly meowed. "I saw Starclan"

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