The wind howled through the midnight sky, pushing clouds around the blue surface. Barely visible stars twinkled above a lonely-looking clearing, and the full moon bathed Fourtrees in an eerie, silver glow. Mist rose up from the ground, and the trees creaked and groaned, brushing against each other with each gust of wind. Owls' hoots drifted solemnly around the clearing as the wind shoved them around. It was unnaturally silent for a spell of time, but the peace was disturbed as Ravenstar pushed through the fog. With each paw step, a small hack, cough, or splutter found its way out of her jaws. The wind plastered her coat to her sides, making her look even more scrawny and sickly.
A very concerned medicine cat followed behind the black she-cat. "Not good, not good, not good... How am I supposed to solve this when she's already sick? She could be killed in a matter of sunrises, for all I know!" Deerspots muttered nervously, ears flat and tail-tip twitching.
Gingersplash followed behind more slowly, padding a few tail-lengths behind the ThunderClan deputy. Both she-cats’ ears were flattened and tails were twitching. Amethystgaze stared at Ravenstar and Deerspots, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them. Gingersplash tilted her head, focusing on the medicine cat and his apprentice. “What’s up with Ravenstar?” the splotched she-cat asked her friend, forehead wrinkled in concern. The other she-cat shrugged, her face similar to the warrior’s.
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