Mintpaw
"You three go ahead. I'm going to wait for Storm." The other members of the patrol
stared at me like I'd grown a fifth paw. As always, I looked to my mentor for support.
Ripplepelt half-lidded his eyes: What are you doing?
I did my best to signal, It's important. Trust me. Ripplepelt nodded.
Whew. A breath I'd been holding whooshed out of my nose. Hopefully no cat would notice.
"Well?" Severed-tail, a veteran warrior, shot out his claws. "If you're going to stay, don't hold us up."
Gratefully I dashed back into camp. I was something of an oddball:
fur shaded from gray to solid black, with a patch on my forehead like a mint leaf.
Add to that the fact that I had no littermates... At least, I mused, there was Littlestorm.
He'd been there for me ever since the day I'd broken my forepaw in a climbing
accident. I'd often wondered if Someone hadn't put us together.
"Going to visit the medicine cat?" A cheerful she-cat's voice broke into my thoughts.
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