Spottedleaf's eyes flew open. An old dark gray she-cat with a broad, flattened face was crouching over her, chewing what smelled suspiciously like marigold. " Hey, what are you doing?" Spottedleaf exclained, making a weak attempt to stand up. " Helping you, mouse-brain!" the she-cat growled. With a start, Spottedleaf realised that it was the prisoner, Yellowfang. As Yellowfang licked the marigold poultice into Spottedleaf's wound, she lay back down, feeling exhausted again. It did feel good to have a cat to take care of her, for her to rest...

" Hey, Yellowfang! Is Spottedleaf awake yet? " Spottedleaf woke to the sound of Firepaw's mew. For a strange reason, she immediately felt more energised and called, " Yes, Firepaw. I'm awake," before Yellowfang could reply. Firepaw trotted over to her, a plump mouse in his jaws. " It's sunset already, and the Clan is having their dinner already. I thought we could share this." he explained, sounding faintly embarrassed. Spottedleaf let out a purr, realising how hungry she was, and beckoned Firepaw to sit beside her.

As she chewed on the succulent meat, Firepaw asked, " How are you? Have you recovered?" Sighing, Spottedleaf shook her head. " Not really, but I think that I will have recovered by the half-moon meeting in 4 days." Firepaw didn't reply, just dipped his head to take another bite of the mouse. It feels so good, having a nice chat with Firepaw and sharing prey together... Spottedleaf mused, but felt guilty instantly for having such romantic thoughts. She was a medicine cat! There was no way she and Firepaw would ever be mates.

P.S. the cat in the title is Spottedleaf. Is she cute?