Littlescent walked through the doorway into the medicine den. She was glad to see just two cats in the den this time. One was asleep in the corner with a white patch of Twoleg fake-fur on his back, held in place with wraps. Another was sitting on the hard floor with a small container next to her, her front-left paw extended from her body with a cut running along its length. Two cats entered from the opening in the back of the den; Panzer and Fleetheart walked over to the she-cat lying on the floor.

"Fleetheart, you do this one. I need to go be with that she-evil queen. She just had her kits. Clawed at me a few times. Lucky those kits are always around."

"Is this going to hurt?" asked the she-cat on the floor.

"I could always throw you over to the other clan's medicine cats. They'll cover it in cobwebs and say it's all better. You'll die, but at least you didn't hurt, right? Unbelievable." She turned back towards the door and spotted Littlescent by the entrance.

"Get hurt, get out, or do what you came to do, Littlebrain." She began muttering to herself as she left the room.

"Don't mind her," stated Fleetheart. "She told me about not being able to leave camp anymore. Defiantly not fun. She also told me I'll be taking her spot at the Gathering tonight, so it looks like we'll be in our first meeting together! Well, except the time we both went and we were apprentices. But that doesn't really count. Exciting isn't it?"

"So, Panzer wasn't quite clear. How bad will this hurt?" the she-cat asked again.

"When I saw her do this last time on Heavyclaw, he was out like a dead cat. He also had lots of pain in his belly for almost a quarter-moon. Poor tom.

Fleetheart took a strange Twoleg container from behind her. It was clear, made of the same material the clear barriers around the camp were made of. Inside, a thick, brown liquid swirled around as she removed the top of the container.

"It will probably hurt. But Panzer says this is much better than the herbs that the other clans use, so I guess you're better off."

The warrior cringed at her statement. Littlescent looked at her and softened her gaze. Fleetheart gripped the flask in her mouth, but set it down upon seeing the she-cat's ears shrieking back.

"Heavyclaw's wound was much worse than yours," she said. "Plus he decided to wait on telling us for almost a whole night. Got to admire his strength, but he was already in pain when he finally came to us. I'm glad you listened to us and came as soon as possible. It could've been much worse than this."

She gently gripped the container in her mouth and moved directly over the she-cat's wound. The thick, brown liquid flowed from the flask and seeped over the warrior's wound. The she-cat screeched in pain but clenched her jaw, trying to stay still by wiggling her hind legs.

"Don't worry, it's only for a while," Fleetheart tried to assure, but the warrior wasn't listening. She was too busy clenching her jaw and wiggling her legs in pain.

Fleethart waited for her to stop squirming before she moved the spool of Twoleg wraps that Shortpaw found at sunhigh. "Littlescent, can you help for a second? Lift her shoulder up so I can wrap this around." Littlescent walked over and moved her paw under the warrior's and gently lifted. Fleetheart began to wrap the fake-fur around her patient's foreleg, holding it steady with her chin until it was tight enough to use both paws to finish the job.

"There we go. See? That wasn't so bad. Now try not to walk on that too much. The pain in your belly may or may not happen, and I'll tell Sharptooth you're off duty for a while."

"Thank you for the treatment," she said. The warrior slowly stood and stared at the small pool of the strange medicine she was just given. She was hesitant to sniff at it, and began limping towards the door, every step on her wounded leg causing her to twitch her tail.

"Don't thank me," Fleetheart said, ears perked. "Thank Panzer. She discovered how this stuff works... most of it at least.

The she-cat nodded her head before leaving the den.

"Is that how all of them react to that stuff," Littlescent asked.

"Pretty much. That stuff was made by Twolegs, for Twolegs. So I don't know exactly how it works. All I know is that it gets results, and that's what Panzer showed me. Nasty stuff, though. Don't ever drink it. So, how did the meeting go? No one wanted to tell me with Panzer in the room. She didn't tell me everything, I know it. Tell me everything!" The enthusiastic she-cat jumped right in front of Littlescent and plopped down on the floor.

"Well, I'm finally getting the assignments I've wanted."

"You know, you could be the next clan leader someday," Fleetheart said. "Always so serious and calm.

"I don't know about that," Littlescent said. "I just want to concentrate on what's happening now."

"Always thinking small, Littlescent." Fleetheart walked over and put the lid back on the small, clear container. "But I know you really think you can be clan leader someday, and I'll be right there at your ceremony. I can see it now!"

"Fleetheart, you're getting ahead of yourself again."

"Oh fine. Have it your way." She pushed the container aside, letting it fall to its side and slowly roll back and forth. "So what else happened?"

Littlescent quickly glanced behind her before sitting in front of Fleetheart. "I'm supposed to report to the Upper Territory boarders, alone, for patrols. Just to see if there are wildcats there."

Fleetheart's long tail wagged back and forth. "Hey that sounds important. Longstar must have talked to Panzer about how scentless you really are. I didn't even know about that until I became an apprentice, and I know everything about you... except that at the time I guess. But that's all in the past now." Fleetheart hopped up and began pacing in random patterns. "Do you think it'll be dangerous? Will you have to go into their territory? What does BreezeClan think of all this?"

As the medicine apprentice moved closer, Littlescent tilted her head back. "I don't know about all that yet. I don't even have on what I should be looking for. Right now I'm just waiting."

Fleetheart stopped pacing and walked towards the sleeping cat, near a box-shaped container with a single long strap on it. She got behind the container and began pushing it towards the back of the room.

"Well, whatever they have you doing Littlescent, don't overdo it. You can overheat pretty quickly, you know. And none of this medicine works on that."

Littlescent looked at the box that Fleetheart continued to push. She stared at a black symbol carved into the side of it. She had seen it before, decorated on red patches, always inside a white circle. "Fleetheart," she started. "Did Panzer ever tell you what that black marking was on that box? I've been seeing it all over since I was born, and never knew what it actually meant to them."

Fleetheart briefly glanced at it, and went back to her duties. "All I know is it's one of the symbols the Twoleg clans use. Their warriors are always wearing it somewhere, usually on their shoulders. You'll have to ask Panzer about what it means to them. She's the only one of us who's really really interested in 'why' of the Twolegs. Every time she talks about them to me, I never feel like I'm learning anything important about them, but don't tell her I said that."

Fleetheart pushed the box next to the back entrance and walked towards Littlescent.

"Did you see another one of those heavy-monsters? The Tigers? That time you told me about the live one that rolled by and shook the ground from under you sounds insane! Oh I have an idea; you could go find an empty one. It probably has that same mark on it, I know it. Panzer says they put that mark on everything. And a sleeping one won't make a mouse out of you when it rolls by!"

"Hey if you were there you would've hidden, too." Littlescent responded. Fleetheart walked away from her and towards the clear medicine container she used earlier. She gently picked it up in her jaw and walked towards the box.

Littlescent stretched her hind legs, letting her tail fall limp. "I'm going to check on the fresh-kill piles. You want to come with me?"

"Alright. I ate while you were at the meeting, but I'd just like to get out of here while no one's in." Fleetheart closed the lid of the box and looked at the sleeping cat once more before walking towards the exit.