Warrior cats

--* Cinderpelt was giving you some new bandages for your wounds. You lay in a moss nest, blood still staining your white and black pelt. Brightpaw was in the nest next to you. *-- ' ' Don't worry, Swiftpaw. She will be safe. ' ' Cinderpelt meowed. You could see some doubt laced in Cinderpelts eyes, but you don't point it out. She must still be thinking about the day when she couldn't save Silverstream, a Riverclan queen whom had problems during her kitting.