FlashingLights began bawling and nearly tackled Rush with happiness. He winced.
"A little sore there." He mewed.
FlashingLights began rambling about how sorry she was and how happy everyone would be. Owlpaw looked around FlashingLights's shoulder and looked at Rush for wounds. The one from the dog was still there. How could he have survived that wound?
"Well, who gives a mouse bile? Rush is back!" He thought to himself happily.
Rush smiled weakly. Mothleaf came over and looked at the wound on Rush's side. She frowned.
"Stop fretting over him and help me get him to camp." She grunted. "His wound is slightly infected."
FlashingLights nodded and stepped back. She circled around and let Rush put his weight on her. Mothleaf took the other side, and the three started walking into camp. Owlpaw was in front of them to move the moss wall away. When the group entered camp, they gasped. Fawnpaw padded to Owlpaw and nuzzled him.
"It's so beautiful." She purred.
Owlpaw nodded. Mothleaf grunted for him and he rushed off. They came into the medicine cat's den and looked for SlitheringWinds. FlashingLights turned to Owlpaw.
"I'm afraid SlitheringWinds died of old age." She whispered.
Owlpaw nodded. He was okay with it. In this case, it was his time, not a gruesome death. A younger cat, one Owlpaw had never seen before, came to them.
"This is Yonderpaw." FlashingLights mewed. "He always stayed in here with SlitheringWinds. Now he will train for a moon to become a medicine cat."
Yonderpaw dipped his head. He looked oddly like Jayfeather. FlashingLights seemed to read Owlpaw's mind.
"Yonderpaw is the grandson of Jayfeather."
Owlpaw nodded and looked to Rush, who groaned in pain. Mothleaf set him down gently. Rush's silver eyes glistened.
"Where is my son? Where is Shakingpaw?"
Mothleaf shushed him.
"You must rest!"
"I want to see Shakingpaw!"
"He won't stop you know." FlashingLights mewed in an amused way.
Mothleaf frowned and waited a moment.
"Fine...send him in."