[SacredMadness]

Originally Posted by The Little Robin

@Blizzardfang

Sproutwhisker looked after Pinewhisker as he headed off into the medicine den to be healed, solemnly shaking his head when he thought of the chaos and loss that Shadowclan has gone through with this flood and damage. It was true that many of his clanmates were not happy to share their camp with a rivaling clan, but with all the violence going on between Thunderclan and Windclan, the black-furred male knew that this was the most logical place for them to flee to. He was one of the few cats that wished to help them until they returned home and was overjoyed to see that his dear friend was alive and he trusted the medicine cat’s to help him get better and stronger. It was truly a sight - the nasty wound on his leg, but at least he didn’t drown out there. The warrior looked up to the sky, silently asking Ripplewhisker for his blessing on this clan and their safe recovery in the coming moons. For now, he would do what he could though. He gave a sigh, dipping his head to a few cats of both Shadowclan and Riverclan before he settled down in the shade of a nearby, his tail flicking back and forth beside him in the damped dirt.

Talonfang walked past ShadowClan cats, nodding her head to a few shecats, and smiling at a group of kits. She managed to get over to her mate, Sproutwhisker. The shecat looked at all of the ShadowClan cats in her camp. I feel bad for the cats who lost loved ones, she thought to herself. "Hey Sproutwhisker," she greeted the tom.