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We Shouldn't Be Together (Warriors)

Swirledwhisper followed, determined to get the answer she knew was there. She lifted his chin with her tail. "Yes, you do." She said softly, meeting his gaze.


»JW
 
Swirledwhisper gently pulled him close, resting her pale pink nose against his forehead. "You can tell me." She murmured.


»JW
 
"I-I'm sorry." Swirledwhisper stammered, and pulled back, going out of the den quickly and out of camp, going to a clearing and sitting in the direct center. She needed to clear her head.


»JW
 
Swirledwhisper got up and paced around, talking to herself. "No, don't. You can't. He's a medicine cat. You can't do this." She paced and absentmindedly practiced some battle moves, rolling around with an unseen enemy. She kept growling and muttering to herself, tail lashing.


»JW
 
Wildpelt ducked as a brown tom tried to claw him. He hissed and ducked inside the medicine den, hitting the tom with his back legs. Riverclan was invading the camp!
 
Swirledwhisper heard the yowls come stronger, and realized, they were the yowls of battle. She raced back into camp at that realization, and soon was tackled by a blue tabby. She shrieked in surprise, and unsheathed her claws, scoring the cat's belly.


»JW
 
Swirledwhisper felt claws go across her face and tear into her eye. She yowled and shoved away the tabby, staggering back, blinded.


»JW
 
Swirledwhisper barely saw Wildpelt, but went to him, standing over his body, taking the blows meant for him, feeling blood mat her pelt. She staggered and she was losing consciousness.


Soon she heard the yowls of retreat and the thick growl of her brother Kinkjaw. She kept her ground, deflecting the blows weakly, and once they stopped, she collapsed, falling nearly on top of Wildpelt.


»JW
 
Wildpelt dragged himself out the den and started to try and bandage their wounds. But he'd been beaten so badly by the tom that he bleeding out.
 
Swirledwhisper pushed him away and weakly rasped, "Heal yourself first. We'll be of no hope if our medicine cat is dead."
 

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