Pebblepaw fell to the ground with a large thump, his leg swelling badly. It hurt. It was like a badger had just taken a bite out of it. He tried not to complain though as he struggled to keep up during the walk, he was getting help. “Thank you.” He whispered, lifting a paw that wasn’t hurt, licking it, and whipping his muzzle clean.

He wanted a break, and he deserved one. His leg looked really bad, disconnected and puffed out. He tried his best to ignore it, but it was hard.

"We are used to taking in injured cats." a gruff voice sounded from the shadows. Brandon padded silently out and placed a few mice in front of the small tom. " the names Brandon."

"WEEEEEEE!" a small ginger and white form shot into the barn launching her self at the Brandon. " I got you Dada!!" Amore squealed gleefully prancing around her dad. " I know what will help your leg!" She reached into a crack and pulled out some maragold, chewed it up and spread it on Pebblepaws leg.

[[ A Couple Moons Later. ]]

Pebblepaw smacked his large yellow eyes open, the birthmark on the lower part of his nose wrinkling inwards. He was still getting use to the Windclan smell. He tried to eat as little of their food as possible. He would handle the pain in an attempt to go as close to Thunderclan as he could. It was wrong to eat their prey. It was wrong to use their herbs.

He hadn’t used any of their herbs. That was why his leg now puffed out more than it should. It had been horribly infected for a long time, and now was only slightly dying down.

He feared for his sister. It was taking too long for him to heal, to follow his commitment, and to get her back. He stood up, all his worries disappearing behind a fake smile. “Good morning.”

Star looked over unhappily at the tom, he’d been nervous of the other cat and as such had avoided him since his arrival, scared he would hurt him. Tiny despite being older than the Clan cat, he was timid of being assaulted but now he could see the cat was in desperate need of help, his leg inflamed and puffy, how badly could this end if he walked over now? Timidly the tiny silver tabby crept over, giving Pebblepaw a nervous smile.

“Hello. Would you like a mouse? I could catch you one.”

He offered shyly, looking quickly aware from Pebblepaw to his little silver paws.

Amore yawned, streching her small eyes open wide. She got up and bounced over to Pebblepaw, Sniffing his injured leg. " I know what to do!!!!!" She raced over to her herb hole and pulled out some Echinacea. She grabbed it and ran back around to Pebblepaw, "Eat this." She said pushing the plant to the tome.

“Hello. Would you like a mouse? I could catch you one.”

Pebblepaw looked up from the corner of his bright yellow eyes, but before he could make contact, Tiny had looked away. He was starving, but his stubborness grew every day. "No thank you, I'm not really hungry." I can catch my own mouse. He knew he really couldn't. He couldn't even stand properly, but he was angry with himself.

"Eat this." He pushed the herbs away instantly with his forepaw, sending it tumbling away from him eagerly. He didn't even look up at the kit, it was just an instant responce, refuse everything. "Where did you get it?"

The curiousity in his voice was almost rude, but that was just because he was cranky. He didn't want to eat prey or herbs, that came from anywhere but Thunderclan, his real territory. It was stealing.

He looked at his leg, debating if eating the herbs no matter what was worth it. It was pretty bad, and it wasn't going down.

Amore sighed dramaticly, "I got it from the wall. Duh?! Do you have an eye problem?" she didn't mean to sound rude, but she was trying to help. She pushed them back at the tom, "Eat them before I make you eat Deathberries instead." She started to pad away, but mewed crossly over her petite sholder, "You won't be able to save your sister without them."

"You won't be able to save your sister without them."

Pebblepaw growled, but didn't say anything more, instead he slowly leaned over and took a mouthful, promising to give Windclan some herbs when he was better. He would repay them.

"She'll be with the two-legs, right? I don't know how to get there." His voice cracked a little, he was trying to stay unemotional. It wasn't working. "Do any of you, ah." He stopped, lifted his head, looked around nervously, then looked back down and took another mouthful. He didn't have it in him to ask them for more than what they were giving.

"Don't worry, We have a plan to rescue your sister." Storm called, his silver head appearing over the hayloft edge. A ginger head popped up next to his, as Brandon called down to his daugther, "Go find your Mother, she's outside looking for more herbs." She nodded, and darted out, racing over to where Stella was digging up some burdock, she had a neat pile of Leaves, and a neat pile of roots next to her. Amore veered off, spotting a green bamboo like plant. A quick sniff confirmed her quess, Horsetail. She dug them up, carried them back to the barn, and ran back out snatching a few burdock leaves and roots. Back in the barn, she created a polluce, and padded over to Pebblepaw, smearing it on his leg.

Pebblepaw tried to stand, and luckily, he didn't fall over right away.

He waddled a little, then stumbled, and landed flat on his nose. "Will I ever be able to walk again?"

He wanted to hear the plan, but first he needed to know how long it would take before he could do it.

Amore sniffed Pebblepaw's leg, before chewing up some more Horsetail. Instead of appling it to his leg, she put spat it out on to a leaf, and and pushed it infront of the tom. Brandon strutted over, with a plump mouse in his jaws. "You will, but you need to eat, and wait a little, we should be able to save your sister tomorrow. I just need to know what her name is and what she looks like." He dropped the mouse, "I caught you this, and you had better eat it." He said sternly. He sat down gruffly beside his daugther, flicking her orange ear with his tail.