Tigerlily of RiverClan Chapter 4

Note: Already wrote this but I'm apparently a liar. So fill in the blanks yourself because I'm just gonna skip that chapter instead of rewriting it. I'm a lazy butt.

Tigerpaw's head pounded like nothing ever did. Her mouth was dry, her stomach growled. She struggled to take a look around the den. ''Poppyfeather's den. Tigerpaw thought, but then, I'm sick? ''Tigerpaw tried to lift her head, but a soft paw pushed her back down.

"Stay still," Poppyfeather requested.

Tigerpaw tried to look over her shoulder where Poppyfeather was sorting herbs, "why am I in here?"

Poppyfeather turned to her. "don't you remember?"

Tigerpaw tried to think back. ThunderClan was invading Sunningrocks, she told Icepaw to go back and warn RiverClan about the infiltration while she held them off. One xaught her with a blow to the side of her head. Tigerpaw remembered falling to the ground. An apprentice came at her, tearing into her belly. She could remember hearing someone snarl "stay away from her!" and then... Nothing.

"I remember some of it," Tigerpaw confessed, "I remember fighting ThunderClan, then somebody defended me. After that, I must've passed out or something.

Poppyfeather came back and checked on the goldenrod and marigold polituce she put on Tigerpaw's stomach, "you did. Icepaw saved your life. He quickly told the cats guarding the camp, and splashed back into the water to help you. You were on the brink of death, if not for him bringing you back to camp when he did. Well, you'd be watching us from StarClan by now."

Tigerpaw felt a flash of gratitude, "really?"

Poppyfeather looked down and smiled, "yes. Along with your parents, and Currentclaw, he barely left your side. It took me ages to get them to go out and acuallyy eat something."

"When can I leave the medicine cat den?"

Poppyfeather thought for a moment, "a few more days, and then you'll have to come back daily for a good while. Also, I may have to confine you to camp for a while longer. We can't have you reopening wounds while training."

An apprentice ducked into the den, "how is she?" they asked. It was Icepaw.

"Y'know I'm right here," Tigerpaw teased.

Icepaw whirled around and lied down by her side, "so, how are you feeling?"

"In a bit of pain, but alive, thanks to you," Tigerpaw flicked her tail over his back, "really thanks."

"It was nothing," Icepaw puffed out his fur a little, "I'd do anything for a denmate," he savored the last word, like he wanted to say more.

"No, it wasn't nothing, you. Saved. My. Life. That isn't like grabbing the last piece of prey for me. You made sure I wasn't the next cat delivering Poppyfeather's omens from StarClan," Tigerpaw slightly twined her tail with his. Just a little.