The black-and-white cat was writhing on the ground, his flailing paws barely touching his attackers. Brambleclaw had climbed onto the cat’s back, clawing at its neck fur, while Ashfur bit down hard on the end of its tail. Ashfur and Brambleclaw were scuffling with an unfamiliar black-and-white cat. Was something-maybe a Twoleg dog-attacking his warriors? He raced through the trees until he came to the edge of the wood. “His ears strained to pick up the least sound of tiny paws instead, all he could hear was a furious yowling and scuffling that broke out somewhere ahead, near the Twoleg fence. “Give it a good lick.” “Every cat picks up thorns now and again,” Firestar told the apprentice as her tongue rasped busily across her pad.” “Lie down and hold your paw out.” Firestar watched as the medicine cat expertly gripped the shank of the thorn in her teeth and tugged it out. It’s only a thorn.” “But it hurts!” the apprentice protested, her amber eyes wide. “Honestly, Sorrelpaw,” Cinderpelt mewed, “from the noise you were making I thought a fox must have bitten your paw off. Firestar could see that a thorn was driven deep into the pad. “Look, Cinderpelt!” The medicine cat bent her head to examine the paw. Sorrelpaw, the smallest of the apprentices, lurched into the clearing on three legs, holding out her forepaw. “Cinderpelt! Look at my paw!” “Great StarClan, what now?” the medicine cat muttered.
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