Talk:The Waterfall/@comment-5277627-20140922094405/@comment-24740423-20140924000325

Thistlestorm snorted. "Yeah, we'll just drag her all the way." He took the herbs, chewed them into a poultice, and applied it to Fernshade's wound. The grey tom glanced sideways at Thornpelt. "Shadekit told me the cat that hurt Fernshade was named Ban-something."

"Hey! I said his name was like that!" Shadekit protested, his voice muffled by the dripping wet moss he held.

He handed the moss over to Thistlestorm, who mewed, "You should've let it dry a bit. We don't want to drown her, hm?" He squeezed a bit of the water out of the moss with his paws, then lightly nudged Fernshade to see if she was awake.

"Don't hurt her." Shadekit growled.

"I won't." Thistlestorm sighed, a bit irritataed at the kit's worrying over Fernshade.