"And Starclan allows this?!" Bumblepelt said when Coalstar finished talking. Coalstar shook his head. "No, Discord's parents were sent to the Dark Forest upon death, and no longer go by the guidance of Starclan." He said. Peachpaw, still shocked from the mauling of her sister and the news of a horrible danger, said nothing. Coalstar and Bumblepelt barely noticed, since they were having their own conversation. Suddenly, Peachpaw remembered something Coalstar had said. "Um, Coalstar." She asked slowly. "What did you say Discord looked like again?" "She was black and white, with amber eyes, why?" Peachpaw's eyes widened. "Because that's exactly what someone in this clan looks like." She said, and Bumblepelt began to catch on. "Peachpaw, it couldn't be Tinykit, you're her twin, and I was there at your kitting! And how could you even suggest-" "Bumblepelt you mouse brain, stop talking!" Coalstar interrupted. "Peachpaw, that's not what you were saying, was it?" Peachpaw dipped her head. "No, it wasn't. Thank you Coalstar." She said. "As I was saying, Tinykit does fit the description of Discord, but," she shot a glance at Bumblepelt before continuing. "It wouldn't make any sense for her to be Discord. There are multiple reasons, so I'm not even going to continue in that spot. So Tinykit might look very similar, but think about the proph-" Peachpaw was cut off by a loud yowl. She looked at the two toms in front of her before bursting out of the den and into the center of the swirling camp. She couldn't find the source of the yowl, but she had an idea. She ran to the medicine den, almost tripping as she stepped back at the horrible sight she saw. Her mother layer on the ground, bleeding heavily from the long gash going down her side. Bramblebug was there, but she seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Tinykit, still bruised and bloody, lay in the center of the den breathing shallowly, the only sign that she wasn't dead. Rat scent hung in the air, and a small shard of a shining blue stone was nestled in the dirt, but she didn't notice. She didn't know where to start, Her mentor, her mother or her twin sister?! She decided to start with Bramblebug, to see if she would wake up. She quickly padded to her side and nudged her, but she got no reaction. Peachpaw growled lightly and nudged her mentor harder, still to no avail. She gave up, and bit her tail, causing the medicine cat to yowl and jump up. "Peachpaw! What was that for? I was just sleeping after treating Tiny... Kit..." She began ranting, but drawled off upon seeing the den. "Peachpaw...what-what happened in here?!?" She squealed, running over to Tinykit, her first patient. "I don't know! I came in here when I heard a yowl and I saw this!" Peachpaw responded, scrambling to her mothers side. "Rat scent... So burdock root! Bramblebug, i need burdock root!" She said, inspecting the wound and quickly getting the herb she needed. She got cobweb after applying the poultice onto the wound. Her mother had returned to her normal health, her breathing was good and there was no sign of infection. But Tinykit was a whole different story. Even with the help of Bramblebug, she was burning with fever and her breathing was very shallow. Peachpaw and Bramblebug gave her herbs to help, but nothing seemed to work. "Should we let it be?" Peachpaw asked quietly. "Is it infected at all Peachpaw?" Bramblebug asked, not hearing her apprentice. "No, why? There actually isn't a new cut, just ones that have been reopened. It seems though they we're reopened by a rat, or that Tinykit was jostled around violently." Peachpaw took a breath and continued. "Perhaps a rat came into the den and attempted to attack Tinykit, yet Shiverflint, who was in the den, attacked it. They battled, both of them ending victorious I assume, since Shiverflint is suffering from a bad wound and Tinykit was jostled." Peachpaw blinked. Where had that even come from? "Since when did I..." She murmured. She stared at the turned up ground of the medicine den, noticing... "It's almost as if the rat was searching for something, or trying to hide something..." She got up and began sniffing around the floor, stopping at a small shiny speck. "Bramblebug, Tinykit has been treated, right?" "Yes. Why?" Her mentor asked, padding up behind her. " because I believe we need to consult more than just Coalstar. We need to consult Starclan"