Birdpaw sighed, looking out of the medicine den and up at the sky were half of the moon shone, spreading its light across the campground. There was no movement in the camp clearing, only trees gently swaying in the breeze. It had been about two days since the start of the apprentice's strict bed rest, and it was killing her already. Stagleap and Moonflower would bring her prey when she was perfectly capable of getting prey by herself. Dewpaw would fetch her moss soaked in cool water to drink from and Chiveleaf would be forcing herbs down her throat. She wasn't even allowed to sit in the sun outside incase 'her leg collapsed' and that was apparently bad since 'no one would be there to help her'. That was Chiveleaf's point of view, and Birdpaw hated it, all she got to see all day was the roof of the den, the floor of the den, the exit of the den and the back of the den. She also, unfortunately, got to see all the injured cats from the battle in their nests in a separate section of the den. When Flowerstem and Chiveleaf weren't fussing over the young apprentice, they were attending to the other injured cats.

Except for now because both of the medicine cats were at the half-moon meeting, which was only for medicine cats. Both of them had to go because apparently the WinterClan medicine cat apprentice was becoming a full medicine cat and it was polite for all medicine cats to go. The older medicine cat had appointed Stalkcloud to keep watch on the injured cats and Birdpaw, but the warrior found the job too boring and ended up falling sleep. Which was why the apprentice was doing what she was doing, keeping an eye of the injured cats as well as trying not to die from boredom.

An owl hooted in the distance and Birdpaw looked over at the sleeping warriors in the medicine cat den. They were all sleeping soundly, with the occasional paw or ear twitch, but otherwise they looked peaceful. The apprentice turned her gaze back to outside the den and continued gazing up at the moon. It always offered her peace, kind of like StarClan was giving her support through the tough journey called life. The sound of stirring distracted Birdpaw and she gazed over to the sleeping, injured warriors, to see that one was waking up. She squinted and saw the unmistakable light grey tabby coat of Whiskerstar. The apprentice's heart lept in her chest as the leader raised his head, blinking unclearly in the darkness.

"Flowerstem?" he whispered, standing up of shaky legs and scanning the den. "Chiveleaf?"

"Whiskerstar?" whispered Birdpaw, catching her leader's gaze, breaking into a purr when she saw that his wounds had completely healed. Though, he had one less life now.

"Birdpaw!" he meowed, rushing over to his apprentice. "How are you?"

"I should be the one asking that question," purred the young apprentice, "you almost gave us a heart attack!"

"How?" asked the leader, puzzlement clouding his blue eyes. Birdpaw blinked, confused, surely the leader remembered the battle and Maplestar and ... everything?

"You don't remember?" she whispered.

"Remember what?" asked the leader, suspicion in his voice, "Birdpaw, what don't I remember?"

"The battle?" she asked, "Maplestar? Anything?"

"Nothing," replied the leader, shaking his head. He paused for a few heartbeats before looking at his apprentice with a pleading look in his eyes. "Can you tell me?"