Are you sure about this? (PAFP)

Plot: Basically, this is a Leader x Medicine cat RP. ^_^ It could be long-term if you like.

Moonfeather, a rather lithe and small gray she-cat with black paws, ear tips, and tail tip, sat in the middle of the Medicine cat den, rustling sounds of jerbs being shifted into piles could be heard as she continued her work in solitude. The past seasons of Leaf-Fall had been rather rough on the fae, not giving her time to gather enough herbs before a battle broke out with the bloodthirsty Clan known as ToothClan. Many cats had been wounded that day, leaving Moonfeather left with a shortage of supplies, being worse as she didn't have an apprentice..

Lionstar grunted in pain as he made his way into the medicine den, his paleish tabby fur stained with crimson,"Moonfeather," he rasped, his sides heaving with effort, he had a long gash along his chest, not deep enough to his vital organs, but deep enough that he was losing blood fast," I need your help," he added, trying to make his voice sound stronger, a weak leader was a sign or a weak clan.

Moonfeather turned around, gasping at the sight of her leader fatally injured. She immediately stopped by his side, leading him back into a small moss nest used for any cats staying over night. Once laid down, she hurried over to her storage, letting out a large sigh of relief as she had just enough herbs to heal the male. Collecting them, she turned back towards her leader and began applying the healing supplies to his wounds, layering it with cobweb.

Bump

He sighed a weary "Thanks," and immediately attempted to join back in on the battle, only succeeding with a gasp of pain before gently laying back down beside the pretty medicine cat.

"You need to rest, the battle can wait." She warned him softly, a worried growl escaping the fae as she used one of her black paws to press him down gently into the moss nest.

Groaning again as he closed his weary brown eyes, Lionstar let his muzzle lay against the ground of the medicine den," So how are you doing?" He meowed, his eyes still shut as he spoke.

The fae's sapphire eyes seemed to glow in the slight darkness of the cave as the sun began to slightly set, the ringing echoes of yowls, hisses, and cries could still be heard at the eastern border of ShadedClan. "Honestly, it's been a nightmare with all this fighting. I've been left with barely any herbs and even dying cats.." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she repressed a shiver at the rather awful memories. her tail swaying as she turned her back towards the leader and began to work, sorting herbs and discarding of the older decaying ones.

"Ah," he meowed, opening his eyelids a bit,"It sure hasn't been going to well, for me either," he added, grunting,"I'm running out of lives fast, ya know?" He added, he was on his 3rd life, and he fretted they would soon all be gone.

"I know, honestly, take it from me, you need to end all this fighting. ToothClan has taken good warriors by illing them in battles while some warriors just joined all up by themselves. I'm fretting we may lose everything, Lionstar." Her rather calm and dainty tone was stressed out and tired as well as contained tints of frustration and worry.

He said nothing, just stared longingly at the little peek of outside where he saw a blur of fur and blood fling across the camp, followed by another cat, claws unsheathed and glinting in the air. He shook his head a groaned.

BUMPPPPOO

Moonfeather whipped her tail side to side, having enough with the battle she flung herself outside. "Stop it!" She roared, her head flinging side to side. The cats ignored her as the battle got fiercer and a paw met the side of her head, knocking her to the ground.

The leader gasped as he saw the medicine cat get flung to the side," Moonfeather," he meowed, his voice clear. This wounds were partially treated, but he could however move. He stood up and made his way to the outside of the den,"STOP THIS, NOW," He yelled at the top of his lungs, and is time, a few cats paused and looked at him, and a Toothclan cat bowled him over. The cat was reasonably smaller, and he flung him aside sharply, swiping at its side, and leaving a large gash.