few moments later after the---------

warrior cats, darkest night, chapter 4

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Plumwillow was crouched beside Finpaw’s head. “Don’t worry, Finpaw. We’ll have this branch moved in no time.”

Reaching them, Twigpaw saw the warriors straining against the branch. Hawkwing, Sandynose, Fallowfern, and Rabbitleap pressed their shoulders to the bark and heaved. Blossomheart and Macgyver had worked a smaller branch underneath and were trying to lever the fallen branch clear. Their paws slithered on the pine needles, and Sandynose grunted with effort. But the branch didn’t budge.

Puddleshine slid past them and crouched beside Finpaw’s tail. He examined it, then leaned close to Finpaw’s head. He ran a paw over his head and spine. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Finpaw didn’t answer. His eyes were glazed over.

“He’s in shock,” Puddleshine meowed. “We need to get him warm.”

Plumwillow pressed close to her kit, her eyes glittering with fear.

“It’s not going to budge.” Hawkwing stared frantically at the branch.

“Can we pull his tail out?” Macgyver asked.

Puddleshine shook his head. “It’s pinned too tight.”

Twigpaw felt sick.

“I need to cut him clear,” Puddleshine meowed starkly. “Find me a sharp stone.”

“Cut?” Plumwillow stared at the ShadowClan medicine cat with alarm. “Are you sure?”

Puddleshine lowered his voice. “If he stays here much longer, he will die of shock. He’s hardly conscious. Cutting it now is our only option.”

Plumwillow seemed to freeze, her gaze fixed on the medicine cat.

Sandynose padded to her side. He looked at Puddleshine. “Is it the only way to save him?”

Puddleshine nodded.

“Then do it,” Sandynose meowed.

Puddleshine looked at Plumwillow, as though asking for her permission. The dark gray she-cat nodded.
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