Rivertail

“Tigerclaw’s tail lashed the cold ground. “Darkstripe says you didn’t even scratch her.” Fireheart shrugged. “Perhaps Darkstripe should chase after the she-cat and ask her if it’s true!”
― Erin Hunter, Fire and Ice

“Your friendship helps,” Yellowfang rasped. “He might not realize it now, but one day he—” She broke off as Cinderpaw appeared and dropped a bunch of herbs at Yellowfang’s feet. “Are these the right ones?” she asked. Yellowfang gave the herbs a quick sniff. “Yes, that’s right,” she mewed. “You can’t eat before the ceremony,” she added, “but I will. I’m too old and creaky to get to Highstones and back without something to keep me going.” She crouched in front of the herbs and began to gulp them down.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Moments later she turned with a second tiny kit in her jaws, and set it down in front of Tigerclaw. “Here. Lick.” Tigerclaw glared at her. “I’m not a medicine cat.” Cinderpaw’s blue eyes blazed as she rounded on the deputy. “You’ve got a tongue, haven’t you? Lick, you useless lump of fur.”
― Erin Hunter, Forest of Secrets

“Sandpaw sighed. “When do you think you’ll get a new apprentice?” “Bluestar hasn’t said anything yet.” “Perhaps she’ll give you Cloudkit when he’s old enough.” “I hope so.” Fireheart stared across the clearing at the nursery, wondering if Yellowfang had finished treating Cloudkit. “If he makes it that far.” “Of course he’ll make it!” Sandpaw meowed confidently. “But he has a fever.” Fireheart let his shoulders sag with worry. “All kits get fevers!” Sandpaw retorted. “With his thick fur, he’ll recover in no time. That coat’s going to be handy in leaf-bare, perfect for hunting in the snow. The prey’ll never see him coming, and he’ll be able to stay out twice as long as thin-pelts like Longtail!”
― Erin Hunter, Fire and Ice