A high-pitched shriek seemed to echo throughout Nightclan camp, followed by the sound of tiny paws padding hurriedly to the medicine cat den. Before anyone had the chance to say anything, Thornkit came bolting into the den, running right smack into the medicine cat's paws and tumbling over with a grunt.
It didn't take long for the kitten to get back up however, and before long she was back on her feet, staring up at Smokefur with sad little eyes. "Sorry for bumping into your Smokefur......you're not too busy are you?" She asked softly. "Um, someone put a thorn where I usually take my naps and I didn't see it when I went to lay down. Do you think you could help me get it out?" She asked, shifting around slightly so that the thorn was visible to the older she-cat. The thorn itself had lodged itself into her skin just above her belly and though it was quite small, it was clear from the expression on the kitten's face that she was in pain.