Then a huge shadow loomed over Flowerpaw and the kit. She gasped. Then leaped. The kit ran into the bushes for safety. Flowerpaw growled at the goat but the goat bit her leg. His teeth chomped down hard on her leg and she fell to the ground. The goat left, thinking she was going to die. Not today, Flowerpaw thought. She heaved herself to her paws, her hind leg dragging against the ground. The kit hopped out of the bushes. She licked his ear, then wrapped it in cobwebs. "That should be good enough for now," she meowed. "Get to your camp, and wait for a medicine cat," she ordered. The kit nodded and raced off towards the WindClan camp.