"All right," she responds, sounding somewhat relieved.  "Safe travels to you both."

"Likewise." Cam can go drop off the Hell Vet in the RV. "Maybe you can show me where to put the no dumping sign?" he asks Fireheart.

He looks around for a moment.  ". . . I imagine here is fine?"  And indeed upon inspection there are a few torn-open garbage bags scattered under the bridge and on the bank near it.

Cam puts up three large intimidating NO DUMPING signs and goes down to drag the garbage bags that look too close to the river. He conjures a sampling of local fish and then restocks the river with the correct kinds, eggs and demonic fish alike.

Mistyfoot is still rather pervasively glum but she does perk up her ears a bit, watching that, and nabs one of the new fish out of the river, biting it sharply on the spine before sniffing it thoroughly and poking at it a bit with her paw.  "Thank you," she meows, having determined to her present satisfaction that it seems to be a mostly normal unpoisoned fish.

"You're welcome."

Fireheart pads across the bridge and then turns off of the Twoleg path, looking to see if Cam's following.

Yup, here he is.

Fireheart waits to start talking until there's a bit more distance between them and the border and Mistyfoot is far enough along on her return journey to camp to be out of cat hearing distance.  "It was good of you to try and help with Crookedstar.  I'm sorry for your sake as well as RiverClan's that it wasn't enough."

"Yeah. Losing patients sucks. I hope he is having an okay time being star-affiliated however that works for cats."

"'He hunts in Silverpelt now,' we like to say.  I know Cinderpelt had a rough moon or so after Silverstream's - Graystripe's mate's - death; she was there to help with the kitting.  I don't know whether it helps medicine cats to talk about those sorts of things with each other.  But she'll be able to travel to injured cats more quickly, with her new leg, and it seems like you would have been able to save Crookedstar if it hadn't already been too late, after many days of being sick, so in a sense now that you're here you'll be able to get to them faster as well."  His ears twitch and his eyes dilate slightly.  "I'm sorry I wasted time with background information.  I didn't realize we'd have another chance to talk again so soon, or that Crookedstar's condition was so advanced."

"Background information is also important."

"Still."  He resumes walking along but not on the path.  "I also have been partly responsible for cats' deaths.  - Who I was trying to protect, not in battle.  Though also in battle, or situations between the two."

"I haven't had very many opportunities to practice medicine before outside of training."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I haven't been summoned for it. There's not a good way to coordinate in advance."

"You don't do any healing for your . . . whatever Twolegs have instead of Clans?"

"When I'm home everyone else is like me, and doesn't need it! I only meet people who aren't indestructible on summon."

"I think that probably doesn't mean what I think it means; please explain."

"You know how I appeared suddenly? That's called being summoned. When I'm summoned I go from where I normally am, Hell, and appear wherever I've been summoned to. In Hell, everyone is the same species as me. We can't be injured more than a little or for more than a moment. If a car hit me I'd get knocked over but I wouldn't be in danger. So nobody there needs medicine or anything. We get summoned by some twolegs who do need it, sometimes, but I have not been."

"Oh.  I was right, then.  Not being able to be hurt is even stranger than being able to make things.  It seems so . . ." he flicks the tip of his tail back and forth and doesn't produce an end to the sentence.

"I like it, personally."

"Well, yes.  It's . . . very different from anything I'm used to thinking about.  But it would be good if cats were like that."

"On my world, people who summon somebody then turn into one of us when they die. That's what happened to me. I have no idea if it would work here, since you have something else going on when you die."

"Oh.  I'm not sure StarClan cats can be hurt either."