.:NeverendingXxXNightmare:.((Open))

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.:Duskfeather:.

The lithe tom moved gracefully from branch, to branch, his head spinning. He could only see in front of him, the world seeming so dark, and desolate. The only thing in the sky he could find, was a small shard of moon, that looked as if it were entwined with the seemingly never ending darkness that entangled itself with the the rosetted lithe body of the tom. He could see no stars, had starclan given up? He suddenly felt not a solid branch on this paws, but the cold, black air, he had been surrounded in.

The tom hit the ground with a soft thud, landing on all four paws, as if he realized what had happened. When he looked around, he could not even see the trees in which he had been swirling in and out between silently. He sat down, blinking, as if he thought he could rid the darkness that surrounded him.

Duskfeather was overwhelmed, the blackness seeming to creep ever closer to the statue like form of his body, it seemed to curl itself next to him, and sent chills down his spine, making his pelt stand on end. He wouldn't like to admit it, but he was frightened. Never had he seen a night such like this.

He then realized, he had laid down, and his glowing amber orbs were beginning to seal shut. Every minute that passed, seemed like an eternity in the veil of silvery darkness, that was enclosed around his body and then, he found himself in a mass of another kind of darkness, a blackness that overwhelmed every single part of him, he had fallen into a deep slumber.

When the tom stirred, the pale gray color of the endless expanse of sky, with wisps of purple, pink, and orange clouds dotting it, showed that the dense labyrinth of darkness that shrouded the forest earlier that night, had gone away, revealing a cool, crisp morning, although it was slightly windy, he didn't mind the wind; with it came danger, yes, but also memories, though not all pleasant. Duskfeather liked listening to the wind. It would ripple through his fur and into his ear, whispering stories of the places it had been, the wonders it had seen, the things that it knew.

Suddenly the wind picked up, carrying clouds that had gotten tangled in its wake. Rain started to fall, harder and harder, until it soaked through his pelt and chilled him to the bone. Coughing and sputtering as he struggled to see through the raging torrent, he began to sprint back to the camp, not even thinking how the stream would react to all the rainfall..

Duskfeather stepped, and weaved, with careful and precise movements, around and under the thick undergrowth scenting for prey. His ears were pricked, eyes alight, and he was all ready to catch something. Anything. He took a deep breath, and caught scent of a small, yet plump, vole, just coming out from under a pile of dew encrusted leaves. He stealthily crept up to it, his wide eyes now focused and narrowed, everything around the vole a wild and crazy blur. The vole was clear, crisp, and sharp in his vision, as his mouth began to water. He took another step forward, praying to Starclan that a wet branch, or twig wouldn't alert the vole of his presence. Mousedung, he thought to himself, as a twig snapped. The vole lifted its head, but Duskfeather stayed as still as a statue, waiting for the vole to begin foraging for food again. As it went back to its foraging, the tom took one step closer, and luckily, no twig or branch snapped. He brought himself into a hunters crouch and leaped.

The tom landed behind the vole, his two front paws touching the ground, then his two hind paws. It was almost a silent landing. Almost. The vole had heard his landing, and began to scurry away, and as it was beginning to retreat to the safe haven of the drenched undergrowth, Duskfeather flashed out a paw, and swiped the vole back to him. It landed with a quiet thump on the ground, and he could almost feel the tiny pitter-patter of mice, and other prey's paws scurry into the undergrowth for safety. He bit down on the vole, hearing a snap. He smiled, and dug a small hole, covering the vole up with loose soil, leaves, and small twigs.

As the tom wandered around, the now retreating rain, sliding off his pelt, his paw steps light, and graceful, as he looked all over, for other signs of prey, he caught scent of something. He looked up, trying to find where it was coming from. Ah, a squirrel! Although, in his opinion, squirrels tasted horrible, he felt it would be an accomplishment, that he could catch one. It wasn't high up in the tree, only on the second branch up, and it looked like a thick and sturdy branch. It could easily hold him. The tom jumped, climbing up the tree. He was making noise, and he scolded himself, but, the squirrel didn't seem to notice. Duskfeather hopped lightly onto the first branch, and looked up. It wasn't a bad height, the first branch to the second, and instead of climbing up the tree, again, he decided he would take a risk, and jump from branch to branch.

As Duskfeather readied himself for her jump, the tom hoped that he would make the leap. He knew he was making a mouse-brained decision, but, he really wanted to catch the squirrel. He looked down, and the ground seemed much farther away than it should have looked. He took a big, deep breath, and jumped. He had closed his eyes, as he felt his paws hit the branch above him. He felt like the whole tree was swaying, along with his unsteady body. When he opened his eyes, he realized that the squirrel had retreated to another branch, much, much higher than the one he was on. He decided against climbing, or jumping, for that matter.

As the tom began his slow descent, he hadn't realized his paw had slipped, and as soon she he knew it, he was falling. Falling fast. He let out a yowl of distress, his eyes wide and frightened, but, it was cut off as his body came in contact with the seemingly hard ground, with a loud thud. Everything around him enveloped into blackness. His breathing slowed, but his heart was racing. He kept his eyes closed, the ground seeming to move under his body. He writhed in pain, his eyes now shut tightly, the pain in his shoulder deepening with each passing second.

Ooc;; That is ONE LONG post x3
Word Count;; 1,157
Inspiration;; The wind and all it carries <3

[tangy]

f l a m e f o o t

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The wind suddenly picked up outside, rustling a small pile of leaves. The cool wind managed to seep into the warriors den, slightly rustling the fur of the sleeping warriors. Although this breeze was almost nothing, a few warriors twitched anxiously in their sleep. One warrior, on the other hand, found herself slowly opening her emerald and fire red eyes. She blinked a couple of times, making sure that she was actually awake.

The flame colored she-cat slowly stretched her legs, blinking a few times. She stood up slowly, beginning to feel comfortably awake. She was use to the early morning, probably because she got up early every morning. Although this was true, the she-cat felt like she was getting up earlier than usual. This fact didn't bother her much. She was still getting up to do something that she loved doing, and that only made her more excited.

Being only a new warrior, Flamefoot took her responsibilities seriously. She was always getting up early to go on an extended hunt. She felt this necessary since leaf-bare had come hard on her beloved Windclan. Having more reason to hunt, Flamefoot quietly and quickly made her way out into the cold air, breathing in the air around her before exiting. At once, she was surrounded by the cold.

"Oh!"

[/color] she said suddenly, not realizing how warm and cozy her den actually was. As she breathed out, she could see the warmth of her breath, and suddenly wished she was back inside the den. She immediately shook those thoughts away, knowing if she didn't hunt now, she wouldn't hunt the next morning. Flamefoot made herself breathe in once, trying to get over how cold it was. She puffed her fur out slightly in a feeble attempt to get a little warmer, but knew it was all in vain. She began to pad quickly out of camp, knowing that once she got moving, she would slowly forget about the cold and start focusing on her clan.

Flamefoot wandered nearer towards the clearings, knowing that rabbits had to be somewhere around. She began her hunt by keeping low to the ground, but knew that her flame orange pelt gave her away easily. After searching for what seemed like moons, she knew that she had probably already scared all the prey away. She simply couldn't hunt in the clearing, at least not during leaf-bare; it was her favorite place to hunt, but she knew that she could sacrifice a good chase.

Flamefoot began briskly padding towards the woods, her short muzzle in the air. Her ears were pointed forward, searching eagerly for any noises around her. Distracted momentarily by her own thoughts, Flamefoot walked noisily through the fallen leaves. She paused for a moment, frustrated for what she had just done. She slowly opened her eyes and began to pad slowly and quietly through the underbrush. As she made her way east, she began to notice a very fresh scent of a fellow Windclan warrior. She blinked guiltily as she realized that she had no idea who this cat was. Happy that she could potentially find a hunting partner, Flamefoot moved in the direction of the scent, still careful to keep her pawsteps light and quiet.

Flamefoot found herself going deeper and deeper into the forest. She never hunted much in the forests; she preferred open spaces to run freely. Still, the forest offered a false sense of security, and she found herself becoming a little more comfortable with the bare branches...

Her head suddenly turned towards one of the nearby branches as she watched a tom jump up to a higher branch. Worried, Flamefoot gasped quietly to herself and watched the tom as he barely made it to the other branch. She let out a sigh of relief to see that he was safe. She ignored the squirrel that was racing higher up the tree and began to pad towards the tom. Just when she was about to say something, she watched in horror as the tom slipped, falling not on his feet, but on his shoulder.

"NO!"[/color]

Flamefoot gracefully raced towards the tom, worry clouding her eyes. She couldn't imagine the pain that her fellow clanmate must be in. She felt awful not even knowing his name, but didn't hesitate as she nudged him gently a few times, not knowing what else to do. She crouched to his level, trying to search the toms facial expression to see if he was still conscience.

"Please..just tell me you're okay," she whispered, mostly to herself, but loud enough for the tom to hear. Her thoughts were blurred and confused; she had no idea what to think at that point.[/blockquote]


ooc;; INCREDIBLE post cedar O: I was reading through the old posts, and I really feel like this one deserves to be replied to ^^; sorry it has to be me D:

word count - 781
inspiration - your post, of course c:[/size]

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After what seemed many seasons passing, the blackness that had enveloped Duskfeather began to waver, and finally, diminished, as the Windclan tom heard a mewl, which seemed quite a distance away, from an anonymous cat. 'Please.. just tell me you're okay,' were the words that allowed his eyes to flutter open, and the gentle, pained, surprised face of Flamefoot, another fellow Windclan warrior, obstructing the light of the sun, around him. His vision wasn't what it was supposed to be, so he blinked, and the world he knew so well, became to come back into a clear focus.

Trying to allow words to come out of his mouth, did seem to be quite a challenge. And invisible barrier seemed to push the words back into his mouth, as soon as he tried to utter them. Duskfeather stopped writhing on the ground, as he looked up at the sky. Looming storm clouds were hanging high above his head, threatening a light cover of snow, and he could almost feel the chill of the wind, creep up to the two of the young warriors. He couldn't seem to avert his gaze, wondering how he was going to get back.

Finally, the young tom was allowed to speak. "I..Flamefoot," he wheezed, groaning, as when the words came out, a severe pain ripped through his shoulders. "I'm okay," he muttered, becoming still, for he knew if he fidgeted, he was in for big trouble. "Was that..did you.." he didn't know quite what to say. "See me, did you see me fall?" he asked, the flash of what had happened, finally coming into his view. He had been stalking a squirrel, and he fell. And, by the way his shoulder felt, he had fallen on his shoulder, too.

Duskfeather wanted so terribly to get up. He looked up at the she-cat, and asked, "is there anything I..how can I...is it possible for me to get back to camp?" Finally, he sighed, not saying anything, the labored breathing the only sign that he was alive and..slightly well. He closed his eyes, not wanting to say anything else, the words he had spoken, seemed to have drained his energy. He sighed, and opened his eyes again, the dark clouds becoming dangerously close. "Snow," the tom muttered, shaking his head slowly. Just what they didn't need.

Ooc;;
Word Count;; 400
Muse;; Alright, would have been better if the window didn't close out, and I forgot all I wrote <.<
Inspiration;; My Duskehs savior ^.^

[tangy]

Flamefoot waited patiently, but nervously, for Duskfeather's reply. She had no idea what she would do if he wasn't to reply to her words, and began to think vigorously about what she would do if he never spoke.Duskfeather..how could I not remember.. she thought. Flamefoot debated running back to camp, but wanted to wait a while first. She didn't like the thought of leaving Duskfeather defenseless for that long. What if some rogue happened to come along? This was a bad time to get lost in her thoughts, and she quickly cleared her mind to figure out the problem in another way.

Just as she was thinking of something else, Duskfeather spoke to her in a strained voice. Flamefoot jumped a little, but didn't want to act scared in front of her Clanmate. She listened carefully to what he had to say; she wanted to reply right away, but was still in some shock for what had just happened. Yes, she had seen Duskfeather fall; she replayed the scene a few times in her mind, shuddering each time she remembered how hard he had landed on his shoulder. She couldn't imagine the enormous amount of pain that he was in, and was wondering if it would be bad to try to support him as they tried to walk back to the camp.

Hearing the pain in Duskfeather's voice made her want to act fast. Flamefoot picked up on how it hurt for Duskfeather to talk, and didn't want to put him in more pain than he already was in. Just as the tom mentioned snow, she looked up at the fast approaching clouds. A breeze blew fast and hard against her pelt, blowing her fur different ways. She shivered and looked back down at Duskfeather, still in her crouch. She straightened up a little, still looking up at the sky. She nodded slightly at his first question, but wanted to make the situation a little better for the both of them.

"Of course I saw you fall, Duskfeather," she mewed, grinning slightly. Her face quickly changed to determination as she thought about what she was about to say. She didn't want to hurt Duskfeather further by walking him back to camp, but it seemed like the only safe way to get him back.

"I-i think I can help you get back to camp. Do you think you can make it if I help you?"

[/color] She stood up more straight now, ready to stand up and help him when he was ready.

"Just nod if you can,"[/color] she added quickly, not wanting to cause him more unnecessary pain by talking[/blockquote][/size]

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(I just realized, Dusk is in two places, I hope that's alright ^.x;)
Duskfeather brought his head up, with as much effort as he could, and weakly began to bring himself up onto all four paws. As he stood, he began to lean, and he managed to get onto all fours, favoring three of his four paws, while leaning heavily on Flamefoot. It was a wonder what would have happened to him if the she-cat hadn't shown up. The spotted tom signed, mostly in pain, but he was also deeply tired. He blinked feverishly, trying to keep his shutting eyes open, at least for a little while.

The cold was managing to numb the toms shoulder, which was good. There was no blood, which was also a good sign, but he also wondered what he had done to his shoulder, if he broke it, fractured, sprained, or merely bruised it. He quickly ruled out the last two he had thought of, as he shifted paws, and a violent spasm of pain wracked his shoulder, and a little bit of his spine. It was hard, at that moment, to stay on all four paws, but he managed it.

As quickly as the clouds had come, the snow had come carried along with it. Duskfeather sighed, as white flakes slowly drifted along him, on his maw, and elsewhere on his pelt, as the two Windclan warriors slowly made their way out of the forest. Each step was a horrid drain of energy, but the tom didn't protest, all he wanted was to be curled up in a nest. And he'd love it if he hadn't hurt his shoulder, but, alas, that wasn't exactly the case the tom had run into. He'd have to see.

Duskfeather kept his head low, and his ears pinned forward, senses still in full blast ever since he was shocked with a spasm of pain, that ran through most of his body. He never did like being hurt, it depressed him, and he never really tended to think right. Slowly, a blanket of sticky white snow had collected on the toms slender form, chilling him even more than he had been before the snow had came.

Unfortunately, and fortunately, as they neared the camp, they also had quite a stretch of uncovered land tom tromp through. There was already a light dusting of snow covering the ground, and the agitated tom had the right mind to not shake off the thickly snow that was covering his pelt, no matter how badly he wanted to. The visibility was slowly receding, as was the daylight. That was the thing about Leaf-bare he despised, the little amount of daylight they received. The day had gone by, in what seemed the blink of an eye.

On a positive note, Duskfeathers mind was kept sharp, as the cold winds whistled in his ears. As the darkness and snow meshed into one, the tom had no idea where the two warriors were heading, his scent, along with others were stale, and the cover of snow was beginning to hide the scent of Flamefoot, and how she had managed to get back to the camp.

"Any idea of where we are?" the tom meowed, still in high spirits. He was fairly sure he wouldn't be, after they reached their camp, and he was placed in the medicine cat's cove, where the snow seeped into his pelt, as chilled him, and as his shoulder began to heal. He knew there would be pain along with healing, so he kept happy as there was no pain.

[tangy]

Flamefoot found herself doing things she didn't think she could do. For one thing, she never thought she could ever have the strength to carry Duskfeather, a fullsized tom Windclan warrior. She was good at covering up how hard it was for her, but she knew it would be all worth it in the end. She shuddered at the cold and the thought of Duskfeather laying there in the cold all night while no one knew where he was.

Flamefoot had to keep from flinching as she felt how hard it was for Duskfeather to walk. This kept her strength up as she supported the tom, glad that he could at least walk. Her thoughts were interrupted by the cold, which came so suddenly she didn't notice it until she felt Duskfeather shiver. The she-cat looked up at the sky for a minute, completely shocked that night was already creeping up on the both of them. Worry began to cloud her vision, but she kept a straight face for Duskfeather; if he could find hope in their situation, then she should easily be able to keep going.

Things can't possibly get worse anyways, she thought to herself, trying to brighten up the mood. She liked talking, but didn't want to cause her companion any pain. It wasn't worth it anyways, and she needed to focus about getting him back to camp. Back to camp...

Flamefoot began to look around anxiously, trying not to stir Duskfeather in any way. Where--where are we? Everything looked the exact same under the night shadow and the blanket of snow. Her ears were now fully alert, her head swiveling around every way.

Duskfeathers words scared her, but she pretended to remain calm. She didn't even realize where she was, and this scared her more than anything. She tried calmly to think of what to do as she smelled around; her scent was completely gone. SHe breathed in and out slowly, shivering a little in the cold. This wasn't good.

"I've lost my scent," she mewed, closing her eyes slowly. "I can't even find my scent. She breathed out slowly, trying to calm herself down. The temperature was getting colder and colder, and she didn't even realize that she was speaking her thoughts outloud. "I'm sorry I was the cat that found you."

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The tom just smiled, stopping. "We can find our way back, although, I must say, we may have to wait until the sun comes up," he meowed, his voice bright. "You may need a rest, anyways," the tom meowed. "I can't be light as a feather, as my name suggest," he chuckled again. He took a deep, shaking breath. He was getting exhausted, and his shoulder throbbed numbly, unmercifully.

"We must be getting close," the tom meowed quietly. Duskfeathers health was now rapidly decreasing, thanks to the decrease in temperature, snow, and how long he had been without any attention to his wound. He began to feel lightheaded.

He sighed, closing his eyes. What once had been a normal, fun hunting trip, had turned for the worse. What would have become of the tom if he hadn't been found. Would he have been in worse condition, possibly even dead? He sighed, thankful that he was found. He didn't care what was happening to his wound, he just wanted to get back, and curl up in a nice..warm..nest.

"We must be," he repeated himself, closing his eyes, and continuing on. He sneezed, making his throat hurt, as he began to shake again. The once good-spirited cat, was now at an all time low. He sighed, wishing for time to reverse.

[dawnstep]

stormsoul

The lithe grey tomcat slipped behind the heather, watching the flashes of movement in front of his glpwing orbs, still large-pupiled with night, though the new day drew closer. His unwavering blue-and-green gaze flicked around after the short, bushy tail and long velvet ears.

The scent of rabbit clouded his thinking and seduced him with such power that he did not realize until the rabbit did that another scent was stirring the breeze. A hawk drifted through the clouds, its eyes zeroing in on its prey. The rabbit sprinted away at the last second, but fwomp! with a dull thud the hawk forced it flat on the ground. The rabbit called to its young, who his safely in their burrow, until with a small crack only the tom and the hawk could hear, its neck was severed and it lay limply in the hawk's claws, dead.

Stormsoul sighed as the hawk flapped into the grey sky. He knew that hawk probably had chicks, since it had carried away its prey rather than eating it right then. A family of hawks. That was all they needed. Snorting, he turned and scented the wind. No rabbits that he could tell, but he could see a tree and smell squirrels. Well, that wasn't much help. He wasn't some tree-climbing ShadowClan hunter. He was a lithe, fast WindClan warrior, designed to catch prey- fast prey- on the ground. He wanted rabbits. But it was leaf-bare, so the rabbits were mostly tucked up in their dens.

Then he remembered the small brace of bunnies in the den. If he could wait for them to come out... But that might take all day. And he couldn't go inside the burrow, it was too small. Sighing and grumbling to himself, once more he lifted his noble grey head and sucked in all the scents he could.

Different scents met him this time; the squirrels were still there, yes, but a new scent greeted him: cats! Two of his fellow WindClan warriors, and to be even more precise, he thought they might have been Duskfeather and Flamefoot.

Excitement coursed through him. The lonely predawn was no longer holding lonely chill over his heart on a solitary hunting mission! He could go to the other two. Maybe they would hunt with him.

The cynical, always present voice in the back of his mind was sneering. They're just cats! You know what happens to you when you get to attached to any cat, let alone your entire Clan! They all die someday, you know.

"Shut up," he muttered to the voice. "They're my clanmates, and I'll be 'attached' if I want to. I've been telling you for ages, this is no way to live."

Ah, but I [/i]control you. It's my world. My mind. Not[/i] yours.

"No," growled Stormsoul. "It's my mind. Remember what my mother told me at the Moonpool? I'm sure you do, even if you say otherwise. Well, she was right."

And with the final word, he bounded away to find the two warriors, leaping sage and heather, clearing rocks with huge strides, until he found the both warriors aroung fifty tail-lengths from a large tree. He gasped in surprise as he saw Duskfeather's shoulder was out of place and twisted. "What happened?" he asked dumbly, staring at the painful-looking wound.

[tangy]

Flamefoot flashed a weak smile at Duskfeather; how could a cat in such a painful situation remain so bold? She herself knew that she would never understand it, and sighed as she thought about what the two of them should do next. The slow, darkening sky worried her. She knew there were plenty of preditors who could easily find both of them. It wasn't worth moving on, and Flamefoot decided that the two should find shelter before it was uncomfortably dark outside. The cold was already almost too much for her to bear.

Just before she voiced her opinions, Stormsoul appeared not a few feet from them. His sudden concerned voice scared her, and she felt herself jump slighly. How embarassing..

[/color] she thought to herself, knowing Duskfeather had to have felt how easily she became tense. She shook of her embarrassment and focused on the task at hand. Nothing mattered but Duskfeather's safety right now, and that's exactly what she was going to do.

"Stormsoul,"[/color] she mewed, glad that he had appeared. "Duskfeather fell. We were looking for the camp, but I think we're lost. "[/color] She didn't want to look helpless, and decided to voice her possible plan to both of them.

"We passed a shelter not too far from here. I think it would be best if you could help me get Duskfeather there instead of risk trying to get back to camp. I think it's the best way."[/color] Flamefoot felt sudden relief as she realized that she would get help moving Duskfeather. She knew she was probably causing him more pain than necessary; it was embarrassing how weak she felt right now, but would worry about that later.[/size][/blockquote]

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Duskfeather's head spun. They had passed a shelter? When? Why hadn't she pointed it out? The pain was ever increasing, and doing so quickly, almost as if it was glad to be spreading. The Wind Clan toms shoulder seared with stiffness, and was glazed with pain. He found himself limping harder at each step they took. He decided to stop. He could not go on the way it was.

"I understand we're lost." 'Personally, I'm ashamed of myself, not able to find my way back into the camp,' "I'd like to get back, either way to the shelter, or to camp," he meowed quietly, his eyes sparkling with new found pain, "but, I really do hate to be a bothersome load to help back into camp," he continued on politely, flinching, "my shoulder is really beginning to become a bother, and it's beginning to make the rest of my body sore," he meowed, looking helplessly at the two that stood before and beside him. Help. To help him. And he wanted to stop.

"But, if we're close to camp, anywhere near camp, I can continue on, I need the tending of a medicine cat. If not, I do believe Ill be able to go another night without it, then in the morning.." he cut off, his voice becoming light. It had been dark for a fair amount of time, and it was only a matter of hours before it was dawn. There would be a patrol.

That is unless they were close to camp. One question popped into his mind, and he narrowed his eyes deep in thought. What, exactly, was Stormsoul doing out in their own territory at this time of the evening? He shrugged the thought off, knowing he went out at night to think about things, and yet, this poor tom had to run into helpless me. Helpless little injured me.

[dawnstep]

"Stormsoul, Duskfeather fell. We were looking for the camp, but I think we're lost. "

"We passed a shelter not too far from here. I think it would be best if you could help me get Duskfeather there instead of risk trying to get back to camp. I think it's the best way."

Stormsoul nodded his grey head. "I agree,"[/color] he meowed. "If we can get to the shelter, I can hunt and catch a rabbit- I'm pretty sure, anyway, I've had fairly good luck recently."[/color] He knew he was babbling, but what else was he supposed to do? The cynical voice was regaining strength- just as he decided to care again, what should happen but an injured Clanmate.

"I understand we're lost. I'd like to get back, either way to the shelter, or to camp," he heard Duskfeather meow, and the tom's eyes shone with pain, "but, I really do hate to be a bothersome load to help back into camp, my shoulder is really beginning to become a bother, and it's beginning to make the rest of my body sore. But, if we're close to camp, anywhere near camp, I can continue on, I need the tending of a medicine cat. If not, I do believe Ill be able to go another night without it, then in the morning..."

Storsoul listened curiosly as Duskfeather's voice seemed to lighten and become a bit happier at the end of his little speach; for a moment, he wondered why, then realized what the other tom must also have thought of: it was nearly dawn, and a patrol would pass near here soon!

"Listen, I have an idea,"[/color] he meowed quickly. "The patrol will be coming soon, it's almost dawn. Flamefoot, you and I will quickly get Duskfeather to the shelter you're talking about, and then I'll seek out the patrol. Would that work?"[/color] he ended politely, hoping he hadn't sounded rude and bossy.

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WC: 371
Muse: not much. -_-
Inspiration: Both of you guy's posts. :3