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It had been many, many moons since he had last been in a clan. In all of his dreams, he saw himself proudly marching back into camp, smiling as his family asked him about his whereabouts. It would be a joyful reunion, or perhaps he would be punished for being gone for so long, but he would be home, so everything would have been fine. Would his family be happy to see him again, when they thought him dead? Maybe they would have thought a ghost had taken a more solid form. There were so many possibilities and scenarios that ran through his mind, and he'd plenty of time to think each one out carefully.
Even so, never once did he imagine that his first steps back in a clan would be like this. The grey tom struggled to drag himself into FallClan territory, his hind legs nearly useless. Scratches and large cuts covered his large body, his long fur stained in blood. His smile replaced by grimaces of pain. He was no medicine cat, but he had helped enough injured cats out of the mountains to know that he would never fully recover from these wounds. Especially if he couldn't find someone to help him. A badly injured cat, stranded on his own and unable to flee, made a great target for predators.
Post by complacentdevil on Sept 1, 2021 1:45:30 GMT -5
Ghostwood was on a patrol. Or rather, what he considered babysitting for the medicine cat apprentice. He kept going on about some sort of mushroom, mumbling to himself as the warrior stood idly by, his ears pressed against his skull in general annoyance at the whole ordeal. It was boring to say the least, they werent even finding whatever nonsense he wanted anyways. Then came the sound of shuffling, dragging through the leaves. Pained breaths reached his ears, and he perked up, his brows furrowing as he searched for the direction it came from. "Weaselpaw," he called, the medicine cat looking up towards the warrior in question, picking up on the sounds himself. The two stopped their search and headed in the direction, finding a crumpled cat in the leaves of the forest floor.
"Ghostwood help me," Weaselpaw asked, the warrior and apprentice both moving to either side of the stranger, "Are you able to stand?" he asked, nudging him with his shoulder.
The appearance of others made his heart flutter in hope for just a moment, before fear momentarily washed over him. There was no guarantee that these two cats were here to help him. For all he knew, they would put an end to the life that he had been fighting so hard to keep. The pounding of his heart in his ears had blocked out the first words that they spoke, as they moved next to him, and his breathing froze. Green eyes watched every movement, waiting for whatever was to come.
Then, the younger cat spoke again and nudged him. At first, the fluffy tom's immediate reaction was to flinch away from the touch, but the sudden movement brought a new stab of pain up his useless legs, drawing out a hiss. "I wouldn't be dragging myself like this if I could," he said, the pain making his words much more strained and sharp than he had intended, but he didn't have the energy to correct it. He was still wary of the pair, after all.
Post by complacentdevil on Sept 13, 2021 17:06:27 GMT -5
we literally had a cat with saddle thrombosis come into my clinic today so this hits home lol )
Weaselpaw nodded, wondering what he might be able to do. "Do you have any feeling in your legs at all?" he asked, brows furrowing over his darkening eyes. Worry flashed in them for a second, but he knew they should do something if they could. The grey furred warrior looked at the medicine cat with a confused look, almost disappointed. "I can drag him if you need," he offered, but was cut short by a quick shake of the younger cats' head. Any weird jerks or movement could make it worse if he felt nothing. Either was he needed to get the stranger back to camp, where he could work properly.
