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Celestialpaw wasn't going to be impressed with him, he didn't think. It was a good thing that they hadn't been together when Servalpaw had managed to fall right through the earth. Well, maybe it wasn't a good thing, as if she had been there, maybe he wouldn't have had to figure out how to climb back up with a probably shoulder. His eyes narrowed as he made his way into the medicine cat's den; by the time he got there, he collapsed just inside, no longer able to carry his body weight on his broken appendage. "Anyone home?" he called, his words coated with pain. This, it seemed, was not one of the tom's best days.
There was a snort from the deep, shadowed recesses of the den, as though someone had been startled awake, before a small white form stumbled into the illuminated patch of the space, pink and purple eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the light filtering in. She cleared her throat, flushing hot from head to toe in embarassment, her neck itching with the reddening skin.
“I’m so sorry,” she began to ramble, tail hung so low it was dragging on the earth, “I’ve been trying to keep up with the influx because of the mosquitoes and mud, but it finds a way to pull me under.” She coughed. “And… you didn’t want to know that. Sorry.” She winced, shaking herself and trying to focus on the task at hand.
“What happened?” She began to inspect every part of him, though the way he awkwardly held his arm told her that was the source of the significant damage. There was a nick just above his eye, though, that looked deep enough to pose just as potential a threat as what was ailing him.
She sat back and reached out with her paws, gently feeling at the tom’s arm. It didn’t feel broken. Sprained, perhaps, which in her eyes could be downright near as painful. She nodded to herself silently, waiting for Servalpaw to speak.
He had tried to ignore his face wound completely, mostly because the idea that his face was bleeding made him a little sick to his stomach. She seemed immediately intrigued by it, though. That couldn't be a good sign, could it? He clenched his jaw for a moment, before shifting to speak.
"I was hunting this afternoon, and it seems like my luck was a little... less than what I could have hoped," the normally cheerful tom let out a forced laugh, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I fell through one of the Regime's old underground tunnels. Seems I forgot they existed completely, well, at least I had before.... this." He glanced down at himself, still covered in the dirt that his fur had acquired as he struggled to climb out. His lips turned into a boyish smile. "Don't reckon I'll be forgetting about them any time soon again, though."
Sakurapaw’s mismatched gaze slid over his face from his injured arm at the forced laugh. She hummed at the end of his tale, her eyes briefly dancing in amusement, a stark contrast to the dead look she often had since the incessant rains had begun. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” She teased, pulling away to snag a few herbs and a firm reed to act as a splint. “I fear being reckless is just part of your personality.” She smiled a bit. “That’s not an entirely bad thing. We could do with a little chaos from time to time.”
"Hey!" he meowed in slight indignation, although the chuckle in his voice showed he wasn't really offended, not really. "I've gotten a lot better recently, at least. It's been what, three months since I've had to be in here? That's like... an entire eighth of my apprentice ship I went without incident!" It had been a long time since the tom had gotten into trouble, something that most of the clan attributed to the fact that the other two in the terrible trio of apprentices were no longer in the clan. Sure, that had prompted a mini depression, but now, it helped him be on his best behavior. He laughed again at her final words, offering a flick of his tail. "Something tells me that Celestialpaw isn't going to have the same reaction," the tom purred, thinking of his mate for just a moment. "How do you think I should explain this one? I think she'd just look at me if I told her it was completely 100% mostly not my fault this time."
Sakurapaw smiled and shook her head. “She’ll just be happy you’re alright,” she glanced at his arm with a wince, “more or less. Even if she may punish you for your life choices in her own way.” She stepped back, all she could do officially done. “You’ll need to come back to get it checked on, just in case it possibly heals wrong or gets worse, but other than that, you should be good.” She hummed. “Just don’t put a whole lot of weight on it and keep your movement to infrequent episodes. I’ll let your mentor know that you’ll be grounded to camp while you’re healing. You can help me out, if you so wish, so you aren’t bored out of your mind or vegging out, or I’m sure the elders or queens could use your help.”
