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"Well, Cloudweaver," the white tom muttered to himself, "this is not your finest moment."
Cloudweaver's day had been going pretty swell up until that very moment--he'd miraculously been able to sleep in, he hadn't gotten assigned to any patrols, he'd eaten his favourite food, rabbit, for lunch--and then everything had fallen apart. He'd decided to go hunting to replace the rabbit he'd eaten, and he'd been chasing after a particularly large vole when he'd tripped on a log and faceplanted awkwardly into the ground. Now, his face was covered in dirt and he couldn't move one of his paws without wanting to scream in pain. I do so much for my Clan, and this is how life rewards me. Typical.
"Is anyone around? No?" Cloudweaver called out. After a few moments of resounding silence, he sighed. "Oh well. Guess I'll die."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Dec 12, 2020 16:18:14 GMT -5
It seemed that fortune would be smiling about the tom once more, as a voice answered him "Hello?" came quite a girly voice, followed by a series of giggles. Looking up he would see a bright red figure standing up above him on the log, two celadon eyes staring back down at him. She hopped down gracefully, the sun bringing out the slivers of bronze in her pelt as she joined Cloudweaver, the whisps of her fur whipping around her thin frame "Took a little fall?" she mused, taking in the mud on his face and the awkward way he held his paw. It was his lucky day, the cat to find him was none other than WinterClan's new witch.
However, unfortunately she had yet to start any of her medical training. Wintrystar was working on finding someone to teach her, so for now she was about as helpful as any other apprentice "Let me take a look"
"I wouldn't call it a little fall," Cloudweaver muttered, giving the witch a dubious glance. Sure, she had the credentials, but...hadn't she only gotten her job, like, really recently? A feeling of intense dread came over him.
"You know what, I might be able to just walk it off," he said quickly, and before Roseshade could intervene, attempted to haul himself up onto all four paws. Predictably, he screamed in pain and faceplanted a second time. He looked up at the witch and blinked dazedly. "...'Tis merely a flesh wound?"
