Today was just an awful day! It didnt begin that way, not at all, at the start it was rather nice. The birds were singing and Mudhound woke warm and comfortable able to sleep in without being dragged off to dawn patrol. The warrior had been ecstatic, planning on spending the day refining their poor stalking skills in the forest trying to close the small gap of knowledge they had solo from their time as a rogue.
Thats when disaster struck. Mudhound had forgotten about brambles. The tripod had been sailing into a bush after a bird they'd managed to get close to when their back paw, the only one they had and the one that bore their entire substantial body weight in that moment, hit the ground. Right over a thorn. With the weight and force of an entire leaping maine coon over it that thorn had gone in deep. The whole thing was horribly painful and the screech the warrior let out had spared both the bird almost in their jaws but also every single bird in the area. Not that Muddy was doing any more hunting in their state. Nope they'd immediately limped home to try and get it out.
Except.... Well they couldnt exactly keep that paw off the ground while walking, there was no other leg to hobble on and it had only driven the thorn in deeper. Plus as the chunky and bulky cat was finding out their large frame made it downright impossible to twist around and grab the damn thing to yank it out! They were doomed! This definitely wasnt important to bother the temporary medicine cat with and Mudhound was still kinda.... hesitant of her (which was stupid even barring fighting skills Muddy was so large and Roseraven so small they could just squash her) it was just. Ugh Mudhound didnt know! All they knew was that they were doomed! This thorn was never coming out and they'd never walk right without pain again! The world was awful now!
The large warrior whined, half in physical pain half in emotional, catastrophizing in the strangest position a cat could possibly hold to do so. Rocked back on their butt, injured paw straight up in the air on a fully extended and locked leg, front paws curled into their chest and face as they leaned on the wall of the warriors den. Again whine-mewling sadly all the while seemingly oblivious to the blood dripping off of their aloft paw.
If this was at all normal to the cats in the warriors den (cats Mudhound was ignoring to internally panic) then something was seriously wrong with thunderclan.
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Shade. (Behold! The pathetic beast! Brought low by the scourge of plants! They'll warm up to rose fast after she 'saves' them lol)