Quote:
Originally Posted by Megan
@ Charmer
Streampaw was up in a tree, trying to catch a squirrel when she felt her paws slip off the tree branch she was in. The young apprentice fell out of the tree, landing on her left leg. She let out a yowl of pain as she hit the ground with a loud 'Thud'. Streampaw laid on the ground as her eyes began to close slowly as she went into a coma. 'I must keep my eyes's open! I can't fall asleep! I need to get back to the camp. |
(He gets names wrong all the time. Heads up).
Shinefang was making his way through the territory, feeling better than he had in moons! The glittery fox-heart in the sky who had told him about Willow bark was a genius. His joint hadn't felt this good since he was a young warrior and the stiffness in his joints vanished minutes after he ate his first strip of the day. He was in such a pleasant mood that while he was gathering cobwebs from a bush, he was humming a tune. "I'll give a mossball if you give a mouse. He'll give a mouse she gives a shrew. She'll give a shrew if I change her moss. Hmmm Hmm Dumdiddy doo." When suddenly, a shriek somewhere nearby startled him badly enough that he ripped his paw away, ripping the cobweds as her did so. "Foxdung!" he cursed, turning with flattened ears and a scowl. The old tom trounced in the direction of the sound, ready to give the kitwit who thought yowling like that over a thorn in their paw was worth the ruined webs a piece of his mind. But as he burst through the bushes, he saw a shecat apprentice lying on the ground, barely keeping her eyes open. He ran to her side at one. "Seapaw? Stay with me. Can you hear me?"