[lark.]

Blackfrost
50 moons • RiverClan warrior • she/her
long-furred, mostly black tortoiseshell she-cat with sharp blue eyes

With one final heave, Blackfrost hauled Roseshard through the medicine den entrance. She dropped his limp form to the floor without ceremony — she could feel every step she'd taken to get here, deep in her bones.

"Mistyshard," she called, more breathily than usual, "We have a head trauma. Fell out of a tree chasing a squirrel... or something." She exhaled heavily and sat down. She screwed her eyes shut and thought longingly of her nest in the warriors den. Yet she knew she was a long way off from sleep.

"He was showing some confusion, and then fell unconscious again. I dragged him all the way back and he didn't even twitch." Dead weight, that's what he was. That of a full grown warrior who Blackfrost had just had to drag halfway across the territory, on her own. She had thought to run for help, but she didn't know how critical Roseshard's condution was, and she really wasn't the gambling type when it came to the lives of her clanmates.

"Do you need me for anything? Clarification... or... or, uh, questions..." Her vision went dark and swam like a river. She knew that wasn't good, especially already sitting down. She took a deep breath and waited it out. "I think I'll be needing something to eat," she admitted to no one in particular. The thought reminded her of the prey Roseshard had left, and she held back a sigh thinking of the trip to fetch it.

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