Oriental shaped ears perked in response to a familiar voice yowling Mossfreckle's name in the clearing - Swanpaw. Hasily the brown freckled cat rose from their comfy spot in the medicine cat’s den and trotted to the clearing - how could a cat confined to the camp hurt themselves… how mouse brained could Swanpaw be. Mossy hues flared as they took in the crumpled and bloody form of Swanpaw - the cat they had come to love as a little brother - lying hazily conscience in the clearing. Another feline - Hickoryspinter - stood peering over the apprentice with a confused look on his face.

Mossfreckle felt the too common pang of guilt claw at his heart… was Swanpaw his fault, he knew it was not, the only fault was the apprentices brain with seemed to be as soft as down. Their white tipped paws sent thorn-sharp claws into the soft clearing earth in silent resignation, he could silently allow his starry mind to reel in guilt and anger and pain later, not in this moment, however. Mossy hues turned to gaze upon Hickorysplinter but their real focus was Swanpaw in their peripheral, “Hickorysplinter, take Swanpaw to the med den,” they meowed curtly, this situation was too dire to be anything but quick. Fear frosted his heart as he turned to trot quickly to the medicine cat’s den in search of Lostspark ( @Rose ), his grey fluffy oriental shaped mentor would know what to do, Mossfreckle themselves could handle the blood but the bones where past his knowledge and training.