Oaksting is at his wit's end.

Disabled several moons ago when his legs were broken and improperly healed, he has spent too much of his time stuck around camp and in the elder's den. It's a feeling he despises.. being cooped up, useless. Unable to help his Clan.

In his desperation to prove he isn't a waste of space and time, he decides to do something reckless. Though he cannot walk easily, he makes his way out of camp and into the moor.

Days pass. He does not return.

A hunting patrol comes across a burrow with stones on top of it. It has collapsed after recent rain loosened the soil, and mixed in the rubble, Oaksting's upper half is visible. It appears he tried to escape the caving burrow but was unable to move fast enough, resulting in his legs being buried in soil and rock.

The patrol manages to dig him out and return him to camp, though he is unconscious for the journey. A medical examination by Coyotesnarl would confirm his back legs and tail are broken, but leads to the opportunity of them being set properly so they can heal and he can resume being a warrior.

Whether or not the patrol checks in on him is up to the roleplayer's. Once his legs healed he'll be sliding on over to Twilightstar to try to become a warrior again since he'd no longer have issues moving (for the most part!)

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Not the most glamorous plot, but something I've whipped up to give this guy more to do in WindClan. Kinda bored as an elder.

I'll need a couple of cats willing to be the hunting patrol that comes across him, digs him out, and brings him to Coyotesnarl.

No real requirements, they just need to at least have a warrior to help drag his skinny hide back to camp. :)

I got Creekpaw here. He's almost a warrior btw @BILL.