The trudge back to camp normally wasn't too long from where Bumbleflight and Brightpath had been. It was a relatively short distance compared to other areas in the territory. It would have been an easy trip...
If Bumbleflight didn't have a half-dying cat on his back, barely clinging to life.
No, not half dead! Bumbleflight mentally scolded himself.
Not... Yet!!! The tom huffed as he finally crossed through the camp entrance, sides heaving from the effort. No doubt the two cats made a strange and worrying sight: Bumbleflight was stumbling and sore, and his claws were stained with blood (who's blood? He couldn't tell anymore) but Brightpath had the worst of it. That fox trap that caught them had mainly been ruined with Bumbleflight's attempts to free his friend, but the wire still hugged Brightpath's throat tightly, and just the bloody sight of his friend was enough to make the dark brown tabby's own throat constrict. Why was there so much blood??? Why wasn't it stopping?!
As gently as he could, Bumbleflight lowered Brightpath down to the ground, stumbling over himself when a shot of pain shot up his injured paws. He ignored it, however, and instead looked wildly around the clearing, his amber eyes wide with uncharacteristic fear.
"Hey! I need some help here!!!"
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Shade. (For Cloudy, Sparrow, and to see for medical or something despite being half dead-)
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