[Undertaker]

 

Originally Posted by Starfinder

Whiteheart blinked slowly. Blurry blobs obscured his vision. He knew he needed help real bad, or he might die. Although... his presence in camp was like one of a ghost's; there but never really. Probably nobody would realize if he was gone, even dead.

He sighed, squirming painfully, trying to move, to get back to camp. He couldn't stand, his front legs were both currently non-functional. Blood crusted the ground beneath him. "Hello?ANybody? Hi, I kinda need help..." he croaked, his throat sore.

And the only thing he could do was wait for someone to come, anyone at all, to help him.

[Open Roleplay]

"I thought I smelt blood." Silently slithering out of the shadows, the golden-eyed she-cat peered at Whiteheart with a mixture of disapproval and... something. "I'm not going to even ask, I keep telling you furballs to be weary about predators," Dawnstar grumbled, leaning down to sniff at Whiteheart's front legs. "You're clearly not walking, so carrying it's going to be." The gigantic feline moved towards the back of Whiteheart's neck. "This is probably going to hurt, you ready?"

 

Originally Posted by KittyloverWV

Darkkit strays into Shadowclan territory!

"Huh? You're not one of mine." Dawnstar snarled, claws out as her eyes located a kit that didn't seem to belong here. "Trespassing a little young, not that its my problem."