[vellichor]

•° Violetfreckle °•
Rapid Recovery • Collector • Master Scout

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Bumblestar's cry pierced through her consciousness, pulling Violetfreckle from her hazy dream to the real world. She was half-tempted to ignore the call -- she could already feel the beginnings of a headache forming in her temples. But she figired this was important, so she gathered herself, groomed a few untidy pieces of fur (she didn't want to look like she'd just been napping), and gingerly made her way out, taking care not to place weight on her injured leg. Having three usable legs was awful, she had no idea how Mudhound managed.

The first thing she saw was two bodies on the ground -- one small and frail, the other of a somewhat familiar and infamously troublesome cat. A twinge of sadness gripped her heart, but was soon transformed into worry. Her olive eyes rounded as she looked up at Bumblestar, covered in blood. Oh, dear Skies and Stars. Was she okay? Was she hurt? Was-- no, no. Bumblestar was probably fine.

Just in case, maybe Violetfreckle would pay the leader a visit in her den, though. Just to make sure.