[monfang]

Lambkit walked in- well, rather limped in- with the assistance of a warrior. His vivid green eyes looked for the medicine cat, but- to him- he saw none. He saw a few cats and an orange apprentice. He didn't know that the apprentice was the medicine cat. "Uhm... H-Hey where's the Medicine Cat? Uh.. Kestrel-... Kestrel..." His voice trailed as he tried to remember Kestrelberry's name, huffing with each pause. He shook, his aching and exhausted muscles now struggling to support his frail body. He didn't know where to look or where to even sit. Before he could move, his legs gave out and he collapsed, a small, thin plume of dust encasing him for a few seconds, eyes closed tight as he winced in pain. He tried to stand, but his legs wobbled and gave out again before he was fully up. The 8 moon tom was too weak to now stand. He was beaten and starved for 5 moons, by the rogues that stole him from home when he was just a kit. His white and black pelt was caked with mud, claw marks on his shoulders, flanks, and neck. Some minor wounds on his face. He breathed heavily as he layed.
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