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Originally Posted by woly

[CENTER][FONT="Times New Roman"]Their claws stung. They felt like they were going to be ripped from their paws they were gripping the rock tightly. Only their head was above the water, the rest of their bodt effortlessly shifting to the way the water moved. All it needed was Daypaw to let go. It was tempting, to make a deal with the devil. Die and your pain goes away, or live in exhausted agony till the day you die. Maybe they should let go. Let go of the anger and hatred they felt for Starclan right now. Every drop of rain felt like another dagger against their head. It felt like it was pounding, it blocked out most of the thunder. They could smell blood, the space under their left ear was bleeding from the fall. Their eyes were lidded. The dark water looked inviting. For a moment, Daypaw felt at peace. They never felt like they belong with the other medcats. They didnt have a mentor to help them fit in, they didnt have parents who they would accept. Their siblings lived different lives then Daypaw-training to be a warrior. Its something Day had always envied. They didnt hold Starclan above them like the other medcats, were they out of place? Did they belong in the line of Shadowclans medicine cats? The water reminded them of something theyd see in a dream. Dark and errie like a monster, lapping at the edges of their fur. Tugging, tugging for them to let go. A temptation that they couldnt take back. Their body ached from running up and down the hill ushering their patients to safety. They put everyone else before them, and this one moment Daypaw thought of themselves. What would make them happy> Living a life where they got no sleep, everytime they closed their eyes was a world of detruction in ruins. Their body always exhausted from not resting or eating properly. Living a life where cats disrespected them on a daily basis for their gender. Daypaw saw a glimpse of Cricketpaw. Was she here to take them to Starclan? For Daypaw to become a cat they have always dreaded to be? To live their after life as a hypocrite? They smiled towards her,"Old friend," they would be with Cricket again. They would live in a world where it was peaceful, no nightmares and no worries. They thought for a moment. Would their mother miss them? How would their siblings feel? Would Hale find a new medcat, even if in Riverclan? The thoughts were endless but the same temptation edged in their mind. Tug tug tug. Let go. Just do it, youll be okay. Let go. Let go. Let go. Youll be safe here. They let their claws shelth as they let go of the rock, but suddenly felt claws in their scruff. They felt numb. They wanted to go to their mother and curl up like a kit again before all of this happened. They were so young, an apprentice, and they considered just letting go. Daypaw choked on their breath, more water ozzing from their lungs as they struggled for air. Broken amber hues looked at the dark water. Another time.

As she felt his body go limp beneath her struggling claws, Minkpaw growled, a little more than irritated at their ability to just give up. "Great StarClan, Daypaw, what would Kestrelberry think? What would your Clan think? What are you, a mouse that got it's foot scraped? Get. Up." With that remark, and the urgency of their current situation hovering like bees around her, the tabby she-cat gave one final haul, thrusting her back end behind her in an effort to haul the medicine cat up to safety. Every muscle shrieked in defiance - all her energy had been spent making sure the kits and elders were properly evacuated before she had set her sights on Daypaw. And now they weren't even fighting for their own life. I'll have to have a talk with them, she thought, opening one eye to cast a glare in their direction.

Minkpaw's ears swiveled around as she heard the medicine cat choking; the mud was sinking into Daypaw's fur and making it harder to drag them up. Swallowing a bit of bile that rose in her throat, the ShadowClan apprentice reached forward, fastening her teeth into the available scruff of Daypaw's neck, sinking both back feet into the ground and unhooking one forepaw for balance. "Fight! Don't you dare give up," she snarled through a mouthful of his fur, pulling backwards as much as she could. Once she finally was able to move them a couple inches, onto a steadier part of the land - a piece where they wouldn't fall victim to the sinkhole behind them, Minkpaw let go and fellbackwards, sides heaving as she fought for air herself. Her vision began to glaze over just a bit as black waves threatened to roll over and take her under. Sleep sounded so nice right now, and a warm fuzzy feeling began to seep through her veins the longer she lied on the sodden grass.

Only a couple seconds passed however before Minkpaw heaved herself up, walking over to Daypaw on shaky limbs. "Come on," she muttered, still breathing heavily to slow her racing pulse - a elevated heart rate would aide this situation in no way, shape, or form. Looking down at the mud soaked body before her, she raked her brain for what to do. Choking on water indicated an obstruction of the throat, so Minkpaw gathered both forepaws and placed them on Daypaw's chest, pressingly firmly down in a rapid motion as if to dislodge the water that was stuck. "Come on..." she repeated, her eyes never leaving Daypaw's face.