[chaton]

- @Arie @SilentLamb -

The journey home seemed to take so long... everything was a blur as Ploverspot rushed him back to the camp as fast as he could go. Eventually, Myrtlepaw was able to make it to the medicine den, the temporary cobwebs that covered his face hindered his already ruined vision as he stumbled into a nearby nest, focusing on trying not to cry from his already pained wounds. The adrenaline had slowly faded... and now all he could feel was the pain. He called out to no one in particular, pleading for help. "The... the squirrel... it... it... it... scratched... me... scratched... my... my face... and... my... eyes. Blood... blood came... fast... very... very fast." The russet tom was shaking, both in pain and humiliation. He let himself get beat by a prey, how could he ever live this down? "Please... just... just help... the pain... pain... to... to stop..."