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Without saying anything more Dovefoot followed after Fallenwing. She kept alert just in case anything else was to come out from the undergrowth after the fawn. Feeling secure, she placed her attention on the young deer once it came into view, her muscles tensing and her claws ready to unsheathe in an attempt to bring the fawn down.

The she-cat nodded. Finishing it off. Seemed simple enough - she for sure couldn't give chase due to her limp.

As ready as she was for the fawn to head her way, Dovefoot hadn't prepared herself for the fawn's speed. She knew they were fast - all deer were - but this fawn seemed faster than usual. The gray she-cat attempted to jump forward and leap at the fawn in hopes of grabbing it by the throat, but instead, Dovefoot was rammed into by the fawn. The warrior fell on her back and rolled, not able to get to her paws before the fawn quite literally ran Dovefoot over. Despite its small frame and youth, the fawn was not light compared to Dovefoot.

A cough came from the warrior. She tried to get to her paws, but she let out a weak yelp and fell back down, wincing as she hit the ground. Dovefoot clenched her teeth together, the pain worse in her flank and back leg. She shuddered, looking up at Falconwing as he rushed over; she tried not to wince as he pressed up against her. "I..." Dovefoot wanted to say she was fine, but she knew it was obvious that she wasn't. "I'm not sure if I can get up..."

As soon as anger spilled from Falconwing, Dovefoot felt herself shrink into her own skin. "Falconwing!" She called out, her voice feeble from pain. "It isn't Fallenwing's fault! This could have happened to any cat at any time." Trying to get up once more, Dovefoot pushed up. She managed to get half way up before falling again, wincing and holding back a yelp. Even if Falconwing was the Clan's deputy, Dovefoot knew deep down that he shouldn't be getting so angry at Fallenwing.

Dovefoot sighed. At least the two weren't going to fight, at least for right now. It wasn't fair to Fallenwing with Falconwing always on his case about something; maybe it was something Dovefoot could point out one day, but certainly not right now.

The she-cat nodded as Falconwing and Fallenwing padded over. She braced herself for the pain that would come rushing over her once they picked her up; she had to grit her teeth together to stop a yowl from slipping out. The she-cat did give a few groans here and there, shuddering when the two toms put her down in Bogfeather's den. Dovefoot looked up at the medicine cat, trusting her to do what was needed to make her feel better. She then looked at Falconwing, smiling in a painful manner. "It's not your fault," she breathed, hoping he wouldn't feel bad about this.

Dovefoot felt her ears flatten as Falconwing walked away and out of Bogfeather's den. The she-cat sighed, lowering her head down onto the mossy nest. Would Falconwing come and visit any while she was in here? Would he even care enough? Dovefoot tried to push those thoughts to the side. She had to concentrate on getting better, not on Falconwing.

Near the warriors' den sat Brackenfang. He had noticed Falconwing and Fallenwing bring a hurt Dovefoot back to camp, but he had no idea what had happened. For a long moment he wondered if he even really cared all that much. He would learn from some cat what had happened sooner or later.

[Sure c: ]

Already the she-cat was feeling much better. She was extremely sore, but she hadn't been too badly injured. After Bogfeather had looked her over, she realized she had pretty much just bruised her ribs. But as for her leg...she had jarred it again, the same leg she had a limp in. Now that was going to be something that if it didn't heal just right, then her limp would become even worse.

Immediately her day became brighter as Falconwing bounded in. Dovefoot pushed herself up, a wide smile crossing her muzzle. She couldn't help but purr as the tom touched her flank. "I'm feeling better," she replied softly. "Bogfeather knows exactly what she's doing."

Falconwing was worried about her? The thought of that made the gray female purr ever so slightly. "Falconwing, the big bad deputy, worried about little ol' me?" She teased, eyes sparking with laughter and something like affection.

Dovefoot blinked at the tom's sudden change of mood. She looked away, feeling a bit bad if she had embarrassed him or something. When he looked back at her, the gray warrior smiled warmly and placed a paw over one of his. "Well, no matter why you're here, thanks for checking on me. It means a lot." It means more than you will probably ever know, she thought to herself.

Why did Falconwing have to be so charming? He was perfect in Dovefoot's mind, the only tom in the Clan she could see herself with. Would it ever happen? Would she ever be able to call him her mate? Dovefoot tried to push those thoughts away as she smiled at the mottled brown cat. "Thank you, Falconwing," she mewed gently. Saying nothing more, the only sound that came after some time was a low rumbling noise - Dovefoot's stomach growling. Oops.

Dovefoot purred in response. "Thank you." She would have liked to get up and get her own meal, but she knew she wouldn't be able to make it that far. Her leg was still in bad condition, walking on it too much would only slow down the already slow healing process it was attempting.

She had found herself grooming out some of her gray fur by the time Falconwing came back; the she-cat blinked and looked up, smiling as the tom padded over. At his words a tremendous flood of heat washed over her, enough to even make her fur stand on end. "O-oh, Falconwing...th-thank you," she stammered, embarrassed just about as much as he was.

"It's fine," the she-cat murmured, looking down at her paws. After a moment she looked back up and placed the mouse closer to her. "Would you like to share?" Dovefoot softly asked, blinking up at Falconwing with her soft green eyes.