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Swiftflight didn't even have to set it down to know he couldn't. It would hurt too badly, even for him to try and ignore it. Besides, in his mind, there was no point in acting tough with an injury by trying to ignore it; that only made the wound worsen, usually. He glanced at Talonscar. "Don't get anymore blood on the rabbit," he meowed to the other tom - proud of that catch - then, without another word to either cat, turned and began to limp back to camp, a speck of red dotting a grass blade here and there in his wake.

Talonscar gave a nod of acknowledgment and started padding off back to camp rather briskly to deposit the prey before the deputy and his fellow clanmate. He stopped at the treeline to pick up the rabbit just as Swiftflight had mentioned and spotted it in a heap. He dropped the two mice in his jaws, grabbing the much bigger piece of prey before picking up the mice by the tails, continuing in to camp.
Upon reaching camp, he entered, his jaws growing tired from carrying the prey. He set the prey down along with the older pieces of prey and glanced back out of camp, waiting for the arrival of his two clanmates, pondering on whether or not he should go back to help Redheart and Swiftflight.


[ EDIT : I just realized that you edited the post as I was posting. ]

Internally, Swiftflight was beating himself for running from the fox. He knew it was wrong of him to do as a warrior, yes, but at that moment, something in him just clicked. It made his mind go blank so his body acted on its own, and, due to past trauma, it simply wanted to get away to avoid the same, or a worse, situation. Even though his paw throbbed, sending pulsating waves of pain up his leg to fade away at his chest only to be quickly replace by another wave, he did not regret his decision to return and fight. he had helped Redheart, maybe even possibly saving her life, who knows? But, best of all, he had helped defend his clan, though, he would never forgive himself for fleeing at first instinct. At least, he knew this would only happen with foxes, the one thing he feared above all else. "I'm sorry," he muttered quietly to the red deputy. He hoped she knew what for, just so he didn't have to say it; he didn't want to say he had been a coward.

"I didn't conquer it. I only faced it that one time," Swiftflight said, anger for himself flaring up in his words and a bit of sorrow actually cracking it once. "What happens when another fox attacks? I don't know if I'll be able to stand up to it again. Enemy cats, I can handle. Wolverines, even dogs are fine, but foxes... After that one took half of my tail... It-it's the one thing I can't face without my heart racing and my legs telling me to run away as fast as I can." His mew cracked several more times, and he looked towards Redheart, stopping to do so with his paw still up in the air. Unlike most times, his green eyes were now filled with worry, dread, and fear. "What if I let the clan down next time?" The wall he worked so hard to keep intact and maintain constantly was finally broken at this moment, all the pent up emotions and memories from that horrible day and this day came flooding forth like a raging torrent.

Swiftflight took a moment to process her words in his mind, then he gave a sigh and shook his head light, closing his eyes. "Yes, you're right," he muttered, quickly rebuilding the wall in his brain but then cursing at himself internally for ever letting it break in the first place. Why was he showing so much of his inner self to Redheart this sun? It really was a good question that he could not answer. It was rare, or at least uncommon for other cats to see his feelings in such ways, yet today Redheart had seen so much. It's the stupid fox's fault. At the first sight of camp, a tiny wave of relief rushed through his pelt. His burning paw could finally be taken care of.

Swiftflight made it into camp fine, though he still could not put weight on his injured paw. He gave a quick nod to Redheart to ensure her that he'd fine; he knew the deputy wouldn't want any warriors out of commission for too long. He then made his way to the fallen log that was the medicine den. "Excuse me, I require some assistance," he meowed into the hollowed out tree, his voice bouncing off the wooden walls and causing a slight echo. "My paw was bitten by a fox." He went inside to get treatment.

Edit: just remember someone else rps the medicine cat, sorry. Just gonna say he gets treated, though, since they aren't here.)

Sounds fine to me. I'd rather have you rest anyway if you're feeling sick. Don't push yourself as we can rp anytime. Goodnight!)

Swiftflight limped from the medicine den soon after, his paw wrapped in cobwebs. he had been given burdock root for any possible infection that may set in and a poultice of marigold for the swelling, as well as poppy seed for the pain. It still hurt, but he had to admit it felt a lot better than it had. He made his way back to the rocks from which had sat on before the patrol and sat in the same spot again, the only difference his paw being held slight in the air. I hope this sun has not made the deputy loss any respect for me... I hope that fox never comes back.

[ I'm here friends. :3 Seems like I missed a decent amount. Hey Nido, feeling better? ]

(Yes I'm feeling a lot better today! I woke up without a headache, first time all week ;D)

Troutstar thought for a moment before replying to his deputy. "Send out one patrol towards the area where you found the fox, and have them track it. They should not provoke it unless needed; we have had enough injuries already. Take the swiftest and keenest of smell. If it has made a den, we will have to drive it out later, but not right now."

Redheart nodded. "Understood."

The leader stood. "I'll make an announcement." He licked his whiskers, stood, and kicked dirt over the remains of his fresh-kill. The old leader hobbled to the trunk of the tree that had Highbranch, but did not bother to climb it. Redheart thought that was a wise idea.

"All cats who can catch their own prey, join below the Highbranch for a clan meeting!" Troutstar's hoarse voice cried out. Redheart stood and joined him under the tree.

(We aren't accepting apprentices other than medicine cat apprentices, but I can hold that medi apprentice spot for you!)

(What are the other positions open?? I would love to make a few characters )

Twistedpaw| Medicine cat apprentice | Sweetclover1
Twistedpaw is a jet black she cat with a white patch of fur on her chest and white paws. She has a bad scar that runs from the top of her left shoulder and goes down to her paw, rendering it practically useless. This scar, among others on her pelt, come from when she was attacked by a fox, and has forced her to become a medicine cat apprentice. She has deep yellow eyes. Twisted paw is a no-nonsense kind of she cat who hasn't much patience for immaturity or foolishness. She's usually unsympathetic towards whiny patients, and tries to keep her kindness to a minimum. She has a huge heart, but hates being vulnerable. She is 12 moons old, and secretly still dreams of being a warrior, even though she's been a medicine cat apprentice since she was 8 moons old.

Swiftflight looked over from the rocks at Troutstar's raspy call. He gave a little sigh before more carefully making his way down the rocks and over to join the gathering clan. He sat in the back, as usual, and waited as other began to gather; he already figured this was about the fox attack.

Hollystripe heaved herself to her paws and wobbled over to the other cats, sitting down on the edge still closest to the nursery. It was hard to believe her kits weren't due for another moon when her belly was already so swollen. or, maybe it only seemed so large because of her skinnier frame. Either way, she sat with a small sigh and wrapped her gray, tabby tail around her paws then waited to hear what Troutstar had to say.


Glad you're feeling better, Nido! )

Hey, sweetclover! I just have to say this, the Yukine in your avvie is the cutest thing ever, omg I am dying!)

Troutstar cleared his throat and began to speak. "Redheart's patrol came across a fox today. As you can see, some of them have been injured." At this, Redheart moved her injured and slightly bent tail for all to see; the small scratches on it were bleeding and some fur was gone where the fox had tried to pull her closer. "I've instructed Redheart to assemble a patrol of the swiftest and the keenest of smell and those not already injured. This patrol is only tracking the fox and chasing it out if possible - not attacking it. If you would like to be a part of this patrol, see Redheart." Troutstar licked his lips and spoke again. "In the event that the fox has made a den, I will personally lead the patrol that drives it out. That is all."

Twistedpaws fur bristled momentarily, feeling fear shoot through her at the mention of a fox. The dark apprentice got onto her paws automatically, knowing she would need to get poultices prepared for the already injured cats. She limped back towards the den, her fur staying in a bristled state this time. They need to get rid of that thing before it kills one of our clanmates . She froze at the black and white toms comment. "Almost impossible," she snapped, angered at the opinion.
(Ok'! Sounds good!thank you!)