Firen! Firen's hurt! -ouch...-

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

Flintpelt came panting and gasping into the camp, his gray-based pelt splattered with crimson blood, stepping carefully and awkwardly as he advanced as swiftly as he could towards the Medicine Cat's den. Wincing in pain, his breath ragged and heavy, as if his chest was constricted inside a tight cage of iron, he staggered forwards, slumping down in the dust in front of the split rock where Goldenleaf held her herbs. Wheezing painfully, faint coughs shaking the tom's brown-splotched ribcage, blood pooling around his aching body, he called out hoarsely, an obvious urgency in his usually quiet and calm voice.

"Goldenleaf! Goldenleaf, please, you must come quickly!"

Even a phrase as simple as that one sent his head reeling. The dizziness overtaking his senses, he lay his skull down, breathing harshly for a few moments, and then raised it again, his yowl echoing uncomfortably like a trumpet inside his ebony audits, onyx maw opened wide as he desperately relayed his message, weariness sticking him to the ground.

"Please, Goldenleaf, hurry! Where are you? Firen needs... needs help! Lots of help!"

Since this phrase had been even longer than the last, he rested his neck by placing his head back down, raven ears limply plastered to his sweating brow. It was obvious that he had run, hard and fast, through the trees, twisting and dodging nettles, thorns, and bushes that would halt his speed. His fur was literally falling apart, coming off of his body in small, untidy clumps, glued together with dried blood and mud. Gashes latticed his pelt, the ones coming from rose brambles or blackberry patches apparently differing from the long, jagged lines created by a fox. Carmine streaks were still streaming off the tom's body in thin vermilion rivulets, and as he lay there, one step til the fall to unconsciousness, he wallowed in his own blood, all senses nearly obliterated by a single thought that had raced through his mind since he had left his love, severely wounded, inside the trees.
Save Firen. Save Firen. Save...
Finally, he lapsed out of awakened life, and darkness engulfed him as he slept.

[*Rippedbelly*]

Rippedbelly turned at the sound of a cat calling; she hurried over to the den. There lying in front of the den was a grey tom, she leaped to his side at once. His fur was badly matted with blood, “Flintpelt!” she cried and shot into the den. She came out with a large paw full of cobwebs, ferns, and some other herds. She begun to clean out his wounds with the ferns, placing the cobwebs on them, the tom was slowly breathing but she wasn’t going to give up.

“Hang on! Don’t go yet!” she mew and chewed up some Huckleberries and Goldenrods, “Eat them Firen!” she said gentle and placed them in his mouth. His mouth moved slowly, she quickly placed some more cob webs on a wound on his neck, “Hang on!” she cried. The tom then spoken, “Save Fiern…Firen” Rippedbelly listened quietly, another cat was hurt and somewhere in the forest! She grabbed him gentle by the neck, dragging him into the den; she made a bed of moss and placed him inside it. She given him a lick on the face, then running out of the den she looked around. The other cat needed her help, “Flamingstar come at once!” she yowled loudly, “A cat is hurt and one is out in the forest! Hurry!”

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

The striped tom lay there quietly, short, gasping breaths sticking in his constricted throat, troubled thoughts spattered in blood crossing his terrified mind. Under his breath, so low only a cat with their ear just next to his maw could hear it, he mumbled on and on, repeating Firen's name. His body, limp as a rag, was slumped inside the mossy nest. Ears pricked slightly at the sound of a yowling voice, someone calling Flamingstar, telling him to hurry. Flintpelt's troubled mind took a few moments to register the information in the words, but as soon as they settled into his train of thought, miscolored eyes snapped open at the memory of what he was supposed to do. Leaping to his feet, he hissed as pain jolted his muscles, making his legs quiver and shake, but it did not stop his determined body to leave the dark, shadowed den and stumble outside, wincing every time he took a step. One glance at Rippedbelly and the cobwebs covering most of his blood-stained form told him that his message had been passed on, but he still had to go. Had to go and save Firen. Sinew sprang into action as he took a bounding leap for the Clan barrier, clearing it in one go, landing with a burning jerk of agony under the leaves of the trees. Then he ran on, blood streaming from reopened wounds, the cobwebs sticking to his body like limpets to their rock. He would go back to Firen, whatever the cost.
And with a last flick of silver-tipped tail, he disappeared in the brush.

[*Rippedbelly*]

Rippedbelly leaped back when Flintpelt brust out of the den, "Wait! Come Back!" she yelled and ran after him for a bit. She stopped and stared at the ground, her paws were bloody. "Flintpelt!" she called but no one answered, "Flamingstar! Someone hurry! I need Help!" she yowled loudly.

"He'll died from the loss of blood... Flintpelt!" she yelled again into the still forest. Her white paw fur was red. "Someone Help!" she siad one more time. Without any other thought she took off into the bushes, the path of bloody pawprints was what she followed.

[*Rippedbelly*]

(I ran after Flintpelt, sorry about not putting it in there.)

[Silverstream]

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