Fight to Feel Alive [Tagged]

[Skiv]

Respronics for Antfern
Isilme for ________ (I'm not sure who you and Res talked about)
Midnight for Mintpaw
ℓυиαя for Vineheart (if you want to say anything)

Whitehare padded slowly back in to camp. He didn't see anyone on his way back. The smaller she-cat warrior still on his shoulders. Now the blood dripped off of him, he knew when he would pad into the camp her on his back it would bring attention onto him. He just frowned slightly, he didn't want to be known as the soft hearted warrior that brought in a half-dead cat into camp. but he needed Vineheart and Thornfrost to think that he was worth letting into their circle. The dark brown warrior turned the corner and looked upon the entrance of camp. He just moved forward, he had no idea how the other cats would react totally. but he did have valuable information. He needed also to tell the deputy about the dog. He was planning on going out right after he dropped of this cat to Mintpaw. Usually it would be the medicine cat but Sparrowleaf was gone along with Ratstar. 

Pushing his way through the entrance he was welcomed with the normal hustle and bustle of camp. He was expecting the turns of heads but he just didn't pay attention if anyone was. He moved with grace as he padded easily over to the medicine cat den. Lately the den had been full of sick cats but now with newleaf the den seemed to be less occupied with sick cats. He just poked his head into the den, his amber eyes widening with the change of light. Scanning the den he took a step in. He just then said, "Mintpaw." His voice was cold, with no emotion. He didn't even wait to see if the she-cat was coming out from the back of the den. For all he knew she could be outside of camp. He just then lowered his body and gently shifted so the she-cat slide off of his back. After setting her on the ground he stood up to his full height. Looking at the she-cat he didn't know if she was even there anymore. He didn't hear much from her on the way back so she could have blacked out from the loss of blood. Whitehare just then stood there and waited to make sure the medicine cat apprentice found her before going on a search for Vineheart. 

[Respronics]

Tha apprentice sized warrior was placed on the ground. Unfamiliar scents rushed her senses and roused her from her unconscious state. The girl, now wishing she was asleep, coughed and shuddered. Her eyes barely open enough to see strange warriors looking at her. She was not home. Where was she? It smelled off. Different really. "W..where am I?" She finally choked out as she looked about weakly for a second.

[Isilme]

Crowtail had been inside the camp playing with a few of his daughters, the black tom always did that when he had a free time, spending time with his family was really important to him but his peace was interrupted when Whitehare walked into camp carrying a bleeding cat on his back, the tom eyes went wide as he saw the trail of blood behind the duo, he turned back to his kits saying he would be right back and rushed to the medicine cat den following the marks of blood in the sandy ground, upon entering the den he waited as the large warrior layed the injuried cat down and then approached his eyes full of worry. "Whitehare, what happened with her?" He examined the she cat with growing worry, she was really hurt and bleeding fast her smell was nothing like Sunsetclan but the blood was covering any other scent he might have noticed before, his ears perked up as the she cat talked weakly to them. "You are in Sunsetclan camp in the Medicine Cat den, I'm Crowtail and this is Whitehare, we will try to help you." The black tom said softly, he looked around trying to find something that could help him stop that bleeding, he knew what he had to use but he wasn't very kin to invading the medicine cat den and stealing their materials, but in a luck strike after looking around for a while he found a few cobwebs forgotten in a corner, gathering them careful in his mouth he brought it back to the injuried cat and started covering the wound with it, it was hardly enough for a wound so big but it would help. "There, this should hold for a while." Crowtail said more to himself than anyone else and then looked back to the brown warrior. "Have you called Mintpaw yet? This she cat will die if she is not treated properly." He said worried not sure what to do anymore.

Midnight for Mintpaw Skiv for Whitehare Respronics for Antfern