Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2014 7:00:59 GMT 12
The brown and white tabby shecat padded out of camp and into the frest. She felt frustrated and it was Heronstrike's fault! But perhaps her frustration went deeper then that? Could it be something else and Heronstrike was the last straw? She sighed and shook her head. She don't know what to feel.
She was so into her thoughts she didn't see where she was going. Her paws leading her somewhere of we own accord. If she had been paying attention she would have sensed a little danger infront of her. But it was too late. Beneath the snow, close to a rocky hillside her paw tripped into a hole. The shecat tripped and stumbled but slipped and fell. Only she didn't just fall. She fell sideways, the snow beneath her gave out under her weight and tumbled down the rocky hill, taking her with it.
With a yowl of fright and panick the tabby went tumbling down with the rush of snow. Her body catching on rocks and branches as she slid until finally she lay on the pile of snow which was slowly staining crimson with droplets and streams of Sorreltail's blood. The rocks she had hit had done damage to her backleg, shoulder, neck and flank areas which were the more serious of the injuries while she was pretty sore and bruised and had a few scratches here and there which were minor from the branches she had snagged.
The warrior whimpered in pain and tried to open her eyes but they felt heavy. She she going to die? She didn't tell anyone of her walk out here an she doubted any of her clanmates would be out at this time. Heck the cat couldn't even get into her own two feet let alone the voice to call for help. Yep thi was it. She was going to die out here.
She was so into her thoughts she didn't see where she was going. Her paws leading her somewhere of we own accord. If she had been paying attention she would have sensed a little danger infront of her. But it was too late. Beneath the snow, close to a rocky hillside her paw tripped into a hole. The shecat tripped and stumbled but slipped and fell. Only she didn't just fall. She fell sideways, the snow beneath her gave out under her weight and tumbled down the rocky hill, taking her with it.
With a yowl of fright and panick the tabby went tumbling down with the rush of snow. Her body catching on rocks and branches as she slid until finally she lay on the pile of snow which was slowly staining crimson with droplets and streams of Sorreltail's blood. The rocks she had hit had done damage to her backleg, shoulder, neck and flank areas which were the more serious of the injuries while she was pretty sore and bruised and had a few scratches here and there which were minor from the branches she had snagged.
The warrior whimpered in pain and tried to open her eyes but they felt heavy. She she going to die? She didn't tell anyone of her walk out here an she doubted any of her clanmates would be out at this time. Heck the cat couldn't even get into her own two feet let alone the voice to call for help. Yep thi was it. She was going to die out here.
