[MaryTheCrow]

[Non-graphic injuries described ahead]

~Copperfire~
He/Him

Copperfire limped through the territory. Judging by the scent, he'd passed the border a little while ago. Just a little more, just a few tree-lengths more and he'd be home. He'd be safe. Sundust would patch him up and he could rest and see what had changed in ThunderClan since he'd been taken.

Copperfire could ignore the ache in his limbs and the burning of his recently acquired scars. He could ignore his mangled leg numbly dragging along as he left a small trail of blood behind from where it had caught on something sharp without him noticing. He could ignore the ache of hunger he hadn't felt even in the toughest of times. He could ignore it until he could get back to ThunderClan.

The tom tripped over his own dragging paw and hit the ground with a grunt, winding himself as a white-hot pain flashed through his shoulders. This was fine, he could just lay there for a little bit. Surely a patrol would come by soon enough. He'd be found by a ThunderClan patrol and not by something following the trail of a hurt cat. They'd recognize him as one of ThunderClan's previous deputies even through his less familiar scent. Even through the scent of twolegs and dogs.

The ginger tom laid there, just panting on the forest floor. He wasn't sure, but at least one of his wounds must have reopened. Copperfire couldn't tell through the ache in his body.

Once he regained some strength, Copperfire sat up. He couldn't just stay there, something could indeed be following him, but... he was so tired. He hadn't once looked at his wounds but they burned and his hunger had long since faded into a constant ache in his stomach. He'd been walking and running as best as he could for so long, yet now that he was so close to home he didn't have it in him to drag himself there. The tom clenched his eyes shut, trying to will himself into getting up. "Help... please..." Copperfire rasped.

[ @SpiritedWarrior ]