| Lightningpaw |
Almond shaped eyes widened with fear as Smallpaw attempted to speak, little more than a soft thanks escaping him before he closed his eyes. Was... was he... dead? In a second, Lightningpaw rushed her ear to his nose, listening for any signs of breathing on the tiny apprentice. Not dead. Unconscious. Or too weak to move. Neither a good option.
A tsk of irritation escaped the medicine cat apprentice, furious at herself for not having seen this sooner, at the apprentices around them for just sitting and letting this get so far, and at his mentor. Who was Smallpaw's mentor? Cowtuft would never have let her be in such a condition! Leechscar for all he grumbled would not have either! This was beyond neglect! Had no one checked up on this hare brain since the fire?! Well... she wasn't them. And she wasn't leaving anyone behind. Not again!
"Don't go faintin' on me, Smalls. Come on, we are getting you to Cowtuft," she mewed briskly, more to herself than the long furred calico before her.
Jaw set with determination, she assessed the tom's petite size. Lightningpaw herself was no giant. She was well aware she was on the smaller side when compared to other apprentices her age, but it wasn't by all that much! Smallpaw, on the other paw, was certainly tinier than her, and as ill as he was, not the best fed at the moment. Horrid as it was, it helped her make easier work of this. Casting a glare at the nests surrounding Smallpaw's, she dipped her head, grasping the apprentice by his scruff as she began to awkwardly place him on his back.
It was an ordeal. The lithe calico was not made for this sort of brutish work. She didn't have the strength for such things! Adrenaline was a wonderful boost for her lacking attributes, however, and with ample motivation, she managed to get the weakened apprentice onto her back. The scent of infection on her reeked, and she could feel her legs trembling, horrified, expecting the nightmarish terrors that had plagued her dreams to materialize before her at any minute, their fetid breath on her ears. No such thing occurred, of course, and with a shake of her head, the young apprentice rushed out of the apprentices' den, heading towards the safety of her own while praying to StarClan for Cowtuft to be home.
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Small [Smallpaw]
| Not sure if you want to have Cowtuft react to Lightning arriving before I get my next post out, but I will be having a Lightning post arriving towards the medicine cat's den after this one later tonight if I can find the time. |