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Oliveneedle rose from his nest, stretched his legs out and let out a sigh. The black tom looked around the warrior's den and then walked out of the den. He paused just outside the entrance of den, blocking it as he looked around the camp. It was still dark outside with a slight hint of morning coming. He licked his lips, licked his chest and walked towards the camp entrance to go hunting for the Clan. He had spent most of that night in the Dark Forest, his body secretly scarred from battles within the forest of Dreams. Not only did he have scars from the Dark Forest but he had scars from his Mother who tortured when he was younger. He spends most of his time alone, unless with another Dark Forest cat with in the Clan or even those outside.
Oliveneedle moved like a ghost within the darkness, only his grayish, blueish eyes shining through the darkness. He paused a moment to sniff the air and then he sprinted off in the direction of a mouse, that was hiding in some tall grass. Once he pinpointed the mouse, he slowed down and lowered himself to prepare to strike. A sudden movement made him pause as a reddish pelt came into view a little to late. A fox had found him and was now about to make him his next meal. Oliveneedle tried to run but only got as far as a tree, He clung to the tree as the fox's fangs sank into his right hind leg. He let out a snarl of pain, and turned onto the fox's face. He launched his claws into it's face, making it yelp with pain. A sound of many cats could be heard coming closer and closer, as Oliveneedle fought the fox. Oliveneedle's leg hurt and was bleeding pretty badly as, he hung onto the fox. He bit the fox's nose, before it flung him into a rock, knocking him out. -
A small black and white tom limped from the bushes, his own leg had recently been broken during a bad fall after being chased my a dog into a cenote. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew he couldn't leave a clan-mate in pain. He roze seeing the fox, knowing that for him there would be no escape. He couldn't run with his injured leg, nor could he climb. His small coat of velvet fur rose, and his eyes widened, trying to figure out how he could help without becoming a meal as well.
Oliveneedle goes hunting and gets hurt by a fox. Gets a small concussion and a broken leg.
Roleplay
Oliveneedle slowly opened his eyes after a few minutes. He slowly lifted his head. His head felt like it was spinning and when he looked at the fox he thought he saw two, until he shook his head, groaned in pain, and looked again. The fox was standing over him. It's eyes gleaming, and his fangs in a snarl, ready to strike at Oliveneedle again. Oliveneedle tried to move his wounded leg, but couldn't. He knew he needed help and medical attention. So he lashed out at the fox with his front paws and teeth, to drive it back, before giving out a caterwaul of cries, hoping that someone would hear him and come to the rescue.
Turbulentpaw swallowed, trying to decide what to do. If he caught the foxes' attention it would mean his death and if he did nothing it would mean the death of the other cat.He didn't really want the warrior to die, but he was the only medicine cat that NightClan had. If he died, there would be no one to train another, and the clan would be put into a bad position.
Luckily, even as he stood there frozen in fear, a black flash appeared from nearby launching at the fox. The warrior and the fox became a blue of fur and snapping jaws, as the fox was lured away from the injured warrior. He wasn' sure who it was that had interveaned, but he couldn't have been more thankful. Once the fox was out of sight, he hobbled over "hold on, don't move. Your injured"
Oliveneedle goes hunting and gets hurt by a fox. Gets a small concussion and a broken leg.
Roleplay
Oliveneedle let out another lash as a flash of black came to the rescue. He let out a sigh and winced in pain as he tried to get up, but he fell back down and flattened his ears in anger. he flicked his ears as Turbulentpaw came into view. "My leg is broken and I'm not sure about my head. It hurts."
Larkwing, a little late to the party, came crashing through the undergrowth at the sound of snarling. It seemed like Soaringbird and the other cat were driving the fox away. They didnt need his help there. Foxes were dumb but they know when they are outnumbered. Larkwing padded over to Oliveneedle where Turbulentpaw was examining the black tom's injuries. "How bad?" He asked, almost certain that he didnt want to know. Having a warrior down meant extra work.
Oliveneedle let out a sigh. "It hurts and feels like it's broken. My head hurts from hitting the rock. Nothing a few days off for my head, but my leg is gonna take a while to heal."
Larkwing looked at Oliveneedle with concern in his blue eyes. "Turbulentpaw will make sure you make a speedy recovery." A grave look were hanging in his eyes, though, hidden behind the concern. How many of his clanmates are going to be injured or killed? It seemed like everywhere they turned, a cat was getting hurt.
Meanwhile Soaringbird and the other cat chased off the fox. Panting once it was over the border Soaringbird turned and padded back to the others. "Phew," She panted. "Well least that beast won't be bothering us anymore, how's Oliveneedle?" She asked Larkwing.
"Thank you, Soaringbird" Larkwing nodded gratefully before answering her question. "Well, hes not in good shape. I'm not a medicine cat but he may have a minor concussion and a broken leg. He will need time to heal." He frowned but he was grateful that one of his finest warriors wasnt killed.
Turbulentpaw nodded "he will be fine, but we need to get him back to camp, so that I may treat him properly" as long as he didn't go to sleep, the tom would be ok. It would just take some time for the wounds to heal
Once Oliveneedle was upon Larkwing's back, the silver tabby deputy made his way slowly toward camp, careful not to make any sudden movements that could hurt him or cause him to slide off his back.
Oliveneedle winced in pain as he was being moved to Larkwing's back, but didn't try to show it. He masked his face with a smile, as he was propped up against the deputies back. "I'll be fine, once I am rested and get this leg all healed up. Hopefully , all I will have is a slight limp."
"Your young and strong, Oliveneedle. I'm sure you will be just fine" Larkwing assured the tom upon his back, though a hidden worry that Oliveneedle may not recover lingered in the back of his mind.
