Redflame raced along side of Lostelm leaving Fisherpaw and Ravenmask to bring up the rear. Movement caught her eye and she saw a small kit moving through the brown weeds of Leafbare. "Over there!" she meowed to those with her. Then to the kit she called, "Hey you! Stop running! We mean you no harm!" The last thing she wanted was for the kit to hurt himself by falling in a hole or running into a fox or some other predator.

Seeing the direction the kit was running, Redflame shouted out a warning to him but it did no good. She saw the kit head directly for the thunderpath and then disappear in the bushes. "NOOOO!" she wailed when she heard the noise of a monster speeding along the path. She cautiously stuck her head through the bushes bordering the path expecting to see a flattened kit squashed on the the hard black surface.

Fisherpaw came beside the crimson furred she cat. "What'll we do?" he asked. This patrol was the first time he had ever seen a thunderpath and heard a monster. He had listened to the stories told about them when he was in the nursery but he never had given the stories much credence thinking monsters and thunderpaths were made up myths. I was SO wrong! he thought.

(yes there's kind of one. It made up of Lostelm, Fisherpaw, Redflame and Ravenmask. You're welcome to jump in with a SummerClan cat if you'd like. psst Whitemuzzle Blueflame is supposed to get hurt by the monster, but I can edit mine if that works better. I'll figure some other way for her to get hurt)


Lostelm followed after Redflame, allowing the other cat to take the lead. He didn't have much interaction with kits and was afraid he'd spook the poor thing and cause it to keep running. In the distance he could hear rustling, the tell sign that there was someone else there. Someone not of their patrol. But he didn't care in that moment, his concern was on the little kit before him. He froze at the sound of the monster though and the thunder of the path. He received a flash of a memory, one he couldn't truly remember but knew only brought pain. He stay there, paces away but just within eyesight of the terrifying thunderpath, frozen in fear.


Blueflame hadn't stopped running, leaving her kit in the dust behind her. Spotting the small bundle rushing through the bushes, she'd quickly given chase. Her main goal was getting to the kit, figuring everything else out could wait for later, once the little one was safe and out of harms way. But then she heard it, the roar of a monster on the thunderpath. Her paws hit asphalt and didn't stop. Her baby blues locked on the huddled down kit. The warrior ducked her head enough to grab the kit, she held on tight and closed her eyes, praying tehy made it across the path in time. They didn't.
The monster struck her back hip, sending them sprawling across the asphalt. Blueflame howled in pain, jaws still clamped tight around the kit's scruff, muffling her cries some. They laid in the middle of the thunderpath, the monster continue on its path without stopping. Quiet eloped them, but she dared not move. The warrior panted as she slowly released the scruff of the kit, asking in a calm, motherly voice, "are you okay?" She cared not for herself, but the kit before her as any mother would.

(no worries! also yea I realized that lol the irony. two flames, just different colors lol also it's funny we've definitely gotten away from teh plot some lol with how things are going down compared to how we thought it'd work out)
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Blueflame struggled to her paws, one laid limp on the ground as she used her front two to push her self up and attempt to move. Her back leg, the whole back hip really, was in too much pain to try and move, but she had to try. Least she get hit by another monster on the thunderpath. Her baby blues looked for the kit, knowing she had to make sure they were okay first before she could do anything, or all she'd done was for nothing.

Redflame stopped next to the frightened kit and quickly noticed he hadn't suffered any bad injuries. "We've got to get you off this thunderpath before any more monsters come back." With the overwhelming scent of FallClan assailing her nostrils, she picked the kit up by his scruff and carried him back over to the safety of the bushes. "There," she meowed to the kit after she set him back on the ground. "You're safe from the monsters here."

"Here, let me help you," Ravenmask told Blueflame as he tried to assist her back on her paws. He ducked his head under her shoulders to help give her support. Feeling small vibrations in his paw pads galvanized him into further urgency. "I think another monster's coming," he meowed. "We have to hurry."

Bramblepaw took a while to catch up to Blueflame after she'd been left behind. She might have tripped on a twig or two along the way. She heard the howl of pain just as she reached the thunderpath and not a second later, saw her mom sprawled out on the asphalt, injured and lying next to a kit. Mom!? Everything that followed happened in slow motion and no one seemed to notice the apprentice standing somewhat hidden behind a group of ferns. She barely processed that she was even there too, but once she realized that Blueflame was alive and well enough to walk (albeit with a limp), she finally snapped out of her daze.

"Mom! Are you okay?" She called after carefully crossing over to them. She was so, so worried, but a prickle of anger itched just beneath her skin. How could her mom be so reckless!?

Lostelm reacted once tehy were back across the thunderpath. He was snapped out of it buy the sight of the little kit coming towards him in the brush and the rest of the patrol following. He snagged the kit up, keeping it from taking off again and getting into further trouble. On shaky paws, he followed the rest of the group further into the woods and away from the dreaded thunderpath. The elm brown tom worked on autopilot, to shaken from reliving that...dream? nightmare? memory? to know how to react or what todo. He awaited further instructions, the scent of FallClan kit invading his nose and somewhat hooding the scent of the thunderpath.

Blueflame purred in an attempt to comfort her daughter. No matter how much pain she was in, and she was in enough that her vision would blur every step she attempted to take, she would still try and comfort her daughter first and worry about herself last. It's what you did as a mother, took care of your kits first, no matter what it meant for you. "Help me up would you, Bramblepaw?" She could use the help of having two cats assisting her as her hip felt worse with every passing moment.

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"Of course!" Bramblepaw mewed. Her anger quickly faded into guilt as she padded over to her mother's side, offering herself as another support anchor for her mother to lean into. She shouldn't have needed to be asked though and glanced bitterly at the stranger on Blueflame's other side. She knew the logical reaction would to be appreciative of the SummerClan cats. They were being really helpful as it was, but the apprentice just wanted them gone. Even the kit, which she now recognized as one from her clan, set her on edge. None of this would have happened if he would have stayed in camp like he was supposed to, but she clenched her jaw to keep from saying as much.

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alright so it's been decided, she has a dislocated right leg. Just a heads up

Lostelm nodded his head, body stiff as he tried to reset himself after his....whatever you want to call that. "Yeah, that...that'd be wise. Should...should I go with? To help carry supplies?" He was out of his depths, unsure how to react in this instance as he'd never dealt with this kind of situation before or any border issues yet to truly know what was expected of him. The tom, kit settled between his paws, eyed the group, body tense and ready to move but awaiting for Redflames' orders.


Blueflames frowned, both form the pain and the harsh accusation being tossed their way. "We weren't planning on being on your territory. I caught wind of the kit's scent and came running, he's one of ours and I should be the one asking why you have a hold of our kit." Her eyes went to the stiff Lostelm, silently glaring him down as eh held the kit between his paws. She wouldn't say anything, as the kit was safe there for the time being and less likely to take off in fear if guarded. The orange she-cat could tell without as doubt that the kit was terrified, he was all huddled up and shaking. Anyone could see the fear on his face. But the main question was, why was the kit all the way out here and did SummerClan have something to do with that. "I mean no disrespect, but it is odd to find a SummerClan patrol out here and one of our kits. Excuse me for asking, but it's too much of a coincidence to just dismiss." Pain made her words come out in pant, but she tried to be firm in how she spoke, showing she meant business, even if she was hurting.