The Breaking Point (Closed for Bleu and Lionsong)

Emberleaf sat in the darkest part of Windclan's territory at night, his ginger fur sticking out like a sore thumb. His gray eyes were pinched shut as warm tears of anger spilled down his face, dripping onto the grass below. Why can't I save my clanmates? Why can't I heal cats, like I'm supposed to? The tom slowly blinked open his red, blurry eyes and wiped them with the back of his paw to brush away some tears. Emberleaf looked up at the dark, starless sky, with nothing but the moon providing dim, pale light. As more tears started to drizzle down his cheeks, Emberleaf heard something near by. Weather it was a twig snap or a pawstep, he wasn't sure, but it was definately something, and he knew that there was somebody else in the area.

As if he had hit an off button, Emberleaf stopped sobbing and kept as quiet as possible, fear creeping up his spine. His heart raced, thumping loud inside of his chest, and his fur rose on end. He wanted to call out and say who's there? but something held him back from doing so, and he remained staying quiet.

Lionsong's golden pelt was plastered to her sides as she crept along WindClan's territories. The mud was heavy and thick, but dark and hid everything about her but her blue eyes. She felt like a ghost. As she stumbled along the unfamiliar territory, she came upon an orange cat, almost a beacon in the dark light. Instantly, she recognized his distinguished pelt as WindClan's medicine cat. Easy prey. In her excitement, her right paw snapped a small twig. Flattening her ears, she took off at full speed, leaping and crashing into the tom, plowing him to the ground.

Flashstorm heard a thud from the other side of the hill. The ginger warrior looked down and saw Emberleaf and another cat he didn't know. Flashstorm bolted toward Emberleaf at max speed, leaping forward and he flung himself straight at Lionsong.
"Get off him!" Flashstorm snarled and rammed into Lionsong's flank like a battering ram.

Emberleaf yowled as something large slammed into him, sending him flying to the ground with a thud. Pain shot through his leg and webbed throughout his body while he landed on a sharp rock that pierced through his shoulder. Warm, scarlet blood trickled out of his wound, coating his fur and blending to make it a darker shade of ginger. Emberleaf's head slammed backward onto a different rock, causing black dots to dance in his vision and a burning sensation to explode in the back of his head. The Medicine Cat could feel his throat tighten while he gasped for air and his chest stung while he wheezed and thrashed around. Emberleaf heard a familiar voice, but his head hurt too bad to determine who it was. Life was slipping from his dull gray eyes quickly, but Emberleaf still held on with what strength he had left.