A terrible scratch...

Burnsorrow wanted to take a cooldown off of his trouble, so he went running out into the forest as fast as he could to cool off. As he was running, he ran over a sharp rock and tripped over it, scraping his leg. As soon as he ran further; a little scared thinking about the scrape, he ran faster, turned around to run back to camp for a medicine cat. But as he was running, he scraped himself on the sharp rock again across his belly. He fell over, knocked out on the ground. Before he fell; he screamed the most ear-piercing yowl towards camp.


A while later, Burnsorrow awoke at camp. He stared at Hawkpaw and Mistyriver. "Where am I? What happened? He asked.

Brihgtpaw had just returned for her hunting patrol with Dewdrop and dropped her fresh kill on the pile. Her mentor had told her she could take a piece for herself when she was reaching for a piece she heard the wailing of a cat in terrible danger. Turning around she saw that no other cat had heard the cry, but the others seemed to be busy. Listening more closely she heard the wailing more clearly, turning she raced out of the entrance, looking for the cat in trouble. She could smell the blood, there was alot and it occured to her that the cat didn't have long to live.

Mudpuddle heard the wailing to and ran out of camp towards where he heard the noice.

Burnsorrow breathed heavily. He could feel the herbs trying to heal him. He was getting done, he might make it.
After everyone had left, he had fallen asleep and awoken to find himself sleeping with the other warriors out at camp. They seemed so... organized. Hawkpaw and Mistyriver were in their den, cleaning things up. "Why are they all so organized?" He asked, but received not a single answer. Because the two of them were good enough to know he knew the answer. They wanted to see the stars, not the correct truth. They just wanted the coolness of falltime, nadda. They just did. Burnsorrow decided to travel through the forest peacefully for the evening to softly pass by. He awoke the next morning to find that he had nonchalantly gone hunting overnight. He ate the fish and finally just ran through his natural daily things.

OOC: what is going on . . . are you dying

IC: Brightpaw heard Mudclaw behind her, she finally reached Burnsorrow, blood was everywhere.

OoC: Bright, I'm healed. No more blood, I'm just letting my skin grow where it should. I slept with the warriors the night before.
IC: Burnsorrow stared around the den of awakened cats and did a slight cat-smile. He knew everything was alright.

"Im glad your okay" Mudpudddle meowed

OOC: My name is Mudpuddle not Mudclaw, and This topic is confusing

OoC: It's sorta random, I know. I might try to delete it...