Mistakes are Proof that You're Trying

Poppypaw staggered into camp, her shoulder braced against her brother, Nightpaw's. Both apprentices were obviously worn down and beaten. Poppypaw slumped to the ground, her paws not having a lot of feeling left in them just stopped even trying to support her. Her wounds had only partially clotted with dried blood due to her moving, and this action broke most of them open once more, staining the remainder of snow red. She had deep claw marks on her back, that tore down her side, and more claw marks on her soft stomach. She was clearly bleeding badly, but she was too weak to even call for help or make it a step closer to the medicine den.

ooc; continues from here.

Nightpaw fell down oh his belly and laid his head down. He didn't care if he looked dead or something. He was tired.

Spiderpaw looked down at the herbs before his feet. His paws twitched a little, clearly itching to grab them. He was trying to desensitise himself, to stop his annoying compulsion to sort the StarClan-forsaken plants, but nothing seemed to be working.

His ears pricked up at the sound of a soft thump on the snow, waking him from his trance and directing his eyes towards two small cats. Poppypaw and... Nightpaw, was it? His eyes widened. The two of them looked to be very injured, both bleeding and exhausted. He rushed towards them and gently picked Nightpaw up by the scruff, struggling with the equally sized tom. Then, he did the same to Poppypaw. She looked to be at least somewhat conscious, so he tried his luck at a question as he rummaged around in a pile of neatly organised herbs. "Hey there, Poppypaw, what happened? It's okay if you can't answer, just stay calm." A bit hypocritical of him to say that when his heartbeat was rivaling that of a mouse at the moment, but oh well.

Poppypaw felt a wave of relief so strong that she had to fight to continue to remain conscious. Thank StarClan that Spiderpaw was here. The smell of herbs, while usually not inviting in the least, was the most welcome scent she'd ever had the pleasure of smelling.

"I-i followed Nightpaw, and he got distracted and went across the border. There was a warrior and...he definitely didn't want us to ever make that mistake again." She had only wanted to keep her brother safe, and now the both of them were injured. Was all of WindClan so deaf to any reason? There had been no malicious intent...

"I want Addershade," she whimpered, softer. She was scared and just wanted her father. And maybe Driftingpaw, but she knew he was incredibly busy lately.