Hey look at that guy [OPEN]

ooc: I'm really sorry this is so late. My computer said there were no new posts here.

ic: "OAK!" screeched Mystic, her eyes clouding in pure red rage. She launched herself at the dog, as it turned to flee. She raced after it, digging her claws into it's tail, biting and clawing. She pulled herself onto its back, balancing easily and clawing it's ears, tearing one in half. She finally fell, when the dog shook her off. She found herself several fox-lengths from the other cats. She turned and raced back to her friend. "Get away from him!" she snarled at the silver cat, pushing her away. The fog cleared from her eyes as she looked down at Oak. He looked terrible, with just a bloody hole where his tail was. She almost threw up when she saw a cracked bone peeking out. She didn't know if she would hurt him by cleaning the wound, so she curled up beside him and licked his head. "It's okay," she muttered, "I'm here now."

Amberheart jumped from the dogs back as it turned to flee, looking after the seemingly insane cat chasing it. Then she turned to ask Stormheart what the tearing sound was, when she saw the kit on the ground. She turned to ice, staring at the tail, just laying there. Stormheart was beside him, and Amberheart desperately wanted to help him, but she knew the fear in her eyes would just make it worse. Then the black cat came back, and shoved Stormheart to the side. Amberheart stepped forward to defend her friend, but then saw the black cat curl around the wounded one. The she-cat had several wounds, but the worst was a huge gash in her side, leaking blood. She must be his mother... Amberheart thought, I can't imagine what she's going through..

Ooc: It's fine x3 Mine does that too sometimes.

Ic: Oak coughed, instinctively pushing his muzzle into Mystic's chest for comfort, still whimpering in pain. He couldn't feel his tail, and it hurt to move even the base of it where he actually could feel it still. He didn't dare look to see how bad the damage was.
After a few seconds of trying to calm down, he glanced back, wide-eyed and still tearing up, at the other cats. His amber eyes were full of pain, but he managed to speak up. "Were you...Were you two trying to h-help us?" He murmured, sniffling.

Stormheart blinked in surprise as she was pushed aside, and backed away a few steps as she was told. She didn't want to start a fight with these cats after what had just happened. She looked hopelessly at Amberheart, not really knowing what to do when the small tom spoke up to break the silence.
Help you? She thought, her gaze turning back to rest softly on the two non-clan cats. "Of course." She replied, her mew gentle and sweet to try and calm him down. She took a cautious step forward, glancing once at the adult she-cat who was guarding the kit protectively, before taking another step and sitting down in front of them. Had she called the kit...Oak? Was she his mother? He actually looked about the age of one of the younger apprentices in the clans, and had fought decently well for a kitten with no training. If these two were blood-related, it would explain the sudden rage that activated his wits to fight, and she had heard the other she-cat call out a command or two to try and protect him. He had a lot to learn, especially without his tail...

Stormheart dipped her head to the two politely before looking at Mystic. "I'm sorry we couldn't have helped sooner. Is this your son?" She meowed.

Mystic felt relieved as he moved his muzzle closer to her. It meant he was alive and perhaps not as hurt as she had thought. Those cats were still there, she wished they would leave. Or at least just attack them all ready and get it over with. That's when Oak spoke to them. She blinked in surprise. Could they have been trying to help us? No, they couldn't! They don't even know us! The silver cat spoke sweetly, obviously trying to comfort Oak. Mystic stiffened as the cat stepped closer, then relaxed. "N-no." she mewed, trying to steady her voice, "We know each other, we're friends.." she knew this sounded a bit pathetic, she wanted to be called his mother, for some odd reason. Perhaps it was because she had lost her own kits. She then got up her nerve and asked, "Why did you help us? You didn't have to and you could have died."

Amberheart relaxed, as well, when Oak spoke. She stepped a mouse-length closer and sat down. All the cats there looked terrible. "We need to take them bak to camp." she whispered to her friend, "They can't survive long with those kind of injuries."

Stormheart flicked the ear that Amberheart whispered to and gave a tiny nod in agreement. She looked at Mystic was faint surprise at the question. She tipped her head. "Could have died?" She echoed. "You two could have as well, if not more easily since, well...You were trying to protect him, weren't you?" She meowed, her voice growing soft again as she trailed off and looked at the kit with a sympathetic gaze. "But, it'll all be for nothing unless he gets help fast. I wish to ask kindly of you, to allow us to take your friend--Oak, was it?--back to our clan for treatment." She said, her gaze turning serious and her tone changing to urgency. "We have a medicine cat there who can help him. For now let's just say it's as thanks for showing your courage and bravery against that dog in order to keep each other safe...It's sort of respected here." The tabby explained with a small, kind smile.

Oak thought a moment, looking at each of the two, strange cats in turn. He could feel blood already pooling around his tail; or what was left of it, and he was becoming a little faint. Am I going to die!? he thought suddenly with a tiny whimper. He glanced up at Mystic with a look of desperation in his eyes. "M-maybe they're good cats! I don't know if there's enough time to go find my twolegs..." He squeaked, hoping that he'd be able to trust these cats to help him.

Stormheart glanced down at Oak with, once again, slight surprise. He's a kittypet? She wondered, interest sparking in her eyes.

Mystic was beginning to relax. These cats fought to protect them, and they didn't even know them! They couldn't be part of those blood-thirsty clans, could they? She then realized the she-cat was right. Oak was losing a lot of blood, he needed help very soon. Then, she mentioned her clan. Barriers were instantly put up in her mind. She opened her mouth to protest, when Oak said something about his house-folk. No! she instantly thought, His two-legs won't want a tail-less cat! If we don't go to this clan then he'll die for sure! She sighed. It was his best chance. "Okay.." she said reluctantly, "I suppose... But how many cats are in your.. Clan?" she stood as she spoke. "Do you think you can walk if you lean on me?" she addressed Oak. She didn't want to carry him, lest his tail-stump drag on the ground and become infected.

Amberheart sighed as Mystic stood, glad this seemingly un-trusting cat consented to come with them. "I'll help." she mewed, walking up to Oak.

Oak slowly go to his paws, and had to stop himself from leaping away as one of the clan cats suddenly approached. He knew they were harmless, but after that incident, he was still a little jumpy. "I-It's okay. I can walk." He meowed, padding forward a few steps. Though, he realized that without his tail, he was terribly unbalanced. Leaning on Mystic ever so slightly, he nodded in reassurance to Amberheart. "I'll be fine!" He said, forcing out a small purr to try and lift not only his own, but the others' spirits.

Stormheart nodded to them and looked at Amberheart. "Right, well let's show them the way. Hopefully, Reedstar won't mind..." She murmured the last part, a little unsure about that. She had just remembered that their leader probably won't approve of a kittypet and a...loner(?) coming into their camp suddenly. However, one was a kit who was terribly injured, so maybe it'd be okay.

Mystic winced as the clan cat got closer, but stayed still because Oak was leaning on her.She knew it would be hard for him to balance without his tail. I can't even imagine how two-legs stay upright! she thought. Oak purred, and Mystic purred as well, even though she could see the doubt in his eyes. Then she froze when the silver cat spoke again. "W-who's Reedstar?" she mewed, just as concerned now as she was earlier.

Amberheart was a bit hurt by Oak's recoil, but she knew that the kit was just jumpy. When Stormheart mentioned Reedstar, if cats could face-palm, she would have. She shot her friend a look, hoping the loner and kittypet wouldn't say anything about it. Of course, the black cat did.

Stormheart looked apologetically at Mystic. "He's our leader. It's okay though; he'll let you guys rest up there, no problem!" She purred, though she had her doubts. However, she didn't want to worry them, so she decided to just look happy and hope that Amberheart went along with it.
She began to lead the way back towards camp before they could ask any other questions. "Oh, and my name's Stormheart. Nice to meet you two." She meowed, almost forgetting to introduce herself.

Oak blinked, looking from Mystic to Stormheart and back, then began to follow. This 'Reedstar' was their clan's leader? His original excitement from before quickly returned to his eyes. They seemed so cool, so skilled...The way they could fight like that, and how they had a leader and a medicine cat..! He hoped he could find out more once they got there.
The tom nodded at the tabby's introduction, and glanced at Amberheart. "I think you already heard it, but my name's Oak. I was wondering what your clan was called?" He asked, curious. Surely they all can't be called Clan 1, Clan 2, etc?

Mystic was still suspicious, but if this... Reedstar was half as nice as these cats they could be okay.He did have a rather odd name, though. Then the silver cat introduced herself as "Stormheart." Of course, Mystic's name wasn't any better, it was a two-leg word and she didn't know what it meant. "Mine's Mystic." she mewed after a moment, "I used to be a kitty-pet, but I... ran away." she lied. These cats wouldn't understand her pain about being left behind by her house-folk. Oh, but they did her a favor. They let her understand how terrible and heartless two-legs were, and she would never trust one again.

Amberheart nodded as Stormheart explained, glad the she-cat didn't pry further. Then she introduced herself as... Mystic? What an odd name. She must be a kittypet, too. she thought, then Mystic explained the rest. "Well at least you had enough sense to run away," she mewed, not knowing how painful her words were, "Two-legs can't be trusted." Mystic, however, just nodded and continued walking. "Nice to meet you, Oak, Mystic." she continued, "And our clan is called RiverClan, the greatest clan in the forests!" then, she remembered something, "Oh, Stormheart, how will they get to camp? Oak can't swim across like this, and the stepping-rocks are covered this time of year!"

ooc: It never told me you posted and now it's been so long sjhdfh;s;fg;sdf so sorry D:

Ic: Stormheart perked her ears slightly in surprise as she glanced at Amberheart, but didn't stop walking, as if she already had a plan. "Well, as long as he hangs onto us, we can swim side-by-side and pull him across. The water should help some of the bleeding as well..." She added, glancing worriedly back at where Oak's tail used to be. Poor thing. He was leading a small trail of blood as he walked, and seemed to already be growing weaker. they had to hurry.

Oak, as said above, was in fact growing weaker. He felt sluggish and had to put more energy in simply to move his paws forward. His breathing was quickening some, but he managed to keep his head up, a small, forced smile on his face as to not worry the others. Though, he knew they could tell he was struggling, the way Stormheart was looking at him, and how he subconsciously leaned a little more onto Mystic for support as he walked. Swimming in the water sounded a little exciting, but they were right on him not being able to swim...Though, even if he wasn't injured, he still didn't know how to swim. "Riverclan...Makes sense if there's so much water..." He murmured, purring quietly in excitement despite being almost silent from growing weak.