You're just a little baby (OPEN he not dead tho)

Stumppaw. Yes, that little ginger Tom with those stubby legs, right? Correct. You see, this little Tom was quite mad with his disability, and did not noticed the thing that was making his chest feel bad. He had heart worm. He didn't know how. It was really weird. But one day, he was hunting and came across a gray path marked with yellow squares and lines. He remembered something about these... Thunder... Thunder paws? No, Plunderpaths? No, Thunderpaths. Yes, Thunderpaths. They said they roared with monsters. He saw one shoot by with wide yellow eyes, the color of the blackest coal. He simply touched the path, no matter. Another beast zoomed by. "What are you?" He called to it.

He sighed and went back for his catch. On the other side was more forest with tall, tall dens. He wanted to know more. He grabbed his catch, and ran to cross the Thunderpath. But he dropped the squirrel. He sighed and looked at the dens. "Twolegplace!" He gasped in pure awe. There was a row of thin peices of wood lining the border. He struggled to get over it, and fell down. "Another day I'll come back." He said with a sigh. He was not one to give up easily, but this was different. My pr- oh yes. It's on the path. As another monster roared, he jumped back. It took his catch with it, clinging on to a gray piece of something. "Hey! Give that back, you prey-stealer!" He yowled and began to chase it. But it was no use and he fell onto his paws. He let out a wail of discomfort as his nose pressed harshly into the ground when another monster zoomed by, colliding with the back of his head softly. He turned to get up, but another monster came. This one was tinted scarlet at the near bottom. His prey was now the monsters prey. But now he was the prey. The monsters seemed to go at a fair speed, but just quick enough to kill him. The tom screeched and tried to run, but he slipped on a pebble.

His pupils seemed to shrink as the beast came closer to him. Soon it was a tail length close to him. He tried to run- he tried to hide, but it was no use. It struck his left forepaw, and the arm detached itself from the cat. He screamed in pain- he screamed in agony- he screamed in fear that it would come back.and, well, it sort of did. While the nine moon old apprentice lay screaming and crying on the Thunderpath, another monster zoomed by. He made it out just in time- well, in a way. It hit his tail. Now, you may be curious as to why he didn't take off running- sure his paw is detached but he surely could move a little? No, for when he tried to get up he fell on more pebbles. Anyways, the monster rolled on his tail, surely breaking the bone. He let out more tears, suddenly bursting into sobs, and screams of pure agony. One more came, and hit the back of his poor head. He managed to dash an escape to the far side of it, where a line of white marked no monsters to pass. He noticed this through teary eyes as the monsters ignored this area. "Star clan please help me!" He cried in shortened stutters. Dear Starclan save me.

"Stumppaw? Stumppaw!" Fennelcloud called out. She was trying to keep an eye on him with all that was going on lately with his sisters' incident and also because of his slight... disability. Since he was so small, it was a wonder how he would really become a warrior, but it was almost just like magic that he had slipped away from her in the camp. Either that... or she dozed off. Either way, she was terribly worried about him. Heck, she'd been worried about all of her kits since the day that Lionpaw had joined Starclan. She wanted to keep all of them close by and never let them out of her sight, but she knew that she couldn't do that forever, and this was one bit point to prove it. "Stumppaw!" she cried as she ran through the territory before over the roaring of the monsters close by, she heard the terrible screams of her baby. "Stumppaw!" she wailed back as she dashed towards the Thunderpath. Instantly clearing the brush and stopping by the hard black ground, she looked around to where he might be. Looking to her right, her eyes instantly fell upon her bleeding kit. "No, not you too!" she cried, dashing over and looking at the damage that had been done. One tiny leg gone... Definitely a crush tail. Too much blood spilled all over the ground... But to her hope his chest was still rising and falling, but barely. "Stumppaw! Don't worry! Mommy's got you. You will be okay, just stay with me!"

"M-Mo... My.. It h-hurts..." He sputtered, letting more tears fall. Cries of pain still escaped his mouth and he hoped he would be okay. "Mom... M-my leg... I'll be m-more disabled..." He let out cries and tears kept streaming down his face. He buried his muzzle into her chest, and let out chocked sobs.

"Shhh, it's okay," Fennelcloud replied calmly. "You will be fine, okay? For now, we need to get you back to camp. Just... don't go to sleep, okay?" she asked as she cautiously picked Stumppaw up by the scruff on his neck. It was really the only place that she could without causing him more pain. As soon as she knew that he was secure in her jaws, she quickly and carefully made her way back through the territory, rushing into camp. Why did all of this have to happen to her? Why did Starclan hate her like this? First Lionpaw and Sandpaw, and now this? What did she do to deserve all of this misery? When they made it into camp, the queen set her eyes on the medicine den and gently set Stumppaw down at the entrance. "Ebonyleaf! Help, please! Stumppaw... He got hit by a monster..." she cried.