Crippled on the Inside [CLOSED]

Hearing his friend's voice, Icestorm turned his head to see the faint outline of Lightfoot in the den. "You've always been a heavy sleeper," he chuckled, still laying on his back. Taking a deep and somewhat painful breath, he stayed quiet, listening to the medicine cat. Icestorm felt bad for the white tom not being able to see. Not having working legs was one thing, but not seeing where to walk was another, and he hoped to help his friend out when ever needed.

Lightfoot smiled at Icestorm's comment and shuffled his paws in discomfort over opening his eyes. Still, he knew that the medicine would help him, so the white tom opened his sightless eyes for Emberleaf. They must have made for a terrifying sight. The new elder only prayed to StarClan that no one else was nearby. "Whatever you say, Emberleaf. I know you know what you're doing. Just warn me if it's going to sting." The fact that it was his friend administering the medicine made him feel slightly better. If it had been old Gorsefeather, Lightfoot would probably have been a combination of too shy and too terrified to let him do his work.