Don't Lose Your Voice Yowling! (Open for WC Medi Cat needed)

Duskpaw padded into camp with unconcious Squirrelpaw on his back. "S-som-e-one g-get C-cindercloud!" he yelled as loud as he could when the others filed in beside him. They were all injured, well most of them and they had been fighting throughout the whole patrol. Why oh why was it always me?!

Beetlekit, poking his head out of the medicine cat's, squealed, his face constricted in horror. "Cindercloud!" he called as he raced out the nursery. Were they expecting him to do something? He knew something, maybe, but he wasn't a medicine cat, what could he do? They black cat reached Duskstorm, eyes wide, and blinked with watery eyes at him, asking him wordlessly of what happened through pained yellow eyes.

OOC: Beetlekit shouldn't be alive at that time oh this plot is for Duskpaw not Duskstorm.

Duskpaw replied acknowledging the question. "We got attacked by ShadowClan cats and one of them ripped her throat out." His amber eyes searched for the older medicine cat.

Squirrelpaw laid limp on Duskpaw's back, her eyes glazed open, her mouth in a silent scream. Her throat was a torn mess, so bloody no one could be able to recognize it at all. Her once-beautiful ginger fur was matted with blood and claw marks. Her claws were half unsheathed, glinting with blood and dust.

Nightheart rushed into camp, the mask of calmness that she had been wearing during the whole conflict and the way here to keep the apprentices somewhat calm cracking. This was the second of her kits to get injured, why was this happening? Why was StarClan doing this to her poor kits? With the panic that any mother under this situation would have she started to look around for the medicine cat, fur standing on end and fearing for her kit’s life “Cindercloud! Where are you?! Oh dear StarClan, please don’t let my kit die…” With those words, the fear and desperation finally became evident on her. She was too afraid to even touch Squirrelpaw without CinderCloud around, not wanting to make things even worse. ShadowClan took away her mother, and now they threatened to take away her kit as well. She was furious, but knew better than to just go and try to get revenge on them for what they had done, at least on her own.

Twistedpaw ran over to the small crowd, gasping as she saw the disturbingly messed-up throat of Squirrelpaw, gasping as she looked for some other people for help.

OOC:Reboot.

Sprucepaw followed behind,his tail dragging along the ground and blood seeped through his dark brown coat staining it red.If ShadowClan ever went near him we would tear out there throats as revenge.No one would be able to fix Squirrelpaw's throat he knew that, but maybe they could clean it up.It was a pretty gruesome sight.