If I Survive (Open, MC needed)

OOC: Follows Moon-Lit Flower

IC: Foxfire sat curled in his nest, whiskers twitching with impatience and worry as he waited for any sign of Flowerthorn. It was getting late, SkyClan was settling in for a night and yet...And yet Flowerthorn's nest was strangely empty. He knew she was prone to taking time to herself - he didn't mind it at all and knew that she wasn't the most...Social cat in the first place but something felt...Wrong. As he stared at the empty nest, he felt his fur prickle and he pushed himself to his paws. Maybe he would go looking, just to make sure.

He padded from the den and into the crisp night air, glancing around but there was no trace of Flowerthorn in camp. Tasting the air, he could pick up her scent but it was somewhat stale. His eyes glanced toward the entrance of the camp and quickly trotted over and out of the camp. It was late and they weren't suppose to go out at night but...He murmured an apologize to the guard as he went pass, a promise to be right back before he took in a deep breath and started his search.

It could all be a foolish trip, maybe Flowerthorn was back in camp but had been hiding in the dirt place. There was no saying that she was out of the camp but yet something deep inside of him told him that he was on the right path. But yet that didn't make the worry disappear and that scared him even more. Finally he picked up a fresher scent, sighing in relief that he was on the trial of his friend. He knew she wouldn't be happy that he was fretting over her but...If she was going to watch his back, then she was going to watch hers. It was the least he could do after all.

"Flowerthorn?" he called out, padding after the scent as he glanced around for any sign of her. "Flowerthorn, are you here? Its really late, you should head back to the ca-"

Blood. The sickening scent hit him first and he came to a stop, blinking as he came to realize the scene before him. Flowerthorn laid still on the floor of the forest, crimson staining her fur and the thick smell of blood rolling from her. Branches laid around her, broken and caught underneath her body as his breath caught in his throat. Slowly he looked up to see where the branches had been snapped - she had fallen. How...How had she fallen? She was so careful, she wasn't suppose to fall. Nobody was suppose to fall again and...

A wheeze escaped him as he took a step back, shaking his head as he tried to focus despite the fear that started to claw at him. Had the branch broken beneath her? He suppose it could have been brittle from the cold weather but she was small, she could have handled smaller branches that somebody his size would fret would break under him. How had... His eyes flickered up to stare at her, before the faint movement of her rising and falling chest caught his eye.

She was alive. Oh thank the Stars.

"Flowerthorn!" he cried out as he raced forward, sliding to a stop next to her as he quickly looked over her. She was covered in wounds, wounds that didn't match with a terrible fall - he knew that well from when he had broken his leg. No, they were...Claw marks. Another look around showed a scattering of feathers. She...She had a fight with something. Hawk? Owl? It barely mattered, she must have won if she was still here. Then...He looked up at the broken branches. She had been dropped, hadn't she? Oh Stars... He shook his head, grabbing her scruff as he started to pull her back to the camp.

He had to get her back to Sagelight, Honeypaw. Who knew how long she had been out here, alone. Unconscious. Stars...What had she been thinking? His stomach twisted and curled with fear as he replayed the situations that could have happened if she hadn't been so lucky, if he hadn't thought to go looking. Oh Stars, he could have lost her - he still could. What if he never got to tell her how he felt? How he...He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as he finally got Flowerthorn back to the camp. "Sa-Sagelight! Honeypaw!" he called out, taking a step towards the medicine cat den but he didn't dare go any further - he couldn't leave Flowerthorn. "I-Its Flowerthorn. She is hurt badly and - oh birdfeathers - please hurry!"