Deadpaw falls down a rabbit hole

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CAT: Deadpaw
Words: 264. Go my muse
Notes: Why do I have to collect herbs ;; I'M DISABLED ;;

Deadpaw grumbled as he hopped towards the river. He hated gathering herbs and things, him and his broken paw. He moaned to himself as he pulled up some moss, and began putting the herbs he had gathered into a pile. Icefur popped back and forth to collect them, and she had warned him about rabbit holes, but Deadpaw ignored her.

"Blah blah blah. Don't forget this Deadpaw, don't forget that Deadpaw, look after yourself Deadpaw. Bah. I hate myself. Why couldn't I have just died." He groaned to himself, walking up the river. He could smell a Thunderclan patrol, but he ignored it.

Suddenly, Deadpaw felt himself fall flat on his face. His neck cracked as he looked at his good front paw.

"Eeeee." He mewled in pain, trying to use his back legs to pull himself out. No good. His front paw was buggered. He inspected it, it would be back to full use in a couple of weeks, perhaps a moon, but in that time he would be the most useless medicine cat apprentice there ever had been.

He mewled as loud as he could, hoping to catch someone's attention. He felt his eyes well up with tears, but he used his dead paw to wipe them away.

He did not want to know what he looked like from the outside. All he knew was his butt was sticking high into the sky.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=81A1c7] Go on, spit it out- I'm not the queen you wanted to help Her light blue-gray pelt moved next to the river, and carrying a fish in her maw, her ears pricked. A kit in danger? No, not a kit. She knew that yowl. Deadpaw? Her yellow eyes glinted with amusement and something along the lines of even malice. Not that she meant her clan harm, nor the poor medicine cat apprentice... "Deadpaw! Is that you?!" She yowled, her voice sharp with the clear tone that she often held- bitterness. She padded forward, her ears pricked and her maw parted, as she found his scent. She found the poor apprentice- or rather his tail, wagging back and forth with furious aggrivation. She laughed, a cold, seemingly heartless laugh, that turned into a rumbling purr like a waterfall crashing over the gorge. She came up to his flank, finding the poor apprentice stuck in a hole. Why, what a silly tom. Surely he knew to be more careful? She grabbed as low as she could with her teeth, trying to reach his scruff, and hauled him up and out of the hole. "You ought to be more careful, kit," she told him, letting go of his scruff. She stared at him with pity and the slightest aggitation- she was supposed to be hunting, but he had distracted her. At least she had a fish caught all ready- sitting a few foxlengths behind them.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] I am so high I can hear heaven I am so high I can hear heaven But oh no heaven No heaven don't here me. Kitty ~ Deadpaw Words ~ 221 Notes ~ Ebil Drowningstar hurt poor little Deadpaw's feelings ;; You make Deadpaw cry :c Deadpaw sat down, staring solemny at the sand on the bank of the river. "I'm sorry Drowningstar,,," He mumbled. "I didn't see the hole! I was concentrating on getting herbs for Icefur... I'm stupid, I really should be more careful..." He mewed, moving the sand around him with her once good, now a bit broke paw. His chocolate brown eyes looked into Drowningstars yellow ones; and he knew he was not going to get sympathy. He sighed. "How am I going to walk?" He asked, knowing the answer. Drowningstar would say 'You'll manage', and he'd be left to double limp back to camp. He closed his eyes, asking Starclan why on Earth he deserved this. He sighed once again, staring at his old dead paw, and his new dead paw.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=81A1c7] Here's another pity- And there's another chance- Try to learn our lesson, but you can't... The grey she-cat frowned at the small little apprentice, sitting on his hindpaws with his mangled paw- and he was trying to avoid putting pressure on his other paw. Why... She stared at him for a long moment, when he asked her how he was going to get back to camp. The stupid tiny apprentice. She flicked her tail over his white flank and gave a chilling smile. "Well it can't be helped I guess," she muttered to herself. If he hadn't seen it he hadn't seen it. She wished he would be more careful though- last thing they needed was more weak cats- and he would prove a useless medicine cat when they needed him most. She closed her yellow eyes, thinking. She wasn't just going to leave him. She was CRUEL. Starclan- every cat thought she was some sort of crazy, corrupted leader of sorts. But he was an apprentice- he'd been a kit a mew 2 moons ago. And she was still a she-cat, she still could have been a queen, not too long ago... Deadpaw- she'd given him that name. He probably thought she hated him. Well yeah, he was annoying and weak, but he was still a clan cat in her clan. A full bloodied cat too. Better than any Swirlpaw or Blackpaw in those other clans. Her pelt prickled and she stood up, padding down the river a little and picking up her fish and bringing it back to where he sat, dropping it at her paws. "You can either wait here while I go get someone to come help you, or I can try to carry you, if you'd like," her voice sounded just as agitated as she was at the thought of having to carry Deadpaw to camp- but she was ever so serious about both offers. He was just an apprentice. And the tiniest one in Riverclan- he never ever had an ounce of fat on him. He was probably still growing or something. Her ear flicked.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] I used to rule the world, Sea's would rise when I gave the word, now in the morning I sleep alone, Sweep the Streets I used to own. Kitty ~ Deadpaw the pained Words ~ 202 Notes ~ Deadpaw is thinking that Drowningstar is sick. Drowningstar seems kind today Deadpaw looked at Drowningstar, and would have raised his eyebrows if he'd had any at all. Was she ill? Had something got to Drowningstars head? She wasn't usualy like this, but he did guess he was one of the smallest, lightest cats in his clan. But, he didn't want to seem weak in her eyes, but, he was in pain, so much pain. Deadpaw looked at his paws, biting his lip. "Could you carry me?" He asked. "It would save you having to go back to camp, getting the warriors then coming back. It would save your energy." Deadpaw nodded. 'Because you bloody well need it...'

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