Due to a nasty bout of the flu the deputy had been out of commission for some time, but now he was back and ready to get into his duties once more.
Gildedheart scaled up the slant of a newly fallen tree and cast his blue gaze across the territory. It would be a good time to hunt had not the sky begun to darken and before the deputy could react a sudden crash of sudden made him jump and fall backwards off the downed tree.
With a thud he hit the ground and, surprisingly, crashed through it to reveal that the ground at that particular area was simply branches covering a vast hole dug within the earth.
The golden tabby landed hard enough to set his head spinning and he struggled to stand back up and orient himself from his daze.
He glanced around slowly, blinking at the sudden shift from light to dark until his eyes adjusted.
Before he had time to consider how best to climb back out of the pit a sudden stab of pain sent him reeling back and darkness rose up to meet him.
When Gildedheart awake he felt different, and not in a particularly good way either. With a paw to his head he withdrew it to see blood. Had he knocked it on something when he fell?