[size=7pt]Heavy breathing could be heard from the shadows. The scent of Darkclan lingered on him, as well as the Eclipse Tribe. His muzzle curled into a frown, showing his sharp fangs as they clenched together in agony. A shuttered grunt left his jaws as he held his face. Scarlet dripped from his eyes and dotted the ground he crouched over. He pinned his ash grey ears, holding back a cry.
No one needed to know. He could just fix it himself, right? The pain was splintering into his head, through his face, down his neck. He wanted it gone. He wanted it gone! Letting out an aggrieved moan, the tod tried to remain calm. 'Maybe.. if.. I just wait.. the bleeding will stop.'
His prediction was incorrect. The apprentice was a fighter, not a healer. His claws were meant to sink into flesh, not plants. Groaning to himself, Kakashi realized his body couldn't take this "waiting out". Letting out a single breath of air, the silver apprentice fell to his side. Dust brushed up into the air from his fall. And the young Kakashi was out.
// eye is scratched over
