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    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]As Renegade had suggested to build up the strength on his weakened left side, Theodore had sought out a small copse of oak trees to climb. He'd never been a particularly strong climber before he was injured, but he tended to avoid tree-climbing now out of fear of humiliation. However, the feline was getting older now and a slip up in battle could mean more than a little humiliation - it could mean his life.


    This was why the black and white tom stood at the foot of a great oak now. The bark was soft and supple, the branches wide and at consistent lengths to each other. He'd take it easy for a while, he decided, bunching his muscles and exploding up the trunk.


    When he reached the first branch, gasping, Theodore was dismayed to see how little of the tree he'd progressed up. Surely not enough for his shoulder to be aching this badly already, his paw feeling this weak?


    He gritted his teeth against - what? Pain, fear, humiliation? - the pain, he decided, and launched himself onto the main frame of the oak, heaving himself up the trunk in a less than elegant style.

    [justify]Coloredfeather had watched the injured tom struggle to climb the sturdy oak. When Theodore launched himself towards the trunk of the tree, a soft gasp came from her jaws and she stepped forward slightly, but she loosened her posture as Theodore latched safely onto the tree. Coloredfeather had noticed the injury on his shoulder, and her ears flattened against her head. She was no medicine cat, but she figured it was dangerous to be working your body like that while you had a wound. The former leader stepped out into the open, walking right up to the tree Theodore was grasping onto. She gazed up at the ebony and white tom, ears pricked once more. "That's quite the injury you got there." She commented, not removing her deep green eyes off of him. "How'd it happen?" Coloredfeather realized she may be distracting Theodore from keeping a safe hold on the tree, but it was hard not to say something to him.

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Luckily for him, Theodore was quite adapt at concentrating, so he pushed himself onwards to the next nearest branch, then peered over the edge of it at Colouredfeather. "It's an old injury," he dismissed, feeling a little uncomfortable with the attention he had brought upon himself. However, he still answered the femme, although it was a little vague. He wouldn't want to be rude, after all. "An old battle wound," came the specification, "I lost a fight against some bigger cats when I was a lot younger." When he was about a year old, to be specific. That particular fight had also been the one that lent itself to most of his disfigurement: the scarred face, the tattered remnants of an ear, the heavy limp brought on by his paw and also his shoulder, which seemed to be the topic of discussion just now.