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    [justify]✷ A loud screech echoed through the forest followed by the roar of a monster skidding. Then there was silence. By the time anyone got their all they would find was a knocked out bloody bundle of sand colored fur, with a cut off tail and a partially crushed chest. Her injuries would heal, but for now she was trapped in a war against her body, stuck in a coma. Blood trickled from her jaws and her tail, but she was still breathing faintly. Why Softpaw had strayed to close to the thunder path was a mystery, one that would be unsolvable until she finally woke up.


    //Softpaw will be in a coma for one or two weeks real time, and after that she will have one week of recovery. I would like if her and badgerpaws love plot would get developed somehow by this. Also I'm mostly doing this to boost my muse now that I'm back.


    INJURIES: Her tail is entirely cut off, a couple crushed ribs, blood in lungs/throat, and she's in a coma
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    [size=9pt]What in the name of StarClan? Thornfang had been out looking for a fight, but had instead come across a familiar body on the Thunderpath. Was it actually who he thought it was? The elder wasn't sure what to do now - attempting to retrieve the body would be risking his own life. Deep down, the dark brown tom knew that he was gradually getting weaker, a monsters were very fast. Would he be able to outrun one? Was he really willing to risk it for Softpaw, who might be useless after this anyway. "If you can hear me, respond!"The elder yowled out to the apprentice, hoping for a response. Realising that the she cat's life could be trickling away, he decided he needed to take action. If he saved her, Softpaw would be more in debt to him than ever. Making up his mind, the huge elder waited until the coast was completely clear and then shot onto the path, swiftly grabbing Softpaw and helping her out safely. He needed to get her to camp, and fast, and begun to move as quickly as he could whilst carrying Softpaw.[/size]


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    Sandmask had never seen such carnage. For a moment he wasn't even sure who the limp bundle of fur was - the cat seemed to be absolutely soaked in blood, and even though he wasn't squeamish, Sandmask felt as if he might need to go throw up in a nearby bush. The sandy tom swallowed the bile rising in his throat and padded forward, glancing across the Thunderpath warily. It seemed blissfully quiet, a strange contrast to the mauled shape of the cat before him, and he darted forward. Sandmask grabbed the feline's scruff in his mouth and tugged her backward as gently as he could, leaving her in a grassy area near the Thunderpath.


    He turned away from the cat and ran off, searching for cobwebs... Oh, StarClan, he'd need so many. The cream medicine cat was gone for a few minutes before he sprinted back, carrying as many herbs as he could. Sandmask began to clean up as much as he could using moss, which was better for large amounts of blood, like the scene he faced. Slowly, stained cream fur became clear, and he swallowed back a wail of shock and grief. It was Softpaw.

    Badgerpaw's day had so far been peaceful with good hunting. Life was good today, or so he thought. He buried the plump vole he had just caught, feeling his chest swell with pride. He had improved greatly in hunting in the last moons. Well, one last piece of prey wouldn't hurt, right? He opened his jaws, drinking in the scents. Instead of the musky odors of prey, he smelled the tang of blood... cat blood! He rushed to the scent, his heart pounding. Surely another cat wasn't dead or missing? He felt his heart lurch. This scent was sweet and familiar, and made him feel warm and fuzzy. Surely it wasn't Softpaw? Please don't be her, he silently begged. First Hollyspirit, then Mistheart, then Seakit... then Softpaw! He was right.
    There she was. Softpaw lay limp at the side of the Thunderpath, bloodied and crushed. Sandmask and Thornfang were nearby. His heart started to beat so hard he thought it would pound out of his chest, and the blood roared loudly in his ears. He felt as though he could fall into a limp pile and never move.
    He felt as though he couldn't breathe. "SOFTPAW!" he yowled, his voice in agony as he raced over to her side. He covered her in rushed licks, tasting her salty, warm blood on his tongue, feeling his limbs tremble. It was at that moment that he knew then that he loved Softpaw. He really loved her. And now she was gone!
    Suddenly, he felt the very faint rise and fall of her flank. Thank StarClan! "I love you, Softpaw. Please don't leave me!" he whispered into her ear, the words spilling out like water over rocks. Softpaw looked so hurt. Her tail was completely cut off from her body... Oh great StarClan, how could anyone live without a tail? Would she live? His throat felt dry as though he'd swallowed a mouthful of sand. He turned to look at Sandmask. "Can I help?" he asked quickly. "I'll do anything!" He looked into Softpaw's glazed honey-hued gaze, his eyes clouding, and he touched his nose to her's. "I love you!" he repeated, his voice desperate.

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