[justify]✷ How long had it been? Just under a week real one, and just over a month game time. That's how long the now battered she-cat had been locked in a war against her own mind, fighting to stay alive. Of all her injuries, the internal ones had been the worst. But they were still nothing compared to the emotional trauma and damage she would suffer for the next few moons, her confidence was shattered and she would soon be filled with little more than fear and sadness. What was the point of having ambition when you don't have any self-esteem to see your dreams through?
It took her mind a minute to process where she was as her warm honey hued gaze opened. For a moment everything was a blur of shapes and colors, before the sleepy haze cleared and she recognized her surroundings. The sharp tang of herbs! The sweet smell of honey, and the faint and old smell of sickness helped clue her in where sight alone could not. She was in the medicine cats den... But why?
As she setup rugged and rolled onto her belly, she inhaled sharply, wincing at the sharp and stabbing pain in her ribs. They were mended nicely, but her muscles were sore from lack of use. Her body was thi and fragile, only kept alive by what little the medicine cats had been able to feed to her in her paralyzed state. Her large ears twitched at every sound, and she gaze around for a moment, confused. Yet again she found herself wondering why she was here.
And then the memories hit her. She had been chasing a thunderclan apprentice, a silver tabby named plumpaw, away from their territory. She'd been to furious and distracted to see the monster coming until it was to late. She'd gotten lucky, it had only ran over her tail and tossed her to the side... Her tail! Shock turned to horror as she quickly jerked her body, twisting to look at her rump. Tears clouded her golden gaze as she stared at the stump that had once been her greatest asset.
How was a cat supposed to live without their tail? They need it for balanc... Would she ever be able to walk again, to hunt again? How would she ever be able to fight, to train, to do anything every again? Crystalline tears dripping down her pale sachems, she whimpered, blurring her face into her paws. It would be this sobbing mess that thornfang would find, that anyone who came near would find. This sobbing mess was all that was left of the once sassy and stuck up feline.
/for plot reasons I ask that this be tracks only until thornfang has posted. I'd like him to be the first cat she sees. Also badgerclaw should not be here due to the private thread events. Thank you!
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