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    A quiet determination engulfed Ripcurl's ravenous fears. He dove down into the wafture waves, attempting to dig out rocks one by one. He was holding his breath longer than he ever had, working gently. This had to work. He had to help Vanitypaw. Would it though? Would they need the medicine cat for her wound? Please no!

    More blood started to errupt from the large gash on Vanitypaws foot. She tried in vain to help Ripcurl, she would try to wriggle her foot free and then the pain would return and drag her back under with its icy dark spell. She grunted and fought to stay upright, the current grew stronger and made her stagger.

    Panicking, The silver tom worked even more vigorously, his blood turning icy with desperation and the cold. He heaved a huge rock, making him lose all of his breath. Ripcurl tried to get back to the water's surface, the current pushing him down. Finally, he ripped through the water and came up to the top. "Any better?" he rasped, usually voice sputtering from the cold, exhaustion, and water in his lungs.

    ' Yea, it's better! ' Vanitypaw called distantly, the pain was unbearable and her voice strained. She gave a final yank and yowled, her paw was free but critically wounded. She whimpered slightly and looked at Ripcurl. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she slumped against the rough earth of the bank.

    "Medicine cat. We need the medicine cat!" he yowled, trying to get the apprentice onto his cold, silver back.


    OOC: Sorry for short post. I'm busy doin' something. But should we make a Meddy cat thread?