Can't go on

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    The pale tawny coloured tom stumbled along in great amounts of pain. At last, unable to care he'd crossed some group's borders, he stumbled to a halt and fell to the ground. His back was laid open, a nasty weeping wound causing Gale a lot of pain. "Tiberius... stop. I can't move anymore." He groaned.

    Tiberius was glad for a reason to stop. He was getting killer cramps. Who would've known life as a loner was so different from clan life? He panted for a few moments. "I- I think we forgot to ask them something." Tiberius was too freaked out to really remember, he was bleeding too.

    "What?" Groaned Gale, trying to twist and lick at his wound. It had at least stopped bleeding but now a vicious yellowish fluid seeped out. Pain pulsed down his back until even his tailtip hurt.

    Tiberius snapped at remembering. "Damn it!" He groaned, licking at his wound. "Well... I don't suppose we could've asked them about our dad." Loner psychos. The stories were all true.

    "Probably would have fitted right in." Muttered Gale. A moment later his lids closed. Asleep or unconscious, it was difficult to tell - but his body needed to heal and it needed sleep.

    Tiberius curled up next to Gale, his build quite bulkier in comparison to his brother's. Though it didn't mean much to him. This had been his first real fight. It'd been scary and it hurt.

    Gale woke up some time later. He felt... better. Which was a relief. He felt so much better he uncurled and stretched and immediately hot pain burned right away up his back and he yowled loudly.

    Tiberius had been snoring at the time. And he only slightly woke up at Gale's scream. "Go back to bed." He yawned, blinking open hazy eyes.

    "I can't!" Wailed Gale in horror, looking over his shoulder and sending fresh waves of pain down his back. "Ooooh. Is it on fire?"

    "If it was on fire I'd be screaming too." Tiberius yawned. Okay. He felt bad for Gale. But he was still very sleepy.

    Gale twisted vainly, then stumbled up, managed a few steps then collapsed again, lids sliding closed.

    "That's very good." Tiberius yawned, zombie stumbling over to Gale then curling up next to him. Muuuuuch warmer now. He got up. He'd lain on a rock. And it was uncomfortable. He wanted his plushy soft moss nest back at camp. "I'm gonna go find people to help us." Tiberius yawned. He padded around to the other side of Gale then lied down. "After I finish this nap."

    Gale didn't hear anything his brother said. He lay where he fell, twitching occasionally and looking unhappy even in sleep.

    Elixor


    A silent figure was watching the two wounded cats from the shadows, like a predator stalking its prey. His black fur was stiff and his one white paw lifted slightly.


    ooc: Thought you guys might like someone to come. :)

    Stormy J was behind his idol watching these cats. He loved being like Elixor's miny-me. They even looked similar. The son of Stormnight wondered what they were going to do, attack, help or, kill. Stormy J wondered what it was like to kill a cat and thought the idea sounded quite pleasing.

    Gale didn't seem to be waking up. The wound on his back was quite obvious, the pale sandy fur matted around it where it wept, the ugly rusty colour of dried blood contrasting with his coat.

    Tiberius wasn't in a state of waking up for awhile either. While he hadn't opened up the few scratches he had gotten he was still sleepy. His pelt was pure black- except for the fact a white speck was on his nose, as well as a little sprinkling of it on his forepaws. It certainly didn't look natural.

    Elixor stepped out of the shadows stealthily, flicking his tail back to the older-but-smaller tom to keep quiet. He peered at the two wounded cats, wondering whether they would be friendly or what.


    ooc: *pokes Chris and Yew* whatcha want with em?

    Gale muttered something in his sleep, there weren't actual words audible but it sounded like a complaint of some variety


    ((OOC| I have no idea:P They're on the run after some bigger meaner cats beat them up and I just picked this place because it's active!))