Fallenpaw's in trouble!

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    Fallenpaw ran, her long white tail waving behind her like a river. There was something chasing her. A fox? She didnt know. Suddenly it pounced on her, it was indeed a fox. Foam dripped from its jaws. She yelped in terror.

    Curvedfang was on the bank of a stream, the water cooling his forepaws, when he heard a screech, and the unmistakeable yowl of a fox. Sending water spraying, Curvedfang scrambled up the slope from where he had came, pebbles flying. He plunged through some scraggly vegetation onto an old mountain path. The scent of fear and fox grew stronger as he ran. Rounding a corner, he found a fox hunching over a white and gray cat. Without hesitating, he threw himself onto the head of the fox with a yowl, digging his water-slicked claws into the ears and trying to find a grip with his hind legs on the fox's neck.

    Fallenpaw sprung up, and leaped at the fox. Its russet fur was wet, due to Curvefang's paws. She raked her sharp claws across its nose.

    Curvedfang tried to swing his weight onto the fox's back, but the fox shook him off, sending him fly to the edge of the mountain trail, near a ledge. It wasn't high enough to kill, but surely deal a serious injury. Thanking the fox for not shaking him an inch farther, Curvedfang leapt up again, his paws outstretched for the fox's eyes.

    Curvedfang was going to say he was OK, but unfortunately he was shaken off again, this time much farther. Flying through the air, he managed to snag onto a straggly tree for a brief moment before falling off the precipice. Landing heavily on his back, he felt an ominous cracking. He tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't support him, and he fell back down with a grunt.

    Fallenpaw slashed her claws across its throat, and leaped to Curvefang's side. She felt his backbone. "Fractured." she diagnosed. "It'll heal."

    Fallenpaw dived at the fox, cutting open its stomach. It fell to the ground. She grabbed Curvefang, and dragged him along. "Help!" she yowled

    Due to Fallenpaw's dragging, Curvedfang's spine begins to fracture more. She is doing more harm than good as his injured area rubs over the rocky ground.

    Marshpaw saw Fallenpaw dragging Curvedfang and raced over to support her in dragging him. He meowed, his voice filled with astonishment "How in Starclan did this happen! His bone looks like it was broken by one of the fourtrees!"

    "We got to get him to the medicine cat quick!" Marshpaw meowed as he kept on helping to carry Curvedfang

    OCC: who is gonna rp the med cat?


    IC: Marshpaw raced to the med den to warn the med cat. "We have a wounded cat!" he yowled into the med cat den

    OOC: suppose i will


    Blizzardheart (making up things) padded out quickly. "Oh, its Curvefang." she had them carry Curvefang into the den. "His back is fractured." informed Fallenpaw