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To put it simply, he had underestimated himself. The tomcat thought with his very light weight, he could balance some of the thinnest branches of trees. Wallpaw had wanted to see the world, get a better view of things. And so he had scaled a tree, balancing precariously on a thin branch, which had snapped under his weight. He had been surprised, falling through the air, but what hurt the worst and was implanted in his brain, was when he made contact with the ground, landing on his front leg the wrong way.
So, not one to complain, the blue smoke had limped his way back to camp, wincing. And here he was, about to collapse from the effort on it, in the medicine den.
"Imagenpaw? Snappaw? Marspaw? Cherrypaw? Help?" Those were the only ones on the medicine crew he had actually seen or met, so those were the names he called.
He'd be stuck with the medics a while. Not that that was a bad thing, in his case, considering the career he wanted to pursue.