Broken

[Thornpaw]

The sounds of battle roared in her ears. The clearing reeked of blood and death, the sight made her step back in disgust. The clearing was littered with bodies, torn and ragged. The wounded were laying in a pool of their own glistening blood, their last images that of death and hate. She took a shuddering step forward, tears if cold silver beading down her cheek. A dark figure walked solemnly through field of death. His figure silhouetted on the darkening moon. His face, so forgiving, so familiar “Brightpaw…” “No!” She woke with a start, her face contorted with pain. She had no memory of this place, only running. They were chasing her, but she could not remember if they had caught her or not. Blood leaked freely from a gash above her brow, joining the countless other cuts and bruises that covered her body. She knew she couldn’t stay here. She attempted to lift herself from the bloody pool collecting beneath her. But she groaned and fell limply back. Her hind leg throbbed, the pain numbing her body. It must be broken. She tried to cry out but no words found her. She lay her head down, letting the pain wash away, listening to the quiet rumble of the river.

[[PuRe]]

A silver tabby she-cat padded to a a cat that was painfully injured, near the river. Pureheart padded closer to the wounded cat, sniffing to see if she could catch any of the other clan's scent. Darkclan! Pureheart looked at the cat, and then hissed, but she looked terribly wounded, so she took pity of her. Pushing her back with one paw she asked, "Can you stand up? Can you hear me?"

[Thornpaw]

Voices. Strange scent. She opened her eyes, that felt heavy with pain. A silver she-cat stood in front of her, all else was a blur. She forced a smile. “I didn’t even feel a thing…” She murmured in surprise, but she still felt the throbbing in her leg. You’d think death would be more comfortable, she cursed silently as the throbbing in her leg continued. She strained to lift her head and gaze at the beautiful silver cat Her amber eyes dim with pain. “Where am I?” She croaked, her voice rough from agony. She was completely at the Starclan cats mercy, or, at least, that’s what she thought.

[[PuRe]]

Pureheart looked mercifully at the pained cat. "You are in Riverclan," She explained. "You look extremely hurt, let me take you to our medicine cat." Pureheart examined the leg wound, it looked serious. "This is terrible, c'me on, can yuo walk?" She asked, her blue eyes shifting from wound to wound on the other she-cats body.

[Thornpaw]

Walk? Even the word sounded painful. But she was not about to say that. “I…I think I cant manage…” She lifted slightly off the ground, her paws shaking with the effort. She slipped sending her falling roughly to the ground, her fur matted in blood. She hissed, embarrassed. She struggled to her feet, her right hind leg hanging limply just above the ground. Her head spun, the pain overwhelmed her and she found herself on the ground again, her leg crushed beneath the weight of her frail body. The pain began to take its toll. She felt herself slipping into nothing. She fought against it, keeping her eyes strictly on the she-cat, her mere presence a comfort. “No!” She cried in agony. Determination flamed in her eyes. She slowly rose from the ground. If she want down no she would not get up again. She took a limping step forward, her leg hanging useless in pain. “My…name is…Brightpaw.” She mewed to the cat. Brightpaw. She never found it a fitting name, growing up surrounded by rage and hate.

[[PuRe]]

Pureheart looked at the cat as she struggled, then she decided to.. "Here, lean on me, maybe I can help you, Brightpaw." She stood just besides the apprentice. "I am Pureheart, obviously from Riverclan. Here, c'me just lean on me, it will make your walk easier." She explained.

[Thornpaw]

Brightpaw nodded numbly, letting the cat lead her. She leaned against her warm pelt and suddenly felt at home. She remembered her mother. A beautiful tabby she-cat with warm amber eyes. She remembered pressing herself against her welcoming fur, her brother and sister beside her. She cringed. All gone. Death seemed to follow her everywhere. She sent a silent prayer to Starclan, hoping not to bring misfortune upon this clan as she had done her own. She was run out, or she ran away, both were a fitting fate, more than she deserved. “t…thanks.” She mewed quietly, almost crying from the kindness the cat was showing her.

[[PuRe]]

"There is no need to thank me, Brightpaw." Pureheart said kindly. "You need help." She padded towards the Riverclan camp, calling for the medicine cat. She led the way into the nursery, and said, "Here, lay down here." she said, pressing her paw on a moss-bed. "I'll be back with the medicine cat." Pureheart smiled at the wounded apprentice warmly, and then padded out of the nursery.

[Thornpaw]

“D-don’t leave…” She whispered meekly. A feeling washed over her, something she had never felt before. Fear. She could feel the constant throbbing in her leg, and the ever creeping darkness that threatened to drown her consciousness. She fought against the urge to sleep. Not yet, you can’t have me. She swore to the abyss that threatened the engulf her. She gazed around the den, her vision still clouded by pain. It was warm, soothing. She could hear the gentle lap of the river in the distance. She swiveled her head, and gazed down at herself. She was a mess, cuts bleed freely, beginning to pool around her paws. Slightly embarrassed she tried to clean herself but to no avail. Her head dropped to the ground, exhausted by the effort. She awaited the return of the silver cat, her rescuer, shuddering to think if she would even make it to the following day. But she was a fighter. She would survive.

[[PuRe]]

((Gee.. How touching... ))

Pureheart came back in a few minutes and said, "I can't find our medicine cat.." She looked desperate at the throbing cat, "I am sorry, I-I'll do something to cure you." Pureheart ran out of the den and came bak with cobwebs and poppy seeds. "Here, chew this, it will ease the pain." She said giving Brightpaw the poppy seeds, while she placed the cobwebs over her wounds. Then, Pureheart remembered the broken leg and said sorrowfully. "I am afraid I can do nothing about your leg, I don't know what to do.." She sighed, laying down the apprentice. "I'll stay here with you, don't worry, I know you are afraid..."

[Thornpaw]

She shied away from the poppy seeds. Poppy seeds, to ease the pain, to make you sleep. She couldn’t go under now, for fear of never returning. But she gratefully accepted her company. “Thank you.” She mewed shyly, bowing her head in shame. It was all her fault, she had brought this upon herself. “Riverclan right?” She mewed meekly trying to lighten the mood. “Wow, how would have thought…” A small glimmer of hope began to surface. Her eyes brightened a little. Pureheart was a comfort to her. She felt wanted, like she belonged. Confusion washed over her, joined by the constant pain from her leg. She glared at it in hate, as if looking at it would help, she thought sarcastically, almost laughing.

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[[PuRe]]

Pureheart nodded, "Yes, this is Riverclan. Eat the Poppy Seeds it will help." She said, not knowing the other cat was afraid of passing away. "Do you want me to saty? Or should i leave you alone for a while?"

[Thornpaw]

“No, please…stay.” She mewed quietly, ignoring the pain in her leg. “What is going to happen to me?” She said quietly, half to herself. She shivered, the memory of her flight still clung to her like a thorn.

[[PuRe]]

Pureheart stared into brighpaw's eyes, and said, "I don't know.." She said sorrowfully. "Many things can happen, you know.." She licked her ear in confort. "Don't woory, don't be afraid, I wont let you pass out."

[Thornpaw]

“Thank you, again.” She laughed, sending torrents of pain down her leg. But she did not let it bother her. She shyly reached out and lapped up a poppy seed, letting it crunch between her teeth. The effects worked quickly. A numbness spread across her body, making its way to her leg. She sighed in relief. It would stop the pain for now, but it would take more than poppy the cure her broken leg. The images passed by her like a nightmare. Screams echoed through the misty trees. She shuddered. She would never cause pain, not ever. She vowed at that moment never to fight an innocent cat, or being. Not without being provoked. Never…

Ooc: I dont think the med cat of riverclan is active, as well as the apprentice. I would love if she could be a med cat apprentice!