Post by Fawn on Jan 2, 2013 4:47:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #E9967A; padding: 5px; width: 210px, bTable][style=opacity: 0.7; background-color: ##F4A460; padding: 4px;][/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #FF4500; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 7px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]Duskpaw // She-Cat // 9 Moons[/style] [style=background-color: #FFDAB9; padding: 5px; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; color: #708090; text-align: justify;]The pretty tortoiseshell's eyes had grown wide with concern, not sure if she believed Sparrowpaw completely when she swore she was perfectly fine, and even suggested that the black and white gawky apprentice had better go back to hunting. "Wait-" Duskpaw had been about to interject, but the sight of Sparrowpaw's leg giving out on her was enough to shut her up, Duskpaw darting forward with worry written all over her white muzzle and the rest of her dappled face. Duskpaw was surprised to know that she felt the same kind of intense worry for Sparrowpaw that she had felt for Nobleheart when he'd nearly been slaughtered by Demon. "Let's get you back to camp instead - and I won't take no for an answer," Meowing in a kind but firm tone, there was a Medicine-Cat-Like quality to the way she spoke those words, Duskpaw dipping her head to Swallowpaw in a silent gesture of thanks, the tom having darted over to support his sister even before she'd started moving. "Does your leg feel broken or dislocated?" Inquired Duskpaw, padding alongside the pair, making sure she wasn't getting in their way as they hopefully would begin the trek back to camp. Wait, the grackle! Even though she wanted to get a grasp of how injured Sparrowpaw truly was before they reached the Medicine Cat's den (in case their healer had questions, and Sparrowpaw was in too much pain to respond), she couldn't just leave a decent piece of fresh-kill just lying in the snow for some other predator to pick up. Backtracking, the larger of the two she-cats was quick to retrieve the grackle, her words blocked by dark feathers, but her thoughts and emotions raged on, unhindered. She hadn't scented any blood on Sparrowpaw, so it was likely just a sprain? or a torn muscle? If Sparrowpaw had broken something, the poor apprentice likely would have passed out from the pain, right? She had seen that happen once before... Quickening her pace, the tortoiseshell and white TreeClanner flanked Sparrowpaw's free side, prepared to help in any way that she could. It was a good thing they weren't far from home. [/style] [style=font-family: Helvetica Neue; color: #FF4500; font-size: 25px; letter-spacing: 5px; text-align: center; font-weight: 100!important;]Word Count: 471 Notes: [/style] |