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i'm everything you can't control

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A small mouse clutched in her jaws, Rowanpaw limped into the massive log that served as TreeClan's camp. Thunderclaw walked beside her, dragging her hefty catch along. With her right forepaw tucked tight to her chest, she hobbled on three legs to drop the mouse onto the fresh-kill pile. The raven she had pounced on was placed beside the pile, and she couldn't help but glow with pride.

She had launched herself from a tree after the raven swooped down past her nose, chasing the mouse she had just placed on the pile. It was a long jump, and a heavy landing, but she had made the kill nonetheless, and it was a pretty impressive kill indeed. It had, however, caused damage to her shoulder, which had disabled her foreleg.

Knowing what she had to do, she turned away from the kill pile. Green eyes aimed for Littletimber's den, and she hoped he would be there. A little less wobbly than when she had begun, Rowanpaw hobbled forward. It was an awkward thing, a process of inchworming her fore and hindpaws in a manner that only somewhat resembled walking.

It took her a little longer than most cats, but she eventually made it into the medicine cat's den. She saw his form near the back of the den, and wobbled through the entrance, stopping just a few pawsteps within.

With her right foreleg still tucked close to her chest, she softly addressed the tom. "Littletimber? I think I need some help." Her green eyes were soft, filled with nervousness and uncertainty. She hoped he wouldn't be angry at her for needing his knowledge of healing. With the silent, ghost-like cat, though, it was hard to tell.

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I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

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Ears pricked on the small tom as he continued to go about his daily work of organizing the herbs and berries in the right piles and right assortments, incase any were to be needed. The quite and odd little Medicine Cat of Treeclan lifted his head from studying the difference between Watermint and Catmint when a soft meow caught his attention. A cat had entered his space, his den where he was used to being alone. Pulling his head out of the dark cavern that was considered his den, and where he hid his herbs from the harsh sunlight, though it was starting to get a bit cooler, the sandy brown tabby caught Rowanpaw's scent before he actually saw her.

Pale teal eyes narrowed a the apprentice's form, who was most defiantly taller than him now. Being hyper-observant, Littletimber was easily able to make out what had brought young Rowanpaw to his den, though it didn't take a blind cat to figure that out either. With silent pawsteps, the creepy medicine cat padded forwards, letting his ghostly eye run over the injured limb that was currently being held up to keep from further injury and protection.

Littletimber wasn't about to ask an unnecessary question, such as how she obtained the injury, she had obviously been out hunting, he could smell the fresh prey on her fur and muzzle. However, he did have to figure out what she fell from or on, it could differ the injury if she fell from a tree, or a rock, or even if she tripped and landed wrong. Rookfrost had been very specific on shoulder injuries when they went over them in his training sessions.

Taking a couple of steps back, Littletimber settled down on his rump to look at Rowanpaw from the front, examining the swelling of the shoulder joint. "Very well..." That high pitched, scratchy voice sounded from his small body. "What did you fall from?" If she fell at all, maybe a pounce gone wrong. Anything could happen to cats who lived half their lives in trees like squirrels.

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My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish some one up there will find me
Till then I walk alone

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The tawny apprentice shifted uncomfortably as Littletimber turned to face her. She could practically feel his gaze burning through her shoulder, his odd blue-green eyes taking in every minute detail.

'Very well. What did you fall from?' Short and to the point. He was a no nonsense cat. She flicked her ears back nervously. "A tree. Thunderclaw and I were hunting--he wanted me to hunt solely in the air, and told me not to touch the ground unless I had caught something or was dropping down on something." She paused and shifted, risking a glance in the medicine cat's direction, before dropping her gaze back to the ground. Her tail hung dejectedly behind her, feeling more nervous and uneasy than she had in forever. She still wasn't sure how Littletimber would act; he was such a foreign entity that there was no way for her to begin to even guess what he would do.

"I was pretty high up, I guess, and as I was walking along a branch, a huge raven flew past! He was dropping to catch a mouse on the ground. I was really scared, I thought it was after me! But then I realized what it was after, and I had an idea. So I hopped down through the branches, trying to get as close to the ground as I could. I reached the last branch before the ground, and I guess it was still pretty high, but I jumped anyway. And I landed on the raven! It wasn't very happy about it, though, and it tried to fly away. I kind of lost balance a little, but I held on, and then I killed it! And it had the mouse in its claws! So, I caught both of them at once!" Throughout her tale, her voice rose and dipped, as she got excited and then remembered who she was talking to. She couldn't completely control herself though; she had to tell her story the only way she knew how: with enthusiasm.

She risked another glance at Littletimber, who by now was probably growing quite impatient, and finished off her story in a rush. "And when I went to step off the raven, my leg gave out, and I ended up on the ground. My shoulder hurts, and I don't want to move it, and I couldn't put any weight on it back in the forest." Rowanpaw looked at Littletimber with the face of a lost but hopeful puppy, waiting for him to pass judgement on her story and her injury.

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