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[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff]

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Silver paws moved with ease through the camp, blue eyes searching for a particular tom. Though she hadn't really spoken to him much in the past, and their conversations had once again become scarce with the roll of greencough that had taken over, she felt as though he was an easy tom to get along with. She was fairly certain that they had both been lucky enough to escape getting ill. However, that meant that they had both been very busy, out on patrols. All the healthy felines had had to work extra hard to ensure that the Clan remained protected and well fed. When she hadn't been out hunting or patrolling the border, she'd been fast asleep. All in all, not much time for socializing.

Now, things were looking up. The Clan was on the rise again, and Feathercloud was feeling more and more rested every day. Though patrols were still occasionally small due to the still-healing number of warriors, the silver she-cat was feeling more confident that TreeClan would make it out alright. Loss had been felt all across the forest, but it was finally coming to an end. And her muscles were just bursting with energy today, as though she'd not done anything in moons. It was a blessing from fartClan that she'd been assigned to a patrol.

Now where was the tom that was supposed to come with her... Finally, she spotted him near the edge of camp. Bounding forward, she was quick to close the distance between them. Flashing a grin as her tail danced from side to side, she paused a few tail lengths from where Sprucefur stood. With a toss of her head she fixed him with sharp, blue eyes that were full of a playful spark. She was known to be loud, known to be stubborn. And she'd been known to pull a prank or joke every now and again. There wasn't much that could throw her off her game.

"Hey there, Not-Lionfart! Are you slacking off again, hm? Come on lazy bones! We've got a patrol to get going on!" With a laugh and a flick of her tail, she turned and began to trot towards the camp entrance. With a glance over one shoulder, she added. "Well? Are you coming, or what?"

Fawn

[Fawn]

Sprucefur
31 Moons - TreeClan - Warrior

Probably because he had never spoken to her about it, that Feathercloud was unaware of how her teasing words had affected him. Brushing off the unintentionally inflicted wound with a small shake of his coat, Sprucefur stretched, feeling the reassuring pop and release of his joints after laying in the sun too long.

He had been working harder than most these past few days, and in light of Grayowl's betrayal to the Clan, double the amount of patrols already ordered by Lionstar had left him with a cracked paw pad and slight irritability due to lack of sleep.

So he'd taken a little quiet time to himself to stretch out in the sunlight and let his body rejuvenate from the rigors he'd been putting it through lately.

"No need to rush," he mewed with a small yawn, striding forward to catch up to her. "The territory isn't going anywhere." It wasn't so rare these days that he got to spend time alone with just Feathercloud for company; while it was true that they had both been very focused on their assigned duties, warriorhood trumping any kind of need or desire for socialization, Sprucefur had still relished the opportunity.

Even his feelings thus far remained unspoken of, let alone hinted at, Sprucefur preferring to keep things quiet behind a wall of unassuming friendship and a small tendency to being withdrawn.

It was a beautiful day today; sickness had taken it's toll on a number of their Clanmates, but thankfully, Sprucefur and Feathercloud had both escaped the worst of it. Both were left a bit thin after leafbare, but it was difficult to tell due to the thickness of their coats and the energy still coursing through their blood.

"It's about that time again," Sprucefur glanced over at her "For more kits to be born. Maybe by Leaf-fall we'll both be mentors." It was bound to happen eventually, but seeing young Wormpaw - or, rather, Gorsetail be given his own apprentice before either he or Feathercloud had gotten the chance had stung a little.

Yes, Gorsetail was markedly wise beyond his moons, but...

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[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff]

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She trotted forward, glancing back slightly as Sprucefur spoke of the territory not going anywhere. With a flick of her tail, she laughed slightly, shaking her head. "It's not the territory I'm worried about. Sure, it might not be going anywhere, but the prey in the territory might just decide to get up and leave." When he finally did catch up to her, she fell into a steady, even pace, one that matched his movements. Her sharp blue eyes were calm, half-lidded as she let the familiarity of this situation wash over her. She'd been on patrol with this particular tom many a times in recent days, and it was nice to have a sort of routine.

As they weaved throughout the tree-covered territory they'd both grown up in, her ears pricked and pivoted, listening to the sounds of the forest, as well as the words that the tom beside her spoke. She paused for a moment, considering his words as her blue eyes flicked up towards the sky that could just be seen between the thick canopy of trees above. Her tail flicked slightly, thoughtfully as she walked beside him. Glancing over at him, she finally responded to the larger tom.

"You really think so? I'd love to have an apprentice, I really would. I could see Lionstar giving you an apprentice. I mean, look at you. You are one of the most loyal cats I've seen among TreeClan." She smiled softly at him, her gaze returning to looking in front of her as she stepped down off of a trunk they'd bounded up on to climb over and continue their journey. "And I think loyalty is something to be passed on. But what do others see in me?" She flashed him a slight grin as she swerved, purposely bumping into the tom playfully.

"I'm pretty sure that all Lionst.ar sees in me is the young and slightly immature she-cat that he trained. You know, the type that you'd just.. Look upon fondly as you flick their ear and shake your head. Maybe even throw in a chuckle somewhere." She gave a shrug of her shoulders. "And I don't mind, not really. I mean... It's fun, you know? But I think that having an apprentice is one of the greatest honours a Clan leader can bestow on a warrior. I'd take an apprentice over becoming deputy or something any day."

She curled and then flicked her tail, giving a slight rise of her shoulders. "But anyway, I got a little carried away in babbling there. Sorry you had to hear that Sprucefur! I do wish TreeClan a healthy recovery, and would love to see the re-emergence of kits again." Ears pricked, as though having picked up on a sound, but whatever it was had moved away from them.

[Fawn]

Sprucefur
31 Moons - TreeClan - Warrior

Her praise was unexpected, so unexpected that he was suspicious of it at first - before sensibility kicked in. Why would she be teasing him? Sprucefur knew her to be a compassionate (if not hot-tempered) she-cat, and it was because of this knowledge that Sprucefur felt his skin warm beneath his pale semi-long coat, keeping evenly in step with Feathercloud.

When she turned the conversation onto herself, revealing what she suspected Lionstar's opinion of her to be, Sprucefur loyally objected, ignoring the fact that the conversation had been ended by Feathercloud herself. "I'm sure he doesn't think that. Especially after how helpful you've been to him and the Clan since the sickness happened. If anything, you should've been moved to the top of his list as far as mentors go. At least you should be."

That was the honest truth. If Lionstar could not see how much they had each contributed to the Clan then his eyesight was starting to go; things were a bit strange now without a replacement for Daringheart, but overall their efforts can't have gone unnoticed. Not by a cat Sprucefur knew was especially mindful of the Clan's interactions, considering the recent exile.

Speaking of exile...

Sprucefur moved a little closer to Feathercloud, daringly allowing their pelts to brush for a brief moment, seeking to protect her from the Kinmurderer that lurked in the shadows - wherever that dastardly flea-bitten piece of foxdung was hiding. Sprucefur was normally a calm, collected individual, but Grayowl's betrayal had put a bad taste in his mouth ever since, and he'd grown a bit more protective than ever of the cats he held dear.

Including Feathercloud.

Wondering about her thoughts on the subject, Sprucefur waited to hear her response to his words before he would ask about Grayowl. He would have to find another name to call that particular cat by, as referring to him as his true name somehow felt... wrong.

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[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff]

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Silver ears pivoted above her head as Sprucefur began to speak again. She glanced over at him, feeling her fur warm slightly at his words. She couldn't figure out why she reacted the way she did, but she couldn't deny that she suddenly felt warmer. That, and her smile didn't seem to want to disappear. Even through Sprucefur's praise, she couldn't deny the strange unease that had lodged itself in her belly since Lionstar had exiled Grayowl. Normally, their advantage against their enemies was that they knew TreeClan's territory. But Grayowl had been TreeClan for so long... He knew it as well as anyone.

It didn't feel like their territory anymore. It didn't feel... Safe. What did feel safe was the gentle brush of Sprucefur's coat against hers. She didn't move away, letting the tom's sandy-colored coat mingle ever so slightly with her silver fur. Her eyes flicked down to her paws as she continued to pad along beside him, unsure of what to answer to that. How had she not noticed before.. How could she not have seen that Sprucefur was a kind tom? What had blinded her to this fact. She always remembered him being there, around the camp. But she'd never seemed to give him the time of day.

Something like guilt pricked in her belly, but she didn't have long to dwell on it. That unease spiked so suddenly within her that her paws froze, eyes going wide as a horridly familiar scent washed over her. Before the silver warrioress had any time to react, a white streak exploded from the bushes, colliding with her. The force of the impact, and the fact that the cat who'd collided with her was larger, sent her rolling, leaving her momentarily disoriented, shaking her head to try and clear it.

Why am I seeing two of everything?

[smear:4e91dd]Skyfall[/smear:000000]

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The white tom had been hunting a mouse, thick white tail still as he stalked forward. He'd manoeuvred himself in such a way that the breeze carried his scent away from his prey. It was all coming together. So close... Unfortunately, his choice in position left him at an unlucky disadvantage. The upper paw went to the young, russet-brown fox who was stalking him from the bushes. StarClan shone its' light for a brief instant, however, when the eager, obviously young animal made one simple mistake that would alert its prey to its position just in time.

Bushes rattling to his left, too strong to be the wind, had Skyfall's head snapping up, bi-colored eyes narrowing to make out what was there. The mouse had long since fled, and something, some base instinct told the white tom that he should do the same. It was then that he saw a glint in the bushes, from eyes too bizarre to be any cat's eyes. As the fox lunged out of the bushes, the tom's large paws pushed away from the ground, springing him just out of the way of those devastating, snapping jaws.

Not sparing another moment to look over his shoulder, the tom took off at a run, hoping to guide the creature away from TreeClan's camp, and possibly outrun it. With a sharp barking sound, the fox excitedly began to chase its prey. Skyfall could hear its' heavier, pounding paws chasing him. He also knew that he couldn't run forever, nor could he fight it off alone. He lost track of how much ground he'd covered, weaving between trees. He was too large to make a proper, safe leap into one of the trees, not at the pace he was currently pelting forward at. But he could feel the warmth of the fox's fowl breath occasionally against the tip of his tail.

I have to keep going, keep swerving. But he made a mistake. His paws slipped from beneath him on some foliage and he skidded. A burning sensation on his flank, the sudden heaviness to his coat and the unmistakable tang of blood told him that the fox had managed to take a nip at him. Spinning on adept paws, Skyfall raked his claws down the canine's muzzle, leaving it to howl in pain and shake its head. It gave Skyfall a small window of escape, and he kept on running.

What he didn't expect was to collide with two other TreeClan warriors. He was quicker to rise to his paws, adrenaline clearing his head quickly. His left flank was stained red and matted slightly from the wound, but he hardly noticed his sudden change in color. He didn't have time to worry about his coat, didn't have time to clear his head. The fox remind him of that with a swipe that nicked his shoulder. "Sprucefur, Feathercloud, get out of here and get help." He panted, before leaping at the fox, claws slicing through the air, landing a strike on the fox's cheek.

The creature snarled at the hit, throwing its head up and out of Skyfall's reach. The white tom, however, didn't hesitate. Instead he leapt for the young canine's now exposed throat. The fox's coat was still thick, meaning he only managed to tear out chunks of fur rather than deal any real damage. But it left an opening now. He just needed to get another hit to the throat and he could break skin.... The russet animal tossed its' head, desperately trying to shake the white tom off.

When Skyfall was finally shaken off, the tom managed to land on his paws, but his shoulder collided with a tree with enough force to make him grunt. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. Not when the two younger cats were still in trouble. Leaping back into the fray, the tom tried his best to ignore the exhaustion he could feel creeping up on him. Claws flashed out again, landing a solid hit across the fox's face, blood seeping into its eye. The fox howled in rage, blindly throwing its head to the side and ferociously snapping its powerful jaws.

Skyfall staggered when the fox's head collided with him, hissing loudly and managing to claw at its muzzle again. By this point, the scent of blood was everywhere, both his and the fox's. They appeared at a stalemate, until those penetrating teeth sunk into his shoulder, leaving the white tom to yowl in pain, claws lashing to try at get the fox to release him. It wasn't until he'd been given a good solid shake, however, that the fox decided to let go, sending Skyfall straight into the trunk of a tree. This hit was much harder, and Skyfall's already spinning head was momentarily taken over by blackness. A muffled shriek of his name rose into the air as a silver blur ran in his direction. He felt sticky with what he presumed was blood, not knowing just how much was covering him.

There was a brief moment when he tried to rise to his paws once more, but his muscles wouldn't seem to respond. The last thing he saw was the sand-toned coat of Sprucefur as the tom moved between himself and the fox, who was all too eager to continue playing with its prey. Skyfall's body went limp as darkness took over. He didn't see the silver she-cat's wide, icy blue eyes, swimming with a mixture of fear and horror. Nor did he see when she bounded forward, body tense, fur fluffed out so she looked twice her size as she brushed up against the younger tom, mouth opened in a fierce hiss.

[Fawn]

Sprucefur
Tom || 31 Moons || TreeClan || Warrior

The pungent musk of fox had struck Sprucefur's nasal passages at the exact moment Skyfall had barreled into Feathercloud, sending her sprawling and escalating what had seconds previously been a peaceful walk through the woods into an all out fight to the death. Recoiling with a stinging hiss, fur spiking as if taken over by some sort of divine fury, his appearance was not as bushy and full as Feathercloud's longer pelt lent her, but he struck a fearsome visage as his spine arched and he stood protectively in front of the unconscious, bloodied tom.

The older warrior was putting up a fight that would've made LionClan bow their heads in acknowledgement; Sprucefur managed to snake a few brief attacks to the fox when it came within range, but the furious tangle of teeth and claws and white fur against russet made it difficult to find an opening. It wasn't until cat and foe separated that Sprucefur had his chance. Now of all times, there has to be a fox attack! Any other cat on patrol with him besides his two sisters, and he could have fought without too much worry, his heart not immediately exposed - but this time it was different.

Constantly aware of Feathercloud, Sprucefur took a more aggressive approach than was his usual, but not even StarClan could hold it against him. There were two cats here worthy of protecting, a warrior StarClan had no right to pull from the Clan before his time - and a warrioress Sprucefur would sooner give his life for than allow a single filthy fox tooth to so much as graze her pelt. Soul fueled and burning, Sprucefur intended to snowball the wounds the fox had already sustained courtesy of Skyfall, until the wretch was either dead or ran to it's den keening with it's tail tucked between it's legs. He returned the wound to the shoulder the white warrior had received, Sprucefur's jaws locking onto the tough joint, claws like needles as he held onto the creature in a death-hold, rooted in the russet pelt and prepared to be thrown as the fox's writhing was punctuated by screeches.

He was not so overprotective that he wouldn't allow Feathercloud to have any part of this battle - in fact, he expected her to be antagonizing the fox elsewhere, while he served as a distraction, perfect for her to dart up and land a few devastating blows.

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[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff]

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The moment Sprucefur leapt at the fox, Feathercloud understood what he was doing. His target was a wound that had already been opened. He knew that that would antagonize the fox the most. While the pale furred tom latched his teeth and claws into the fox's shoulder, Feathercloud watched the way it swung its head, trying to reach the cat that had grabbed it. She took this as her chance, springing forward and diving beneath its muzzle to catch its attention. It momentarily forgot about Sprucefur, its head swinging back to try and snap at the she-cat. But she was faster.

Before the fox could grab even the end of her tail, she'd nipped the canine's left forepaw, causing it to yelp in alarm and pick up the paw. By the time its eyes landed on her, she had sprung clear of its range. Too dumb to do differently, it went for Sprucefur again, an aggravated sound leaving its muzzle as it shook itself vigorously. Her ears lay flat against her head as she lashed her tail, fur prickling while a counter hiss left her. She darted to the side before running at the fox again, this time targeting its hind legs. It howled in frustration, doing what it could to turn to grab at her.

The only thing it got, however, was a set of claws down its muzzle. And then she was clear of its snapping jaws. "Keep at it Sprucefur!" The silver she-cat called out her encouragement to her battle partner, but there was no mistaking the unease that trickled in her voice. She'd never faced a fox, and to say that it wasn't nerve wracking would be a lie. She was just glad she was a warrior and had been taught well, and that Sprucefur was a talented and smart tom. But her talent rested in the art of tree-climbing.

Tree-climbing! The idea hit her with such force that she felt winded for a moment. Ice blue eyes flashing to the nearest tree, she hoped that her plan would work, and not leave Sprucefur to fight alone. Crouching slightly, she took a heartbeat to prepare herself, but not a second longer. She couldn't risk the fox besting Sprucefur. She'd never forgive herself if he was seriously injured because she had hesitated. She had long since lost track of what the tom was doing, she just hoped that it was distracting enough to cover her.

And then she ran full speed ahead. Leaping at the fox's flank, she used the creature like a springboard, launching herself well clear as the animal's hind legs staggered. It howled, snapping at her. But by this point, she was already launching herself up into a tree. Her claws hooked at the bark and her muscles adjusted to this new tactic. It soon became natural, a habit, and she moved up the trunk with a surprising ease. The fox watched the silver feline until it lost her amongst the foliage. That and Sprucefur's constant antagonizing became absolutely infuriating.

The russet beast had pretty much forgotten about the second cat, its muzzle reaching for the tom with a vengeance, when Feathercloud saw her opening. Bracing herself, she leapt off one of the lower branches of the tree above the fox and Sprucefur. The force of her landing caused the fox to stagger, its legs collapsing beneath it. Immediately, her claws latched into its fur, and she made a lunge for the fox's ears. Sinking her teeth into the soft flesh, she proceeded to tug its head violently to one side. It yowled in a mixture of pain and rage, momentarily leaving its chest exposed.

Luckily, all Sprucefur had needed was a moment. Abandoning what he'd been doing, Feathercloud saw him move from the corner of her ice blue eyes. And then the fox let out a sound like none of the ones it had made previously as Sprucefur's claws scored a hit right across its chest. It turned tail and began to run for it, Feathercloud still latched to its back. It took her a moment to register the fox's flight. Releasing her hold and springing away, she let herself hit the ground in a roll. She stood, icy eyes waiting until it disappeared in the undergrowth, before she let her haunches drop to the ground.

But catching her breath was only her second priority. Chest still heaving slightly, she glanced over her shoulder, voice calling out. "Spruce... Sprucefur. Are you okay?"

[Fawn]

Sprucefur
Tom || 31 Moons || TreeClan || Warrior

"I'm here." And so is Skyfall, but not for much longer. Fur the color of pale sand was streaked with blood in places - the majority of it being the fox's, but after it became clear he was favoring his right front paw, a little of it was surely his. "Well done, but we need to get Skyfall to Littletimber." Tone as grave as the situation, he could not bask in their victory, in Feathercloud's expertly executed moves and the way she'd springboarded right off the fox as if it were nothing more than a common, convenient stump or rock.

Hurrying over to the wounded warrior, Sprucefur, whose senses were still bogged down with the nasty, malodorous scent of their vulpine foe, could taste Skyfall's blood on his scent glands when he bent to pick him up; hang on, Skyfall. Don't you dare die on us. His heart still pounded as if they were once more right in the thick of it, the adrenaline still running it's unstoppable course, like a river that had overflowed - his fear for her and his fear for Skyfall had increased his desire to protect by tenfold. The heartbeat when she'd come in close to scratch the fox in the face had been a moment he'd found himself unconsciously gripping tighter, sinking his teeth in harder, frightened that if he didn't put forth all his strength and courage into stopping that fox, Feathercloud would be exactly as Skyfall was now - draped over his back and frantically carried back to Littletimber's den.

For one gut-wrenching moment, Sprucefur had to consider what his next course of action should have been if Feathercloud had been seriously injured as well. He couldn't carry them both back to camp, but by StarClan he would've tried. A flicker of guilt flashed across the young warrior's gaze, and he did not like the truth he'd discovered deep in his heart -- it felt like a betrayal, and Sprucefur's guilt worsened by the fact that not even StarClan themselves could have made him change that terrible truth.

If he had been forced to leave one behind...

He would hope and pray and race against the wind that Skyfall would cling to life long enough for Sprucefur to come back for him.

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[smear:999999]Feathercloud[/smear:ffffff]

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Once she was reassured that Sprucefur was alive, the silver feline was rising to her paws. Her muscles ached, but she was pretty sure she had escaped most of the damage. From what she could see, her pelt was still silver. Padding forward with an urgency that was fully expected in a situation like this, the silver she-cat helped the tom in getting the older, white warrior safely onto Sprucefur's back. She hated noting how much red there was coating Skyfall's usually pristine white coat. It had her heart thudding violently in her chest, in a manner that was nothing but sickening.

Once certain that Skyfall was secured on Sprucefur's back, Feathercloud parted her jaws, doing her best to push past the overwhelming stench of fox and the tang of blood, coming from both Skyfall and Sprucefur. Picking up the unmistakable scent of TreeClan, one that told her which direction they should head in, she leaned into Sprucefur, doing her best to take some of Skyfall's weight. She'd seen the way he'd been favoring one of his forepaws. Not caring if her silver fur was dirtied (it was already pretty ruffled and dusty from the fox attack), she walked with Sprucefur, letting him set the pace.

She was silent the whole journey back, her chest too tight, her ears constantly moving, searching. If that fox came back... It was likely that the end would not be as fortunate. Sparing a glance over her shoulder, she let her icy eyes check over Skyfall, painfully noting the limp way he draped over Sprucefur's back. But I see him breathing. I'm pretty sure I see him breathing... She told herself, refusing to believe that the white warrior was anything but okay. They would make it. They'd scared off the fox, and they would get Skyfall to Littletimber's den in time. They had to.

She did all she could to help Sprucefur all the way back to TreeClan's camp. She was hardly aware of the commotion their entrance caused. Barely noticed as Brokensong rushed over to her side worriedly. Ice blue eyes were glazed over, as though the she-cat were simply on autopilot now. Warriors were helping Sprucefur get Skyfall off his back. She was pretty sure she could hear shuffling from inside the medicine cat's den. And all she did was sit there and watch. Eventually, Brokensong's frantic nuzzling and licking brought her out of her dazed state.

Shaking off her friend, she managed to whisper something to her. "Sorry Brokensong... I'm fine. I.. I have to go check on Sprucefur." There was a hesitation before she added. "And Skyfall." Leaving the frantic, hazel-eyed warrioress, Feathercloud padded forward. Part of her coat was raised at an odd angle, having been pushed that way by the tortoiseshell she'd just abandoned. A pang hit her, and she suddenly desperately wished Silverpaw was still here. Approaching Sprucefur, she looked him over with worried eyes. And then the words just left her in a rush of air. "How are you feeling? I'm really glad you're alive... And that you were there to fight beside me. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you.." Her words trailed off as she focused on Skyfall.

Lowering herself into a seated position, as though she were just unable to bother holding herself up anymore, she whispered to Sprucefur. "Do you think.. Skyfall will be okay?"

[Fawn]

Sprucefur
Tom || 31 Moons || TreeClan || Warrior

"How are you feeling? I'm really glad you're alive... And that you were there to fight beside me. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you.."

If the potential death of a Clanmate was not hanging over them like a dark cloud, Sprucefur would've inwardly soaked up these words of Feathercloud's, finding a small joy in her likely (unfortunately) platonic affection towards him, and that she viewed him as a valuable member of the Clan. A small smile appeared on the pale tom's face like a faint, hazy sun on a heavily clouded day, unable to smile too brightly when Skyfall's life was suspended between worlds. When that one weighted question was finally whispered, and left to hover in the air like some sort of foreboding sensation, Sprucefur caught Feathercloud's eye with the corners of his own, his peripherals taking in her pretty tabby features, though his chest felt tight. "I don't know," he couldn't lie to her. "But Skyfall's strong. If he does pull through, we won't be surprised, will we? He's made of stronger stuff than most."

To the white warrior's credit, he had held off a fox all by himself for StarClan knew how long, and it wasn't as if Skyfall had suddenly balked and made a break back towards camp; no they had run into him leading the fox away from their home, and in Sprucefur's eyes, that spoke volumes of Skyfall's commitment to his Clan - going so far as to put his personal safety far below that of his Clanmates'. He had insisted that they run, and Skyfall's voice echoed across the pale tom's mind, followed by after images of the white warrior slumping to the earth and losing consciousness, his blood-streaked fur a testament to just how hard he'd fought.

A yellow-green gaze settled upon the aptly named Littletimber and his apprentice, Honeypaw, as they hurried around the injured tom like bees, herbs and cobwebs passed between them and pressed into injuries or coaxed down the wounded feline's throat. His scratched paw and additional cuts seemed paltry compared to what Skyfall was going through, so he opted not to get medical treatment - they'd be much too occupied with Skyfall to want such an untimely interruption.

Another glance at Feathercloud, blatantly aware of how close she was sitting to him, this knowledge sinking into the back of his mind like thorns - but he shelved it for later consideration. Not that it was a good idea to get his hopes up. "Staring like this won't make his wounds heal faster, we need to tell Thunderclaw or Lionstar about the fox." They could come back to see Skyfall at another time, and perhaps then they would be allowed to clean the blood from the pristine white fur the warrior was known for.

Sprucefur didn't like seeing it so tarnished.