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Hope you feel better I honestly think I'll just let Slashpelt lie, since she can't do much, so you and di keep going, unless we're planning a timeskip)

Aww, you okay now? *Hugs* Glad to have you back:) Aha! I can do something! *Types furiously*)

Slashpelt struggled to her feet, sending sharp jolts of pain through her leg. She didn't think it was broken, but she kept it off the ground and hobbled along on three legs just the same. "Well, other than my leg, I'm fine." Which was true; the only other injuries she had were a bruised tail and small cuts and scratches from being thrown into the brambles.

Okay *Pats* Just know we are all here for you if you need anything. Oh I just gotta tell you, I downloaded this awesome app on my phone called Rain Sounds, and you can play lake rain where you can change the volume of frogs and a campfire, and there's string instruments in another one, and piano and thunder... It's really cool. You should try it. It's free too. And yes, Dusty will roleplay with them when di gets back)

Slashpelt leaned against Ravenstar, shuffling along in an anything but dainty way. After a while, she sort of got the hang of counting three pawsteps, not four, and got into a rhythm which made it easier to walk. Despite the pain she was in, she felt... Happy. Being so close to Ravenstar made her feel that much more safer than if it was any other cat.

Finally I can actually roleplay her feelings for Ravenstar. I like it the way it's been going, rather than obsessing over his safety or whatever at every moment, and in the heat of battle be screaming his name, only in the calmer, quiet moments does she let her thoughts drift to him. It seems more, realistic. If you know what I mean)

(This will PROBABLY be my last repmy for the weekend sorry anyways I'm real sorry to hear about your aunt Wild. Are you okay?)

Nightfeather shook his head at Ravenstar's question. "No, I'm alright," he replied, glancing over at Slashpelt. She looked injured, but before he could do anything to help, Ravenstar ordered him to take up the rear of the patrol and let the other warrior lean on him. Nightfeather dipped his head to the leader and dropped behind the others as they began to head back to camp, his surly mood returning as hos adrenaline rush faded. For a moment he had felt like his old self again, rushing to help his Clanmates without a second thought and with no concern for himself. Now, though, he put the wall between himself and them back up, head down and tail swinging irritably as he drifted behind.

(Im sorry Wild )

"M-me? You really think so?" Stormpaw asked, sounding suddenly shy. He never thought of himself as good at anything, really, just a decent apprentice with just enough skills to scrape by. It was Sweetpaw who was talented- who had the knack for getting in trouble and then sweet talking her way out of it, who could hunt well, and make friends easily. The difference between the two littermates was surprising.

"Where should we take the kits?" Sweetpaw asked Fieldgrass nervously.

"Soft? Me?" He scoffed jokingly, giggling when she poked him, her paw tickling a little. He rolled over onto his stomach, looking at his friend.
"You can too! You're really smart, and really good at fighting and hunting, there's a reason why Blizzardwing actually likes you." He pointed out, nudging his friend lightly. Granted, due to her size she no doubt had to figure things out on her own, which made her smarter, but he decided it was smart not to mention that. He could see her becoming the leader one day, and, admittedly, a small part of him would love to be her deputy, thinking they'd make a great team.

"Thats not true! And if it happens I'll-" He paused, trying to think of a way to make her feel better. "We'll run away and start a new clan together! I clan of tailless, small cats!" He announced firmly, trying to get her to cheer up a little bit. He nudged his friend again, looking for a smile on her face.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know they are... It doesn't mean that they aren't a pain in the tail sometimes." He commented, before seeing the look of sadness wash crossed her face. She must miss her family, too. He thought with a pang. Although Stormpaw had been lucky enough not to lose any of his littermates so far, him and Sweetpaw being the only two of the litter, his parents had passed on not too long ago, losing their fights with green cough. Although he'd never admit it, he missed his parents greatly, and he would do anything to see them again.

Stormpaw wrinkled his nose at the sound of the flirty toms name, not exactly a fan of him, either. He always thought that flirting was a waste of time, so it made being around the tom unbearable. "I have no idea. Probably," He mewed, a hint of jealousy clear in his voice. He couldn't help it- he felt as if no one ever wanted to take him out on a patrol. He was there, mentor less, and he usuallly had to beg to get some training in. But the moment Sweetpaw didn't have a mentor, she didn't have a problem being taken out. It just wasn't fair!