Post by ℊℓоω on Apr 11, 2020 13:44:09 GMT -5
★ Honeypaw ★
When her face was clawed, she was once again knocked to the ground. The blow was more jarring than painful, and it was several seconds before the world stopped spinning. When she looked up, Hazelsplash was standing over her. The fear and concern in the older she-cat's eyes were palpable.
"Can you walk?" asked the warrior. Honeypaw nodded and sat up a bit. There was a dull sting in her stomach, but the adrenalin prevented her from feeling the pain of her wounds. The world was still spinning.
"Yeah," she answered, though she wasn't so sure. She willed herself to stand up, but her body felt like it was weighed down. Sighing softly, she lay back as if she were getting sleepy. "In a minute," she added, closing her eyes. Her body went comfortably limp. Then she felt Hazelsplash nose her fur, nudging her to get up.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here," urged the warrior.
Honeypaw allowed herself to be pushed into a standing position. She stood gingerly, trying not to move excessively because she was still lightheaded. When she looked up again, Brambleshade was there too. He looked a bit battered, but Honeypaw was relieved to see him mostly intact.
"Is she alright?" he asked, more to Hazelsplash than to Honeypaw. Honeypaw gave a dazed nod
Suddenly her eyes widened and she looked back in the direction of the path. "Brambleshade?" she asked, looking a bit panicked. The enemy warriors were now retreating and she could see them running up the hill out of the corner of her eye. But that was not what she was looking for. Her expression relaxed significantly when she spotted it lying untouched on the path: her thrush. "Will someone carry my bird back to camp?" she asked hoarsely.
When her face was clawed, she was once again knocked to the ground. The blow was more jarring than painful, and it was several seconds before the world stopped spinning. When she looked up, Hazelsplash was standing over her. The fear and concern in the older she-cat's eyes were palpable.
"Can you walk?" asked the warrior. Honeypaw nodded and sat up a bit. There was a dull sting in her stomach, but the adrenalin prevented her from feeling the pain of her wounds. The world was still spinning.
"Yeah," she answered, though she wasn't so sure. She willed herself to stand up, but her body felt like it was weighed down. Sighing softly, she lay back as if she were getting sleepy. "In a minute," she added, closing her eyes. Her body went comfortably limp. Then she felt Hazelsplash nose her fur, nudging her to get up.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here," urged the warrior.
Honeypaw allowed herself to be pushed into a standing position. She stood gingerly, trying not to move excessively because she was still lightheaded. When she looked up again, Brambleshade was there too. He looked a bit battered, but Honeypaw was relieved to see him mostly intact.
"Is she alright?" he asked, more to Hazelsplash than to Honeypaw. Honeypaw gave a dazed nod
Suddenly her eyes widened and she looked back in the direction of the path. "Brambleshade?" she asked, looking a bit panicked. The enemy warriors were now retreating and she could see them running up the hill out of the corner of her eye. But that was not what she was looking for. Her expression relaxed significantly when she spotted it lying untouched on the path: her thrush. "Will someone carry my bird back to camp?" she asked hoarsely.
