Open Territory had to hide away // climbing fail

[Fujimoto]

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A shrike hopped between the branches of the pines as Fujimoto maneuvered between them, trying to keep up against the wind. Paws moved with thoughtful intent as his claws wrapped around the bark of each perch, tail winding behind him to keep balance. Fujimoto grit his teeth with effort as he pushed against the breeze and huffed as he struggled to sustain the pace.

Just this one, and the the patrol can go home!" The torbie thought while they leapt for the next tree, tunneling their vision on the black-banded bird. One more, one more bird and they would see each den fed for the day. His movements lost thought, becoming mechanical as he closed in on the shrike, taking on one more leap.

A claw's length too short, Fuji scraped against bark before plummeting down. His paws reached for the air as his body began to turn, but the ground came too soon. The Sun Guard landed on his side with a painful thud against the ground, but all Fuji could hear was the crunch inside his body. The pain was enough for him to lose his voice, unable to scream while he dug into the soil and grimaced. Fujimoto pressed his forehead into the ground, a muffled groan the only sound he could bear.

@SWALLOWPAW

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[SWALLOWPAW]

swallowpaw pokes around for herbs during a peaceful afternoon. she's working separately from the hunting patrol just a tree-length away, but she plans to head back to camp when they've finished. sunlight filters through the clouds, while she leans down to pluck a herb from the earth— a loud, painful thud echoes through the clearing. her head quickly lifts up, ears pricked to find the source, and she chases after it.

"fujimoto!" she gasps. great starclan, was he dead?! she peers over his curled up body, watching his side lift up and down. she's grateful to see that he's survived, but she can't stop staring at the unnatural twist of his body. that's not good. for fujimoto, or swallowpaw. "are you— what happened? can you walk? where does it hurt?"

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[Mousefang]

A rake of claws against a mirror - grazing pelts we all once wore

He is not far from the sound of a heart lurching thud and the cry of Swallowpaw's voice rising up through the trees. Mousefang turns his head sharply, but he does not make the same mistake the Sun Guard did and scales down his tree with care and precision - the last thing he needed was to add to the young medicine cat's already hefty workload. The moment he touches the ground, however, the spotted tabby is racing through the brush and foliage in that direction, stopping as he arrives to see the daylight warrior on the ground - he can't tell what's wrong at a glance but his ears flatten sympathetically to the pained noises rising from the other and while he was not exactly Fujimoto's biggest fan he did not hesitate to step forward behind the small lynx point and dip his head, "What do you need from me, how can I help?" Mousefang knew the most marginal medicine from having been raised in the clan an taken his own tumbles from a tree as a kit, but holding cobweb to a wound was no help here when he didn't even know what had gotten hurt.

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Mousefang

— SkyClan Warrior (Scout)
— He/Him
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— A black rosette tabby with high white & mint green eyes.
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[Cherrydawn Cherrydawn]

CHERRY OF SKYCLAN

Cherrydawn had been watching Fujimoto as he climbed, pride warm in her chest as she stood tall beside the others. They had hunted well, soon they would return to SkyClan, add their catch to the fresh-kill pile, and maybe share tongues together before curling up for the night. She had been looking forward to that moment. To peace. To warmth. But in a heartbeat, everything shattered.

One blink, he was in the sky. The next... He was falling.

A wordless scream tore from her throat as she dashed forward, eyes wide with horror. " Fuji! " she cried, her voice raw with fear. Her gaze darted wildly between Mousefang and Swallowpaw, panic rising like floodwater. What could they do? Was it safe to move him? Or should he be kept still? She didn't know, and it made her stomach twist. Then her eyes locked on Swallowpaw. Their medicine cat. Her heart pounded in her ears. Tigerfoot wasn't here anymore. But Swallowpaw was. Swallowpaw could help.

" I-I'll do anything to help! " Cherrydawn choked out, stumbling to Fujimoto's side. " Anything! Just, tell me what to do! "

THROUGH DIRT AND SHADOW I GROW ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I'm reaching light through the struggle

 

[cygnetscratch]

Oh. That didn't look good.

Cygnetscratch remains perched in her tree, a plump squirrel hanging from her jaws as she looks towards the commotion. It's easy to see what had happened - a misjudged jump landed Fujimoto on the ground with a hard, deafening thud! Still, seeing the panic and the confusion inspires much of the same in the young warrior. Her tail twitches with uncertainty as she scales down the treeside, joining the others in a few loping steps. Her gaze lingers on Swallowpaw, brows pinched together. Surely the molly could fix this, right? Tigerfoot wouldn't leave them with someone unskilled... right?

"I'll move ahead," the white furred warrior announces, adjusting her grip on her prey. "A nest'll be ready for him..." as surely, falling from that high won't be easy to walk away from. She imagines bedrest in his future.

 

[SWALLOWPAW]

inexperience rears it's ugly head. mousefang and cherrydawn both rush up to her, calm and frantic, offering to help. her gaze darts between them both, then it lands on cygnetscratch, who offers to get a den prepared. "th-thank you." she mutters, allowing the young warrior to walk away if she chooses.

swallowpaw tries to think. her eyes shut tight, looking back on all of the minimal training she had last season. "we–we... we have too..." at least she can tell where the break is, right? legs aren't supposed to bend that way. "push the bone... back into place." her voice accidentally lifts at the end, indicating that she herself is unsure, but she can't drag him back to camp when he's twisted around like that.

she comes up with a plan. it's messy, and she's uncertain, but she thinks it's the best she can do right now. "mousefang... you put a paw uh-uhm, here, and cherrydawn... here... sorry, fuji. you'll get painkillers soon, i promise." she points at spots she assumes have been pushed around, and attempts to push them back into place.

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[Fujimoto]

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And all at once his Clanmates were upon him, Fujimoto wanted nothing but for the ground to break beneath him and swallow him up. Even Mousefang was showing him pity, and they would do anything not to feel it burn like shame.

"I... fell." He answered bluntly through clenched teeth, not meaning to sound so rude. It was a pain the Sun Guard had never experienced before and he hated the way it took over him. His muscles tensing and shaking involuntarily, lacking any control is keeping himself together. The warriors leapt to lend aid to the medicine cat apprentice, though, reminding him of how lucky they were for their loyal Clanmates. It wasn't until Swallowpaw kept talking, saying something he couldn't hear over the roar of adrenaline and suddenly her paws were right on him. "SOON?!" Fuji gasped, and all he can hear is the awful clicks of bone.

"NOnono, no more!" Fujimoto pleaded as he swiped at her without claws. "I-I-I..." The torbie stammered through struggled breaths. "I'd r-rather take... the c-cut-cutter... over this."

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