Crypt froze as the cats emerged from the tree line. Oh no. What if they caught him? The tom attempted to back up silently, but a sudden pain flashed up his leg and he lost his footing. Crypt let out a loud, unconcious, and somewhat strangled yowl. He twisted his head around and brought his leg close to his face, grimancing. He'd trodden on a thorn, and it appeared to be rather deeply imbedded. Getting to his feet, the loner tried to creep away, hobbling on three feet.