Brightclan

[Sherlocked<3]

"Foxfire!" Faintwhisper ran over to him and began cleaning his wounds. "Are you ok?" she asked.
Dawnflower hurried over with more herbs when Nightcloud fell asleep. He had been stunned by the hit, but he would be alright.

[Oliverstorm]

Foxfire shook his head, leaning heavily on his uninjured shoulder. "I'm fine..."

[Sherlocked<3]

"You need herbs. You are not fine," Dawnflower said, pushing the herbs toward him before racing off to find some cobwebs.

[Oliverstorm]

Foxfire pulled himself to his paws, wincing as pain flared through his shoulder. The crimson had dried, leaving a hard, achy, painful gash. "Treat the others first."

[Sherlocked<3]

"The others have been treated," Dawnflower meowed as she returned. She inspected his would and sighed. "We need to get you back to camp to work on this though."

[Oliverstorm]

"Gazingstar needs her wounds treated." Foxfire said, exhaustion making his eyes droop.

[Sherlocked<3]

"She doesn't have wounds to treat," Dawnflower whispered. "Now go back to camp." She turned and headed back over to Nightcloud who was standing up shakily.

"Come on," Faintwhisper mewed softly, starting back and watching him carefully.

[Oliverstorm]

Foxfire shut his eyes and struggled to get to his paws, every movement causing a little more blood to leak out of the gash.

[Sherlocked<3]

Faintwhisper padded around him nervously. "Don't worry, it's not far," she murmured.

[Oliverstorm]

His green eyes were dull as he finally managed to stumble into the camp, weary legs shaking.