Rainheart had been in his own world as he had followed the leader and deputy back to camp, and hadn't realised that he was alone until he tripped over a rabbit hole and fell over, tumbling once, twice, three times until he landed on his back, head hitting the ground beneath him. Clenching his jaw in pain, the grey tabby got to his paws carefully and looked around, ears flat against his skull when he saw no other cats. He knew that he was still in SnowClan territory, and that he was near camp, so that was good.
His head was pounding fiercely, and he sat down, drawing in deep breaths as he waited for the pain to subside. While he sat, the warrior thought of his leader and deputy. Where are they?