Username;; Mythz
Cat Name;; Leafwhisker
Gender;; Molly
Age;; 33 Moons
Clan;; WishclanRank;; Trapper
Prompt;;“Oh get lost Cinnamon!” Leafwhisker grinned, shouldering Cinnamonfeather away from her. The two cats were best friends, and had been since they were kits. On this particular green-leaf morning the clan cats were out hunting near the edge of Wishclan territory.
“What’s wrong Leaf?” The tomcat taunted, pouncing closer. Leafwhisker rolled her eyes before laughing and racing ahead. They spent the morning running around and playing in the sunshine, acting like kits.
As they neared Black-Ridge, the large ravine right at the edge of Wishclan’s border to Leapclan, Leafwhisker stopped suddenly, pelt bristling and Cinnamonfeather had to scramble to stop himself from colliding with her.
“What is it?” The larger cat asked, sniffing experimentally at the air.
“Shh!” The pretty she-cat snapped, turning a fearful gaze on him. “It’s-” She didn’t finish however as she launched herself at Cinnamonfeather, letting out a mrrow of laughter as they went sprawling in the dust.
“Ha! Can’t believe you fell for that!” Leafwhisker detangled herself from the tangle of limbs as Cinnamonfeather stood up as well. The dusty tom shook his head.
“One day something’s actually going to go wrong, and I’ll think your joking and won’t help.”
He shoved his shoulder into her, sending her sprawling sideways, they were both laughing however.
Leafwhisker’s laughter soon turned into a strangled yowl of surprise as her back paws fell on nothing but air and she tumbled backwards, down into Black-Ridge.
“LEAFWHISKER!” Cinnamonfeather cried out, skidding to a stop at the edge of the ravine. Leafwhisker tumbled down the walls, banging into sharp-looking edges before hitting the ground and lying still.
“Oh no what have I done!?” The tom looked desperately around for a way to climb down, finally finding one and bounding as fast as he could to the limp she-cat.
“Leaf? Leafy can you hear me?” Fearfully he nudged her, trying not to look at the blood pooling from several wounds dotted across her pelt.
Leafwhisker groaned, opening her eyes as Cinnamonfeather let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh I thought…” He didn’t need to finish the sentence as he buried his face in her matted fur.
“Can you stand?” Cinnamonfeather started searching through her pelt, glad to see the cuts weren’t that deep.
“I-I think so.” Leafwhisker shakily sat up, shaking her head and causing blood to splatter across the dusty ground. Cinnamon got to work cleaning the wounds, guilt making his pelt hot and eyes water.
“Cinnamon.” Leafwhisker murmured, but when he didn’t stop his obsessive cleaning, she said it again, sharper this time. “Cinnamon!” As the tom met her blue-eyed gaze she smiled gently at him. “I’m fine Cinny, there’s just a couple cuts.”
Cinnamonfeather nodded shakily, helping her to her paws.
“Now, how do we get out?”