Smoke left her in the stream, gazing down at her from the corner of his eye. "You aren't as wounded as you think, Crypaw."
The tom murmured, "Mainly cuts and bruises - but your hind legs are paralysed, and that's the only major damage." Crypaw just let out a low groan, and mumbled "I don't care - it still hurts, and I can't move! Just leave me-" Before she could finish, Smoke sharply cut her off - his tone stern. "I'm here to help you; you just have to accept that you need help, and that you can't get over it yourself - it's your own mousebrained fault for racing off into a thunderpath, so either you accept my offer or I leave you to die - and you will never become a warrior." Crypaw stared at him with narrowed eyes, before turning away. "Fine..."