Post by dove on Dec 2, 2007 20:30:50 GMT -5
Featherstorm walked around the sand mounds. She liked to feel the heat on her back and to feel the sand around her paws. Silently, she thanked DreamClan that she had tough pads for her paws.
Brokendream was wary. She walked hesitantly as if she were walking over broken glass. She jumped at every sound, and looked at every direction. She liked the heat and sand, but something seemed...peculier. Moments apssed, and everything seemed quiet.
Featherstorm was walking in the front when she heard a surprised mew. She turned around to find Brokendream attacked by a scorpion. Pouncing, Featherstorm got the scorpion and killed him. Without thinking, she bent down to eat it. She looked up in surprise, but she was fine. Well, Brokendream was not. Her back flank was bleeding and you could see a little green around it as the poison seeped in. She mewed in pain.
Featherstorm did not know what to do, but she knew that Brokendream's leg could never be fully healed. She would have a limb forever.
Softsky was andering around. Her thoughts were all about the black she-cat. When she turned aroun a sand dune, she mewed in startlement. There, before her were two she-cats, and one was injured. She raced toward them. "Are you okay?" She asked.
Featherstorm turned around. "Please help us!" She wailed. "My friend was stung by a scorpion and I don't know what to do!"
Softsky came to the injured she-cat. She purred in relief as she inspected the wound. "She will be alright, but we need toget her to camp." She mewed.
Brokendream was wary. She walked hesitantly as if she were walking over broken glass. She jumped at every sound, and looked at every direction. She liked the heat and sand, but something seemed...peculier. Moments apssed, and everything seemed quiet.
Featherstorm was walking in the front when she heard a surprised mew. She turned around to find Brokendream attacked by a scorpion. Pouncing, Featherstorm got the scorpion and killed him. Without thinking, she bent down to eat it. She looked up in surprise, but she was fine. Well, Brokendream was not. Her back flank was bleeding and you could see a little green around it as the poison seeped in. She mewed in pain.
Featherstorm did not know what to do, but she knew that Brokendream's leg could never be fully healed. She would have a limb forever.
Softsky was andering around. Her thoughts were all about the black she-cat. When she turned aroun a sand dune, she mewed in startlement. There, before her were two she-cats, and one was injured. She raced toward them. "Are you okay?" She asked.
Featherstorm turned around. "Please help us!" She wailed. "My friend was stung by a scorpion and I don't know what to do!"
Softsky came to the injured she-cat. She purred in relief as she inspected the wound. "She will be alright, but we need toget her to camp." She mewed.
