Poisoned Fangs, Scene 32: A accident

Summary:
"Come on Weaselpa..Scar.." marshstep called from outside the warriors den "Kinkstar wants us to be on the patrol we need all the extra pret we can get" they said waiting for a response

Weaselscar nodded solemnly. "Y-yeah. Let's go." she followed them

Weaselscar and Marshstep made their way to the camp entrance and waited for Sagespark and his new apprentice Hopepaw since they would be joining them

Hopepaw started bounding from the clearing with Sagespark trailing behind and reached the two new warriors.

"Yay!" Hopepaw cheered, "my first patrol!"

Sagespark nodded and the group started on their way

Chivetail greeted them at the entrance with a nod of his head. "Hello, Weaselscar. It's your first patrol as a new warrior so I bet you'll help a lot with catching lots of prey, then you and Pigeonflight can sit vigil for the night." Weaselscar nodded. "Y-yeah." Were was Pigeonflight anyway? She thought curiously.

"how's being a warrior treating you?" Marshstep asked weaselscar "just wait till your first dawn patrol it's horrible"

Weaselscar didn't meet his gaze. "Y-yeah, no one really wants to wake up that early I guess."

Sagespark was padding in front of Hopepaw, ignoring the others and she kept stepping on his paws, "watch it!" He warned, speeding up so she wasn't right in front of her.

Hopepaw flattened her ears, "I'm sorry."

Marshstep looked at with concern before moving his attention to a huge squirrel next to a tree which had lost its leaves already

Chivetail met his gaze and looked toward the tree. "Be careful it will be slippery with all the ice and snow." He warned.

Hopepaw walked carefully, fear holding onto her like a stinging nettle, she padded across, trying to keep her balance.

"I'll be fine" marshstep said before walking slowly towards the squirrel in a hunting position crunch the squirrel looked up as he stepped on leaf and ran up the tree marshstep quickly following after it

"What are you doing!?" Sagespark demanded, glancing up at his old apprentice with suspicion, "can't you come down!"

He unsheathed his claws and shut his eyes, not wanting to see how this ended.

"I'm ok!" He called before scaling the tree almost to the top "gotcha now" he whispered stepping onto the same branch the squirrel was one

Chivetail plucked up Hopepaw and set her behind him and away from the tree incase Marshstep would fall onto her

Sagespark let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes, padding back next to Hopepaw to watch over her

Marshstep slowly crept towards the squirrel before realizing he had made a Mistake the squirrel leaped into the tree next to the one he was one. Marshstep lost his balance and the branch snapped

"Marshstep, no!" Weaselscar screeched as the branch snapped

Sagespark heard the snap and leapt over to the tree, shoving Weaselscar out of the way and trying to save Marshstep

His tail was snagged by Chivetail's claws. "Stop! You won't be able to do anything!"

Sagespark hissed at Chivetail and jumped back over to Hopepaw, his flanks heaving with effort and worry. He planted his nose into the snow and didn't look up until he heard a screech of pain.

Marshstep let out a yowl as the branch let out a sickening crack underneath him and broke under his weight. He felt himself begin to plummet to the ground as he tried to grab hold of something, anything. He crashed into the snow with a blood curdling SNAP and he felt adrenaline pulse through his body. He stayed still, not feeling any pain and thought that he hadn't gotten hurt in the fall. Then a sharp pain raged through his body coming from his leg that made him scream. He saw scarlet blood pooling onto the snow and his vision got hazy. He saw Chivetail rushing toward him amidst the dark fog. "Marshstep!" He heard Weaselscar cry out before everything went dark.

Chivetail shot into action immediately. "Sagespark! Lift his upper body and get it onto your shoulders, I'll get his lower! Hopepaw, run back to camp and tell Tumbleflight that there's been an accident! Weaselscar, go with her to make sure she gets him! Run as fast as you can!" he turned to Sagespark. "We won't be able to get him to camp but we can get him to the moss patch-" Chivetail turned to Weaselscar once again, "Tell Tumbleflight we'll be there! It's much softer ground with less roots! It will be easier to treat him there!"

"and this is catm-" Tumbleflight was cut off "THERES BEEN A ACCIDENT!" he ran outside his den with maplepaw quickly coming after him he saw weaselscar and Hopepaw in the clearing

Weaselscar's heart was thumping in her throat. Fear ingulfed her senses as her mind relived the earsplitting snap of Marshstep hitting the ground. She paced outside the medicine den, worried about what would happen to her friend. Would they be able to be a warrior? Would they be forced to be a medicine cat? Wouldn't that completely destroy her chances with them? She swiped her paw across her own face, trying to calm her mind. "You can come in now, Weaselscar. He's awake and patched up." Maplepaw mewed from inside the den.

Weaselscar went into the den nervously, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. "Marshstep?"

Marshstep was laying in a nest with some sort of leaf wrapped around his leg "W... Weasel..s..scar?" He asked quietly

Weaselscar darted over to him, tears welling up in her eyes. "Marshstep!" Maplepaw walked out of the den with moss in her jaws, not wanting to disturb them. "Are you... Okay?"

"...yeah" he replied "it..s just a s..s.. scratch" he smiled softly Tumbleflight watched the 2 cats

Weaselscar looked at him seriously. "Is it- broken?"

Before marshsty could answer Tumbleflight replied "yes it is" he said sadness in his voice

Tumbleflight looked at the gray shecat and brown cat with sympathy "is he going to be able to continue his warrior duties?" He thought

Weaselscar's heart dropped. They won't be a warrior- will they? Her tears dropped to the ground slowly, leaving dark spots on the mossy ground. They can't be a medicine cat! I won't let them! She thought with anger. "They'll get better! I know they will! They'll be a warrior!" She screeched toward the only other healthy cat in the den.

"he can still be a warrior" Tumbleflight hissed "you need to watch your tone" he demanded "they just need time to heal"

Weaselscar's claws sunk into the mossy floor. "Can you get out? I don't like being stared at by the likes of you! I'd like to talk to them without you breathing down my spine!" She yelled aggressively.

"this is my den" he hissed "you have no reason to act like this!" He replied "I'm the medicine cat! Not you!" Tumbleflight stood up and stared at her "how about you leave and let him rest?"

Weaselscar got almost nose to nose with him, her breath stinging his nose. "How about you let me talk to him in peace before i lift him on my back and take him somewhere more private." She threatened

"Get out" Tumbleflight demanded towering over the gray she-cat "and watch out" he said "there's a reason your warrior name is weaselscar" he thought

Weaselscar's claws unsheathed and she snarled in his face. "Make me."

"I don't want to hurt you" he said his tone changing to something less serious "it's better not to upset me"

Weaselscar held her ground. "Let me talk to them alone or I'll give you a reason to hurt me."

"oh Weaselscar" he said "I don't think you understand this isn't up for discussion" he almost laughed "I'm a lot stronger then you'll ever be" his tone had completely changed "I was a warrior once I trained with many fo the cats you see out there Frogdust, Chivetail...and maybe some you don't see like... Beetlescar"

Weaselscar let out a screech and backed up, her eyes filling with fear. Tumbleflight felt hot breath behind his head.

"b... beetlescar?" He asked "h...how are you here?" Tumbleflight asked shocked but not scared "you died moons ago"e turned and a large brown warrior stood behind him, darkness radiating from her pelt. "You called?" She rasped, a grin spreading on her face.

Beetlescar put a large paw on his head, "Dead, yes. But not done!" She let out a hefty purr. "It's nice to see you again, Tumbleflight. But i've come bearing a warning."

Fogkit bounced over to the medicine den to see what the commotion was all about. She turned to see the huge the brown she cat and squealed with excitement

The black tom turned and saw the kit "get out!" He said

Weaselscar grabbed Fogkit in her jaws and backed up

Beetlescar came nose to nose with Tumbleflight and let out a raspy whisper. "Now now, Tumbleflight. It seems you need a lesson." She let out a laugh that made Tumbleflight gag with the acrid scent of her breath. "If you lay a single claw on my kin, I will tear out your eyes and make you eat them."

"I-...." He couldn't respond "I... jusy wanted her to leave she....has no right to tell me what to do"....

Beetlescar let out a loud uncontrollable laugh, "Y-you think- HAHA! Just as funny as always Tumble!"

Fogkit gasped “wow! She looks so cool! I wanna talk to her!”

"Okay move." She stopped laughing abruptly and pushed him onto his side. "Now who is this little one?" She purred, leaning in towards Fogkit.

Fogkit looked up the huge she cat, her eyes twinkled curiously.

"Get away from her!" Weaselscar yowled. Beetlescar inched back. "Oh no, my feelings!" She teased

Fogkit looked up at weaselscar with confusion as she didn’t know how to act. She wiggled her way out of weaselscar’s grasp and began cautiously approaching Beetlescar

"Yes, come here little scrap! You look like a real passionate warrior, you know? You remind me a bit of Weaselscar when she was a kit! I like you little one, Fogkit- is it?"

Weaselscar jumped infront of Fogkit with a snarl

Fogkit charged onto Beetlescar leaping into her back playfully. But suddenly her playful act quick became aggressive and she sank her teeth deep into her fur.

Beetlescar kneaded the ground. "I like your fire, little one. I'll be seeing you in your dreams, we can talk more then." She put her paw on her forehead dramatically, "I'll be taking my leave I'm afraid! See you later Weaselscar- nice name by the way, it's quite beautiful." She suddenly disapeared, making Fogkit fall onto the mossy ground with a bounce

Sagespark sat in the warriors den, his head on his paws and stared ahead, ignoring or snapping at anyone that tried to ask him what was wrong. He tugged at the moss bedding with his claws and hissed, cursing himself for being such a terrible cat and not saving Marshstep. they needed my help, he thought desperately, watching as Mossfoot entered the den, a warm smile on his face. Sadly enough, Mossfoot was the last cat Sagespark wanted to see, he always tried to cheer him up but he didn't want that at all this time.

Mossfoot curled up next to him and rested his head in Sagespark's blue-gray pelt, purring. Sagespark grumbled to himself and shook his head, letting Mossfoot do this but not showing him any affection in return.