Your leader is hurt...

[Hawktalon]

(Injuries: Cracked rib, right front paw/leg has a severe laceration, various scratches and bites throughout his body.)

Hawkstar hobbled into the Medicine Cat Den hobbling and cursing. He was losing too much blood and he felt faint. He shook his head and looked blearily around the den "Sunblaze...Snakefang...help..." he said pitifully before finally collapsing on the stone ground and staring deliriously around.

[Snakefang]

(Thanks for letting me know!)

I looked up from my wash and saw Hawkstar there. I had heard the exile from my den. And realized that Hawkstar was injured. But I didn't know that he was this injured. I tried not to gasp as I darted forward and found his injuries. He had a cracked rib, his right front paw and leg had a massive ragged wound, and there were horrible bites and scratches all over his body. I could do nothing for the cracked rib. That would have to heal on its own. But the ragged wound and the bites and scratches were something I had to pay attention to. That leg, especially.

If Hawkstar had short breathing, I'd have to fetch Coltsfoot. I did that but didn't feed it to him yet. I needed to treat his wounds first. I ran back to my herb store and alder and chewed it. Then I came to Hawkstar, spat out the alder, picked it up, and began pressing it over his wounds. "This should soothe them," I said as I pressed it to the horrible leg wound he possessed. I found more scratches and bites and rubbed the alder over them. Then, I remembered that I could heal Hawkstar's cracked rib. Comfrey! I threw the alder to the side and bounded back to my herb store again. Comfrey, comfrey...where's comfrey...

Then I realized with a jolt that it was in front of my muzzle. "I'm such an idiot," I muttered as I picked up the herb. I ran back to Hawkstar and put the leaf in front of of his mouth. "Chew it, swallow the juices, but don't eat it. Spit the leaf out and just swallow the juices," And then it was to cobwebs. I did my best I could but by the time I was done covering his wounds in cobwebs, Hawkstar looked like a gray cat with white patches of fur.

"So, Hawkstar," I said slowly. I was wondering if I should say something or not.

(Should Snake say something about the Hunger Games plot to Hawk?)

[Hawktalon]

(If he wants too :0)

Hawkstar obeyed the Medicine Cat's instructions; chewing the comfrey and swallowing the juices, but spitting out the leaves. He sat contently as Snakefang did his job, easing the pain an attending his wounds. Hawkstar felt like he could sleep for a moon and was in the process of starting that journey until Snakefang called for his attention.

"Yes, Snakefang?"

[Snakefang]

"The CloudClan spirits have called for the tributes from all four Clans," I started. "This is unlike them. Why would our warrior ancestors tell us to sacrifice cats to death? This is something that I will be focusing on for the next few moons. Why would they, the ones that we trust with our lives, suddenly demand that eight cats end theirs?" This was something that was going to make me choke on my fresh-kill whenever I thought about it. I was scared to death for these cats. I felt like I was going to cough up a hairball when I thought of bloodstained bodies, rotting as the days went on. It sent shivers down my spine.

[Hawktalon]

Hawkstar looked at his Medicine Cat "Oh I agree, Cloudclan has done a great evil act in my opinion." Hawkstar had always been a firm believer in the will of Cloudclan and had never questioned them. Now however he had nothing but anger towards his ancestors. He had never forgotten them, so how could they fade. It just didn't add up to him.

Hawkstar gruffed and stared at the ground. "There's something else I need to tell you."

[Snakefang]

I listened as my leader agreed with me. So I wasn't the only one who thought that CloudClan had committed a great crime against the Clans. I nodded. Hawkstar and I might not be the only one's either who thought about this bloody way of giving CloudClan new members. Maybe part of the Clan believed it too...Or maybe, the other Clans as well...

Then I snapped back to reality as Hawkstar said that he wanted to tell me something. "Yes, Hawkstar?" I said.

[Hawktalon]

Hawkstar looked at his friend. "Is it possible for a cat that is not a medicine cat to have prophetic dreams...?" he wanted to say more but that depended on the answer to his question. He didn't want to sound crazy and he didn't really know what he was asking either.

[Snakefang]

Possible for a cat that is not a medicine cat to have prophetic dreams...I thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. "It is, most likely. But it might be because you'll have a very important role to play." Then, I thought for another moment. Did Hawkstar have a prophetic dream?

[Hawktalon]

Hawkstar nodded, then maybe there was something to fear. "There's a cat, Stagrunner, he had a dream, a dream that the cliff crumbled and the camp would go down with it, I don't know if it was a message from Cloudclan, or just a dream. Either way it was a disturbing thing to witness. Hawkstar's injuries twinged painfully, this combined with his fear made him feel quite helpless in all these random events.

[Snakefang]

"Should we move out of our camp until it's safe?" I asked. I didn't know who this cat, Stagrunner, was, but all I did know is that if it was a warning, then we had better move. Traitors or not, CloudClan still wanted to protect us.

[Hawktalon]

Hawkstar thought for a moment but shook his head. "No, let's wait til after the Hunger Games. We can decide then. I don't want to pile this on top of these terrible games. And besides, there's nowhere else to go."

Hawkstar gingerly stood up, it hurt but he couldn't hang around in the Medicine Cat den all day. "So what exactly is wrong with me? My chest feelins like it's about to rip out of my skin." he asked.

[Snakefang]

"Broken rib," I replied, starting to sort through my herbs. "No worries, it will heal. It may hurt, but I promise you, the comfrey I used was fresh. It should be easy to heal. But still," My voice got firm. "No hunting. No patrolling. Those sharp rocks...if you fall on one, it could easy break off the rest of the rib. And believe me, if there is one thing a medicine cat can't heal, it's a broken off bone. Bones don't grow back, and depending on where the rib could land is another problem."