Post by Sharpkit on Jul 17, 2014 15:57:35 GMT -6
Sharpkit stumbled pathetically into the medicine cat's den, her eyes round and pitiful. "Help me, help me!" she shrieked, laying down slowly on the moss she found in the den. "I've been impaled by a thorn, I think I might die!" The thorn was just barely stuck to her, and it was less than half of a mouse-length. Still, she moaned and wailed as if she was suffering from a fatal wound. I hope I can still be a warrior! She thought sadly as she waited for a medicine cat to come to the den. 
