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[Darkwing]

Here he was, Darkwing, the cat who didn't even know himself. Didn't know what he was doing. Just walking. Walking through the cold, rocky rocks of the IceClan territory. He shivered. He rarely was cold. Maybe he was thinking too hard.

He was so confused. With himself. With his life. He didn't know what to do anymore. Old memories were haunting him, lost potentials he could never get back. It saddened him. The sadness weighed down on him, so he was going to walk it off. He wanted to leave IceClan again. Nothing for him, anymore. His old friends ignored him. "Oh, stop it... I shouldn't pity myself. I'm not that pathetic." He scolded himself.

It was nearly sundown. Clouds were in the sky, dark and gray, growing heavier like his sadness. Kind of fitting. He didn't know why he was sad. Maybe the sky planned to weep with him. Weep of his lost potential. He had no mate, no good friends, and his family was more or less insane or wanted him dead.

Where was his family? He had Emberstorm and Crimson, yes, but what about his parents? Unlike Emberstorm, it didn't bother him much, not knowing. But it would have been nice to know.

The clouds were done just sitting there. Rain began trickling down the mountainside. He wished some one was here with him, now. Wet rocks were dangerous rocks. He should have headed home, before this started. He wasn't afraid, though. He had dealt with much worse stuff than wet rocks.

Suddenly lightning flashed and the sky lit up. Not his problem. IceClan wouldn't burn down. Maybe TreeClan would, though. He doubted the lighting had touched down, but he didn't want TreeClan to burn down again. Then they would have to come here again. That had been terrible.

He navigated the mountainside carefully. If he slipped, he wad dead. But he wouldn't slip. Should he stay put. No, that was even more dangerous. He needed to get to shelter.

He heard another rumble of thunder. Thunder couldn't hurt him. But beneath the sound of the rain, he heard a... was that... scraping? Something wasn't right. He needed to get out of here, to flat ground. Too many things could go wrong on this slanted land. He just had to come here, hadn't he?

"Almost... I'm almost th-" The air was knocked out of him as a stone crashed into his side. More stones came tumbling down the rocks, and he yowled in pain. In a panic, he jumped across, desperately trying to dodge the rockfall.

He made it to flat mountain, collapsing on the ground in pain. He was bleeding. He rested, thinking he would have to limp home. But this wasn't just a small rockfall.

A chunk of rock landed behind him and he scrambled to move, but landed in the path of another falling rock, smashing his head. It immediately began bleeding and his vision blurred. He fell to the ground as he was covered in falling stones.

"No... I am not... going to die like this. What a stupid death." He thought, clawing at the stones covering him, trying to dislodge them. He ached and bled all over. Why hadn't he been more careful. He yowled again and used the last bit of his strength to slam the rocks off of him, climbing away, just out of the way, and collapsed again. He felt sharp pain all around his body, and he could tell he was bleeding like crazy.

He took the largest breath he could inhale. Then he screamed. "Mossfeather! Tanglepelt! Emberstorm!" He head spun and ached and he rested it. He couldn't pass out. If he did, he might never wake up, he knew that much. He had to get help. His fate was in CloudClan's hands now. They could choose to send a cat to help him, or punish him for abandoning his clan so long ago.

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[Emberstorm]

Death? the one thing he refused to fear. He was in the territory pondering his life. What had he done for the clans? Nothing. Where he went insanity and chaos followed him. He was at least sane once more. Thunder? in leafbare. This is certainly odd. I ought to be careful. Well let us find some shelter. i think lil Holy land cave thing is nearby I will head there.

Thunder echoed across the sky. He shuddered remembering seeing the ashes from Treeclan when their forest burnt down. The poor clan didn't need ot suffer once more. He looked over the cliff he nearly fell off of. Darkwing saved him from that. Saved him from a blind and careless death. He owed his life to his brother.

WAIT HE HAD FAMILY? He rarely spoke to them. It was a shame. In this little crisis of his he needed their help. They knew him the best. Yes, he was a bit off but it was him. Darkwing at least kept him rational and Crimson kept his fire intact. They were opposites while he viewed himself as craziest but the most neutral in personality. He hummed a bit to himself as he quickened his pace. He thought about his parents. Why did they leave us? They better have a good reason to do so. It began to rain. He shivered. He wasn't a large fan of the rain but better than snow.

He heard a shrill cry. It was Darkwing. His trusted brother, and a good friend of his was appearing dead. His brother's normally sleek, black fur was covered in rocks and pebbles and blood. his pine green eyes widened in horror. Darkwing was badly hut. There must have been a rock-slide. Darkwing! I am coming! he yowled. He scrambled over. he hectically picked at the smaller rocks rolling them away. His claws slid out to dig at the pebbles and such. There was so much rubble. There was only large boulder. He rammed into it with all his might. It rolled off slowly but the massive boulder did. He stared down with tears forming in his eyes. Darkwing. We can get back to camp. Please don't die on me. I have lost enough already bless it. He would have done more but he broke down. His nose made contact with Darkwing's flank as he nudged it. Darkwing was breathing at least. Emberstorm slipped and kept his balance. With tears still streaming down his face he grabbed Darkwing by the scruff. his brother was too heavy though. It was hopeless. They were stuck out here, doomed even. He hoped Darkwing could lean on him for support. There wasn't much time.

[Mossfeather]

Ugh. What was this dang place Wildstar had moved them to? She hated every bit of it, and she had half a mind to stay while the rest of them went on to this new place without her. She had only gone because there was nothing else to do in her old hime, and mabye traveling would be fun. There weren't too many mountains here, but there were a few rocky structures.

She wanted to look at them more, so explore them. And that's what she was doing. Making her way though the place, she felt rain drops hitting her pelt, and instantly she hid under some rocks, keeping her mostly dry. Hearing a crash, followed by falling rocks, Mossfeather thanked CloudClan that neither her or anyone in her clan was hurt. Wait... Mossfeather! That was... That was Darkwing! Leaping out from under the rocks, she ran towards the sound, and her friend, heart pumping. Please don't say that was him that got hit. Please CloudClan don't let it be him!

Racing towards a steaming pile of rocks, she tripped over someone, and she instantly knew who it was. Crawling over to him, Mossfeather sniffed his pelt, stiffening at the amount of blood covering it. "D-Darkwing..." she stammered, instantly licking at the wound on his head. "What's wrong? Are you okay? What happened? Can you walk?"

The questions were streaming from her mouth, and withought thinging, she moved so that the rain could clean his wounds, though she kept licking the wound on his head. This was scaring her to death. She compleatly ignored Emberstorm, forucsing on her friend rather than that traitor.

[Darkwing]

Darkwing heard voices. His numb mind scrambled to recognize them. Emberstorm. Mossfeather. He was saved. He was saved. Relief washed over him. But not enough to wipe away the pain.

Oh, CloudClan, the pain. He didn't know where it was coming from. He couldn't tell. He was too dazed. Everything hurt. He spoke. Could they hear it? He didn't know. He couldn't hear himself. "...Thanks." He rasped, barely audible. He could still see- mostly. It was blurry. His hearing seemed to be off, but probably because he was so shocked.

His mind was clearing, and he could nearly think clearly again. He decided to do a check and see what had happened to him. He moved his front legs. They worked fine. He moved his back legs- the right, back one hurt too much to move. It was probably broken. He tried to move it again. Ouch! Definitely broken.

He located the source of pain on his head. His left eye. There was... there was something stuck in it.

"Left. Eye." He rasped, coughing on the word eye. He hoped they would get the message.

[Emberstorm]

He heard the words 'left' and 'eye' come from his brother. Inspecting it, he noticed a small stone in it. He gripped with his teeth and pulled, grunting as he worked to remove it. It popped out finally. Darkwing's eyes seemed fine since the pebble was under his eyelid just causing extreme pain.

He looked over at Mossfeather briefly and growled Tug. He tried to pull his brother out once more, with the help of Mossfeather this seemed more likely to happen. He scanned the area with his eyes. The sand was covered in pebbles, and rocks while dust was settling. Darkwing was lucky to be alive. He wasn't done. He picked up his brother and dragged him to the nearby Medicine Cat den.