Hard to trust... (p)

[Burr]

Crowwing


Burr was curled up into a small ball, clenching her teeth to try to ease the pain. When was the last time she had eaten? She couldn't even think straight. Hearing her belly growl loudly, Burr whimpered slightly, trying to curl into an even smaller ball. 

This went for many minutes, but it felt like hours, before Burr heard another cat. Weakly standing up, Burr forced herself to not collapse into heap of fur. Lifting her head high, Burr meowed feebly, "Who's there?"

[Crowwing]

Crowwing was growing old, and he did not really have much obligations left other than to continue living and watching the future generations thrive during his lifetime. He wandered around the territory, not expecting much. The warriors and apprentices stopped nagging him to really do his duties. What were they going to say to a former medicine cat, anyways?

So he was free to do whatever, and he decided to go on a walk. During, he stopped a rather small cat figure in the distance, and it seemed to be limping or weak or something. Immediately, his medicine cat instincts kicked in before his warrior instincts. Save, rather than kick out. "It's just me, Crowwing." He responded. But maybe the cat wasn't of Fireclan. "I won't hurt you, I promise."

[Burr]

Crowwing? Did the tom expect her to know him? Realizing her legs her shaking violently, Burr collapsed. Lifting her head up slightly, Burr gasped in pain, "Are y-you a Clan cat? What's happening to me?" Burr was freaking out. The last time she felt this pain was when she was hit by the monster, and she was crawling to the side walk. Right before she was blinded...