((Sanfight?))

Lakeripple hissed angrily, crouched in a half-standing position, her muscles screaming in protest. "Stupid fox cub, I will have him!" she snarled through gritted teeth. The worry in Swanflight's eyes surprised her slightly, but she figured that was a natural response, given her situation. The pain from the scratches on her flank was beginning to lessen slightly.

Lakeripple's vision was starting to sharpen, become clearer. The activity in her mind seemed to slow as well. "can you help me?" she whispered to Swanflight, her tone weary. All she wanted was to lie down in a soft bed of moss and sink into her dreams. Then again, lately her dreams had been troubled by nightly visits from a shadowy form. It wasn't a cat, but more like some extremely annoying form of a memory she'd forgotten.

Reedclan
Palestripe narrowed her eyes, her fur on end. "He went through the dirtplace tunnel to go back to try and help, when Lakeripple told us to leave! He wasn't at camp! I trusted Greypaw to do what he was told, not wander off like a head-strong kit!" She noticed Greypaw lower his head.

Greypaw mumbled, "It's true. Palestripe took me out there to help, then we went back. But I wanted to do what I thought was right."

Palestripe muttered, "You nearly got yourself killed in the process." She lashed her tail angrily, not mad at Greypaw, but herself. Palestripe turned her head to face Rabbitfoot. "You may not and cannot tell me where to keep my paws." she growled.  She turned, her fur fluffed up and her tail lashing, as she sat down by the nursery, looking at the camp entrance, and sniffing the air.

((Heh. I like the idea of summarizing what's happening so far.))

Lakeripple meowed a quick thank, and shifted her weight so that she could lean on Swanflight. Despite his size, she tried not to lean too much on him, he was tired too, although not nearly as much as she. Inch by inch the two cats crept carefully through the forest. When they were within a few fox-lengths from the camp entrance, Lakeripple paused, and murmured: "there's not room for two cats in the thorn tunnel, but I think I can manage." Without waiting for a reply, Lakripple edged away from Swanflight's side, and gingerly stepped into the tunnel.

The thorns scraped her sides, but Lakeripple was careful not to brush her flank against the spikey sides. As the tunnel widened, Lakripple let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Now to find Rabbitfoot....

((Okay, so not the greatest post, that's for sure XD))

[[My characters literally have nothing to do. Or just I'm failing with my posts. xD]]

Reedclan

Greypaw did as he was told, as he sat down. He looked down at his paws, feeling more shame then he did pain. I just wanted to do what's right. He thought sullenly.

Reedclan
Greypaw nodded as he padded out of the den and went into the apprentice's den, avoiding Palestripe's cold stare as he went by. He found a nest in the back corner of the den as he sat laid down, rested his head on his paws, and let sleep take him before any other thoughts entered his mind.

Reedclan
Palestripe meowed, "In the apprentice's den." she couldn't hide her drooping eyes, as she had grown tired. "He's got a nasty bite on his flank." I am responsible for it. I'm a warrior, but I can never do anything right! She thought sadly. If only I could just do something right, just once. She prayed to Starclan silently, hoping she could prove herself to be a great warrior.

Lakeripple dragged herself to stand a little ways behind Swanflight, listening. She wasn't eavsdropping, but she had her head cocked slightly, her muscles tensed as she thought of what she'd heard earlier that day. Briefly, Lakeripple wondered what had beome of Kitty.

If Rabbitfoot was with Greypaw, she didn't really want to meet the little apprentice at the moment. The treck back to camp had only worn Lakeripple out more, and all she could think of was sinking into her bed of moss. Apart from that, she didn't really want to leave Swanflight's side, she felt as if they'd both just survived a forest fire.

Exhaustion won over though, and Lakeripple sank to her stomache on the ground, her paws tucked neatly under her. She lashed her tail, sweeping the dust around to create a little ridge around her, where she put her head down, not listening to the conversation taking place in front of her.

Reedclan
Palestripe meowed, "I can go hunting if you wish." she glanced at the nursery behind her then back at Swanflight. Her tail curled over her paws as she relaxed her shoulders again. She knew she'd probably wrenched it or hurt it somehow, she jsut didn't want it to be noticed. A point in her shoulder did stick out slightly, so when she stood it looked even more awkward. Palestripe added, "Or I can stay in camp."

Lakripple didn't have the energy left to protest. "As long as your treatment involves lots of sleep, I'll be happy to come," she meowed weakly. She dragged herself silently to her paws, and nearly passed out from fatigue. "Okay, I'm coming," she muttered to herself, beginning to stagger after Rabbitfoot as the medicine cat made her way across the clearing.

With the little energy she had left, Lakeripple raised her head to look around. She saw a lot of frightened faces poking out from the shadows. Her vision began to cloud with the effort of holding her head up, so Lakeripple dropped it again.

After what seemed like half a lifetime, Lakripple was pushing her way into Rabbitfoot's den. She fixed her yellow gaze on the medicine cat, and meowed: "I'm here, so fix me up." For whatever reason, Lakeripple wasn't in the friendliest of moods. Whether it had come from fighting off a couple foxes, she wasn't sure. Then again, she was very tired, and she sometimes got a little impatient when she was exhausted.

Lakeripple sighed. "My flank hurts, obviously, I think the scratches are still there. My right shoulder aches a little, that's the one that Swanflight couldn't support. Other than that, I'm just a little tired," she concluded with a yawn for emphasis. Lakeripple blinked open one lazy eye, it was clouded with weariness.

"Back in the clearing, were you really telling the truth about Greypaw? I know him well enough to assume he went out looking for the foxes. I don't want you to tell me what he may, or may not have done, but I think someone needs to be keeping more of an eye on him."