Badgerfur crouched next to Leafheart halfway across the Thunderpath, unaware of his own pain and that of Leafheart's as chaos reigned around them.
He watched, as if in slow motion, the car flip through the air and with a tremendous crash, smash into the sapling that Icestorm and Shadowheart had taken refuge in.
Panic flooding him, he dragged Leafheart beside one of the monsters that had crashed on the side of the Thunderpath, and cowered there.
Beside him, he could hear Leafheart's rapid, shallow breathing coming in short, painful rasps.
Loud sirens began to wail, then there were several loud screams, and a new, skinny monster with a twoleg seated on top plowed into the car hiding Badgerfur and Leafheart.
The impact made them crash through the car's windshield, shattering glass. Leafheart lay unconscious on some material-covered seat in the front. Blood seeped from a wound in her head, and soaked the blue fabric red.
Badgerfur lay halfway on the hood, half inside, feeling the splinters of glass still attached to the monster digging into his body, leaving blood gauges.
He couldn't move—the pain was too great. Outside, there were shouts and yells from twolegs, and a blaring, unrelenting wail. There were screeches as ore monsters pulled up short, and twolegs jumped out, and began to sort out the mess.
A towering twoleg stepped up to the wrecked car Badgerfur lay across. He leaned over Badgerfur, then slowly looked down to peer at him, and caught sight of Leafheart as well.
"Someone call the WRC!" he shouted, making Badgerfur's ears ache. He didn't even bother to try and understand what the man was saying; he was fighting us to stay awake.
"They're already here!" another voice called. A new twoleg stepped out of the gathering cloud of darkness, a female. She had brought two of the small; metal-mesh dens the Elders had called cages with her.
She reached down with gloved hands, and gently slid Badgerfur into one of the cages. He tried to resist, but was too weak to even raise a claw. He lay on the soft material the twoleg had placed on the bottom of the cold cage, feeling his entire body scream in one great pain.
Badgerfur was dimly aware of the female doing the same to Leafheart, and then with a lurch, his cage was picked up, and carried over to the pack of a healthy monster, which had another twoleg sitting in it.
"Put them in the truck with the others," said one of the twolegs urgently, and the female set both his and Leafheart's cages down into the open back of the truck.
Blackness now surrounded Badgerfur, but he could faintly smell Leafheart's sweet scent, now nearly gone from the odor of blood, those of Shadowheart and Icestorm. Shadowheart and Icestorm? But they where dead, he had seen it.
It didn't matter now . . . he was sinking into the darkness, the rush of voices outside where extinguished