Brokenpaw attempted to stand, his open wounds straining his sides. His claws dug into the moss underneath, attempting to stabilize himself. Brokenpaw looked up into Featherfern's eyes, she was tired and looking up there in the moons, but she remained with a warm smile. Brokenpaw sheathed one of his claws and lifted it shakenly to place it down one step ahead of him.
It landed and he breathed a heavy sigh, and sheathed another paw to place it beside the other. His body lurched a little, and his claws had unsheathed in their new places.
Brokenpaw sheathed one of his hind paws and lifted it, placing it closer to the front paws and unsheathed his claws there again. he lifted the last paw and placed it down.
"He looks like a kit learning to walk again." Icefoot commented, Lightpaw remained silent and thoughtful.
Brokenpaw was thankful for his friend's presence, but he often asked her whether or not she has other duties to attend to. Lightpaw brought him food, but she ended up eating it alone.
Featherfern took a step forward as Brokenpaw failed to get himself steady enough to try moving again; but Brokenpaw brushed it off and lifted a leg up again, legs starting to wobble and almost collapse.
"These wounds have gotten worse, I'm sorry but they are starting to get bigger now." Featherfern worried, the her eyes looking worried.
Brokenpaw tried to settle it down, his leg wounds putting more strain on his legs. The silvery pale gray she-cat stepped closer and provided support to his side.
Brokenpaw gently shoved her away, and placed down his paw on… uneven ground.
Brokenpaw lost his footing and collapsed onto the ground, Featherfern rushing over to the reddish brown tabby tom. His green eyes looked over at the she-cat who supported him back to his nest. "We'll have to do something about this, please just rest in your nest for now." the silvery pale gray she-cat licked his ear tips before getting up.
Brokenpaw looked awkwardly at Lightpaw, she had a crow down at her paws and she smiled. "You feeling enough to eat today?"
Brokenpaw looked down at his paws, the pale golden she-cat sat down in front of him. and set the crow down with her, this time waiting for him to make a start and he could feel her golden eyes watching him.
Brokenpaw wrapped himself up tight. "I'm not hungry."
Lightpaw still just sat there, waiting. "You haven't eaten for two weeks now, the gathering's coming up and you need to eat before you die of starvation." She persisted.
Brokenpaw wrapped himself up closer, tail tip brushing his nose and tickling it a tiny bit.
Lightpaw didn't leave; the crow was left untouched by other cats. Brokenpaw lay there avoiding her pink eye gaze, Lightpaw laid her head down on her paws and stared blankly at the tom before her, waiting for him to move or do anything.
But Brokenpaw remained still, the only movement coming from his flank rising and falling with his breathing.
…
It was night, and Lightpaw was still there on the opposite end of the crow, both remaining silent.
Finally, Brokenpaw broke the silence. "You should go to your nest and get some sleep." He grumbled.
Lightpaw still didn't move. "Not until you eat." she protested, nudging the crow towards him.
"I said, go get yourself some sleep."
"No."
Brokenpaw lifted his head. "Twisted will not leave us alone, if I die the clan would be better without me."
"Brokenpaw…"
"GO AWAY, HALF SIGHT!" Brokenpaw spat, his fur bristling on end.
Silence greeted him, Brokenpaw turned his head in time to see Lightpaw storm out of the medicine cat den.
He could feel Featherfern's eyes burning into his back, but he just kicked away the crow in a fit of rage.
Not to Lightpaw this time.
But at himself.