(Tugger's POV)
I groaned quietly, my head pounding. Everything came back to me slowly.
"Are we in Heaviside I mumbled as I opened my eyes..
"Nah, we're all still here," Munk replied.
I gasped at Munk's appearance, he looked to be covered in blood and he was gripping hold of a nasty wound on his shoulder.
"Munk are you alright?"
"Are you?"
"You haven't answered me."
"It's not as bad as it looks. Now you?"
"Just got my bell rung," I stood up, "Whoa, it's dizzy up here."
Munk grabbed hold of me,
"Hope you don't mind getting a little blood on you," he said apologetically.
A tom I didn't recognise held me up,
"I've got him, it's ok," he said to Munk. Lonz went over to Munk,
"Need a paw?"
"I'm fine," Munk insisted.
Lonz stayed close by just in case.
The ginger tom was watching Munk closely too, he introduced himself to us,
"I'm Skimbleshanks."
"I'm Tugger, that's Grid, that's Lonz and the one refusing to admit he's actually hurt is Munk."
"Fine Tug, I'm hurt, you happy now?" He tried to step forwards but ended up staggering to the side to lean against the wall,
"Dizzy," he mumbled in explanation. Lonz took Skimbleshank's place at my side while Skimble ran to Munk.
"Come on lad we'll have to get you to the junkyard. Everyone follow me," Skimbleshanks picked Munk up and took off towards the junkyard.
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(Munk's POV)
I bit my lip to stop myself crying out. I finally noticed properly the blood covering my silver fur. Was it all mine or was some of it pollicle blood?
"Am I going to die?" I asked Skimbleshanks quietly.
"Not if I can help it lad."
That was enough for me. I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die. My body seemed to have other plans for me though and everything went black.
I groaned quietly, my head pounding. Everything came back to me slowly.
"Are we in Heaviside I mumbled as I opened my eyes..
"Nah, we're all still here," Munk replied.
I gasped at Munk's appearance, he looked to be covered in blood and he was gripping hold of a nasty wound on his shoulder.
"Munk are you alright?"
"Are you?"
"You haven't answered me."
"It's not as bad as it looks. Now you?"
"Just got my bell rung," I stood up, "Whoa, it's dizzy up here."
Munk grabbed hold of me,
"Hope you don't mind getting a little blood on you," he said apologetically.
A tom I didn't recognise held me up,
"I've got him, it's ok," he said to Munk. Lonz went over to Munk,
"Need a paw?"
"I'm fine," Munk insisted.
Lonz stayed close by just in case.
The ginger tom was watching Munk closely too, he introduced himself to us,
"I'm Skimbleshanks."
"I'm Tugger, that's Grid, that's Lonz and the one refusing to admit he's actually hurt is Munk."
"Fine Tug, I'm hurt, you happy now?" He tried to step forwards but ended up staggering to the side to lean against the wall,
"Dizzy," he mumbled in explanation. Lonz took Skimbleshank's place at my side while Skimble ran to Munk.
"Come on lad we'll have to get you to the junkyard. Everyone follow me," Skimbleshanks picked Munk up and took off towards the junkyard.
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(Munk's POV)
I bit my lip to stop myself crying out. I finally noticed properly the blood covering my silver fur. Was it all mine or was some of it pollicle blood?
"Am I going to die?" I asked Skimbleshanks quietly.
"Not if I can help it lad."
That was enough for me. I'm not going to die, I'm not going to die. My body seemed to have other plans for me though and everything went black.