The rats came down in a horrible, squeaking wave. Luckily Snowkit couldn't hear the enraged squeals. He struck out with his claws.
"There are too many to fight!" he screeched after a few seconds of hopeless slashing and biting. "Just get out!" As the words came out, he saw Bell leap out the exit and run, blood spattering after her. After her followed Sparrow, then Valley, then Leaf. "Hawk!" Snowkit yowled. "Hawk, get out!" He dimly noticed a tabby head fight toward the exit and flee. He crouched, and thrust himself away from the heaving mass of gray rats.
"Is everyone okay?" he yowled as he neared them. His answer was a shake of the head. He saw a ragged, red mass of fur huddled by Sparrow's paws.
It was Bell.
"Staunch the bleeding! Press your paws over her wounds." Valley ordered. "I was the healer for the Freecats. Leaf, go find some cobwebs! Quickly!" Valley was buzzing around Bell, pressing pulp here, cobwebs there, and more herbs there.
Snowkit looked at his paws, firmly pressed against a gash. The white fur was a deep shade of crimson now. "Come on, Bell, pull through..." He muttered. "Snowkit!" Valley shook his shoulder.
"You don't press so hard. You just squeeze out blood. Now go wash off in that puddle. He padded away, leaving red paw-prints in the dirt. "Bell, you can't die." He muttered. This is all my fault! I suggested resting there. Now she might die because of me.
He remembered what the look he had seen in her eyes was with a sharp inhale.
"It was love."
She'll live." Valley translated to Snowkit. "But she will have a limp for the rest of her life." Snowkit did his best to be optimistic. It could have been worse. Much worse. He told himself day after day. This still did not ease his troubled thoughts; that he had crippled an innocent, happy cat. What's worse is that she loved me. Why would she? I'm a deaf kit! Then one day, Valley added up to him. "Snowkit, it's time to move."
He nodded wearily. This had aged him beyond the measly eight or nine moons he was.
The sun was bright overhead. Snowkit took the lead, unable to look at Bell limping along, wincing at each step.
He felt a voice rumble. He ignored it, still plodding along. He noticed dimly a smudge nearing them on the distant horizon. They were topped with white. "It is the mountains."
A/N~ I know this was VERY short, sorry. Where are we on the timeline? After the battle of BloodClan, around FQ.