[ti]Open[/ti]Lost Bottle Cap Boy, Wake up, You're Home...

[Ringtail]

After many moons of being lost and hungry, the young apprentice named Wingpaw, collapses under his paws, exhausted from his long venturing around with his sisters. He had gotten let behind by the mollies, whom he was sure going to find the rogues..Or whatever cats they were looking for. The young tom had somehow stumbled on unfamiliar territory..At last it was unfamiliar to him. Leaves seemed to flutter around him, fall had driven him towards at least closer to home..The bottle-cap loving tom stared up at the darkening sky, wondering if he would ever see his father and mother again, maybe even his siblings. Starclan, please help me, I wish to go come. I learned my lesson. He cried towards the stars, hoping anyone, anything would find him, and maybe take home. Funny enough, he had wandered close enough towards camp, though he just hadn't noticed. The cream colored, ginger swirled tom let out a final cry of pain from hunger and exhaustion, before curling up into a ball of messy, dirty fur, his blue eyes closing. He tried to keep some warmth between his skinny, small body. His dreams filled him into a spot next to his mother's warm belly, nursing once again has a young kit. Whoever found him would clearly see his almost lifeless body, kneading into his own back foot, sleeping, trying to regain some form of energy.

[Fireflake]

Pebbleshade of MistClan

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Pebbleshade strolled through the territory at a leisurely pace, taking his time to watch the leaves twitch and to think through his day. He wasn't hunting. He wasn't marking the borders. He wasn't in a hurry at all. The only sign that something may be amiss was a scent carried on the breeze, and the long-furred warrior was sure it could just have easily been his imagination.

He turned toward it anyway and, as his steps fell a bit faster, his tufted ears pricked in alarm. What was that sound? The only thing he could think to relate it to was the mewling of a desperate kit. Pebbleshade had convinced himself by this point that this was urgent, or at least that there was no harm in caution. He sprinted the short way to the sound and stopped suddenly.

It took a moment to process what he was seeing. Some injured animal? A rogue? Before his mind could fully comprehend the situation, his paws seemed to have figured something out and dragged him toward the bundle of fur. Pebbleshade nudged what seemed to be a younger tom, then nudged him harder. "Are you alright?" he asked, trying to keep down the worry in his tone. This was a clanmate. And he didn't seem alright to Pebbleshade.

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Ringtail

[Ringtail]

Wingpaw continued to mewl, unable to answer properly. How could he? His belly was empty and gnarled for food. But he couldn't move. His body wouldn't allow it. The young tom stayed curled up in his little space, the only moment was the occansional shiver that ran through him, the lack if warmth almost turning him to a fuzzy stone. Like moss. Like Cherryheart's belly. Clearly he needed attention fast, or the young tom could, in theory take a trip to Starclan.

[Fireflake]

Pebbleshade of MistClan

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Pebbleshade's next breath felt heavier than the one before, and he stared through widened eyes at the young tom. So he wasn't alright. For once Pebbleshade wished he'd been wrong. "Okay... you'll be okay..." he muttered in case Wingpaw could hear him. Or perhaps it was only for himself. The grey warrior licked Wingpaw's fur backward as he tried to think of a plan of action. That was what he'd seen queens do when their kits didn't move. He could run back to camp, get help, get prey... but would that be fast enough? He could carry the apprentice back with him, but again..? He could call out for help.

Pebbleshade raised his head. Are we close enough to camp? "Silv- Silverfang! Frostpaw!" he yowled. It was worth a try. "Someone!"
The warrior tried to pull up the poor stranger, wondering if he could support his weight. Pebbleshade wasn't a big warrior, but Wingpaw didn't seem to weigh as much as he'd expected. Not exactly a good thing.

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Ringtail silverfang218 Meow Idk whether you want them to come or not, but he called out for them. xP

[Meow]

Frostpaw hummed as she sat by the mouth of MistClan's cave, dipping large wads of moss into the sparkling, clear water that surrounded it. It was her favorite part of the day, when she gathered food and water for the queens and elders- a rare quiet moment in her now-hectic life. A time where she could think while she did a few mindless chores...

Frostpaw jolted as a troubled cry sounded from the territory, dropping one of the wads of moss into the water and perking her ears as her and Silverfang's names rang out in the distance. A clear call for help- someone was in trouble. Frostpaw scrambled to her paws and hurried out of the cave, abandoning her work as she raced out into the territory. Her paws pounded against the cool earth as she raced through the trees, following the fear-scent that only grew stronger the closer she got to her target. Thankfully, the pair hadn't been far from camp, and Pebbleshade soon came into view.

Frostpaw skidded to a halt a few tail-lengths away, panting heavily. "Pebbleshade- I'm here," Frostpaw breathed. "What's wrong? What happened?"

[Ringtail]

Who was licking him? The apprentice slowly opened his eyes, squinting to even look at the warrior known as Pebbleshade. He didn't recognize them at all. The cream and orange tabby slowly started to sit up, attempting to get to his feet. "Cherryheart? Mom?" He could only croak out his mother's name, thrist having parched his throat. Still weak from hunger and tiredness, the apprentice only fell back to his side, more leaf litter and dirt caking up on him. He felt so sick. He couldn't keep up with his sisters, and had been left behind, to fend for himself. He had been able to catch bugs to survive but once the summer's heat died away. The insects scattered away to hide away from the world. The young tom's eyes fluttered closed again, clearly malnourished from not eating properly. He was just skin and bones at this point.

[Fireflake]

Pebbleshade of MistClan

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Pebbleshade relaxed in a moment of relief as Frostpaw arrived. It soon evaporated into urgency. He shook his head. "I don't know. I found him like this. He's very light, he's hardly awake, and I hoped you c-"
The tom stopped abruptly as the apprentice stirred and spoke. He tried to get into a position to break a fall when Wingpaw tried to stand, but ultimately stood in the wrong place and was useless.

After this, as he stared worriedly at the younger tom, a look of understanding came across Pebbleshade. "Oh. You're Featherpaw's brother, aren't you?"
He was only quiet for a heartbeat. He didn't expect an answer. The grey warrior nudged Wingpaw once again. "I'm Pebbleshade. Frostpaw's here too. Can you try to stay awake for me? Wait just a moment, so I could get you something to eat?"
Pebbleshade looked to the medicine cat apprentice as if for confirmation.

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Ringtail Meow

[Meow]

Frostpaw's eyes flickered with recognition as she looked to the weakened tom, almost letting out a gasp as she took in the sight of her old dennate- oh, it'd been a while since she'd seen his face... Frostpaw nodded as Pebbleshade filled her in on the young tom's condition, and hurried over as Wingpaw mumbled something about Cherryheart.

Frostpaw immediately moved to stand next to the starving apprentice, gently nudging the warrior out of the way as he looked to her for guidance. "Yes- get him something easy to eat, nothing too hairy... a mouse, maybe. And bring me some water, too; I left some wet moss by the waterfall," Frostpaw ordered quickly, feeling her heart beat in her throat as she began examining the young tom, making sure he had no major injuries. He was practically just a skeleton. "We're going to take care of you, okay, Wingpaw? You're safe now," Frostpaw murmured soothingly as she looked over him. She didn't see any major injuries.

We need to get his strength up before he passes out completely. Frostpaw furrowed her kittybrows, before she scurried off into some bushes. Only moments later, the she-cat returned with a few small fronds of ragweed. It wasn't much, but it'd hopefully keep him conscious while Pebbleshade fetched food and water. Frostpaw lightly shook Wingpaw's shoulder as she placed the fronds by his nose. "Wingpaw, please stay with me- I need you to eat these. They'll give you strength."

[Ringtail]

Frostpaw? Pebbleshade? He remembered Frostpaw, but was entirely unsure of Pebbleshade. The younger tom shifted weakly to stand, with the help from Pebble and Frost, namely Frost. "Am I.." He could hardly speak, but he wanted to know if he was home. Once Frostpaw had left his side, he laid back down, curling back into a little fuzzy bony ball. Hearing her voice again, he glanced up, sniffing at the ragweed. Ew. A plant. He leaned forward and took a small nibble out of the frond, trying his best to keep the leafy frond down, with one small swallow.
The cream tom made a small effort to try and get to his feet again. It was a weak step, but he managed to try, though it would take some time for the ragweed's effect to take it's toll on him. Though, he did notice the energy increase. He still felt weak to some extent, the strength giving herb, slowly producing it's other effect. "Am I home, Frostpaw??" He breathlessly asked, his blue eyes focusing on the medicine cat apprentice.

[Fireflake]

Pebbleshade of MistClan

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Pebbleshade dipped his head and raced away, letting his paws carry him through the now-familiar landscape. His skills leaned toward being slow and patient rather than fast, but once he got going, with a good cause in his mind, the warrior didn't stop. Not until camp. He skid to a halt just before the waterfall, not wanting to slip and make this whole thing longer, and moved briskly to the fresh-kill pile.

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Ringtail Meow I'll have him come back once Frost has answered. xP