This Can't Be.. [DONE]

he tom pricked his ears to the sound a tired huff from among the debris. Dacewhisker quickly hopped over a few branches towards the source, his green eyes searching here and there for the she-cat's voice. By the time he found Tanglebreeze, she was trying to get up with much effort. She struggled, as if her own paws were made of lead. Quietly, he went to her side, gently nudging her side with his nose in encouragement. Once she was up on her feet, Dacewhisker took a good look at her. She looked so small and fragile, her fur a total mess.. Well, when was it not messy? Tanglebreeze asked what he needed, and he replied as if he read her mind.

"It's not just me," Dacewhisker mewed softly to her. "The clan needs you, but Willowstar needs you the most." There was some emphasis with Willowstar's name. He looked up from Tanglebreeze, his gaze turned toward their porcelain leader  who sat under the rain alone, her head raised towards the sky with sorrow and defiance for Starclan. Dacewhisker looked back at the wounded medicine cat. He'd  lick her nose to stop the bleeding, but was worried that he'd be intruding private space. "You're the first cat that Willowstar called for when we woke up."

From behind them, Redfeather spoke out once more about preparing for a hunting  patrol, which made Dacewhisker turn his head slightly to the right. The tip of his blue tail twitched - he was made for hunting, of course he'll join. "I'll see you later," Dacewhisker told the she-cat as he turned around to follow the deputy, who was already joined by a warrior and an apprentice. Silently, he padded over to them, hopping over the branches and brambles once more that littered their sorry camp.

"I'm ready as well," Dacewhisker mewed, his tone firm. He was quite serious when it came to hunting - and he would not let his skills fail him now at this time of need.