broken lion [open]

The trek across the territory left her short of breath, sides heaving, although as the warrior approached camp she made a mild attempt to stifle the sounds of the effort. Even for a cat of her strength and stature, carrying the deadweight of another grown cat any distance was quite the feat, and they'd journeyed quite the distance. Robintail had decided at some point along the way that when her clanmate was healed, she would make sure to tell him that squaring up against a badger was a mousebrained thing to do. For now, the she-cat was just grateful for the fact there still seemed to be breath stirring his sides.

In the most ungraceful manner, given her lack of experience in such matters, Robintail placed him down at the entrance of the healer's den. Her paws carried her quickly inside; hopefully he was around, "Mistedsong! Lionflame is injured, it's bad!" The barking rasp of her voice, driven by a dutiful sense of urgency carried through the den. She hardly waited to see if the medicine cat was actually there before whirling around to return to the injured cat. If Mistedsong didn't make an appearance within a moment or two, the warrior planned to seek him out. It would be less than humorous if the elder cat happened to be out of camp at the moment.