Russetpaw didn't realize she was running until she fell, landing in a rabbit hole. She didn't bother to get back up; her paw screamed with agony, and she was breathing hard. She'd delivered the prophecy, which promised the death of an innocent cat? She shivered, and realized she was cold. Russetpaw rolled stiffly to her paws; her pelt was tangled with bracken, leaves, and twig. A lightning bolt of pain shot up her right forepaw whenever she put weight on it; she winced when she realized she'd have to wobble home. "I-" "Get on my back. I can't exactly leave you here." Russetpaw blinked. ~ ~ ~