Smokepaw's Fall

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Allegiances
Rouges

Smokepaw: Smokey grey tom with one clouded eye and a badly mangled front leg

Travis: Big brown tabby tom with green eyes

Kitty: White she-cat with amber eyes

Opal: White she-cat with green eyes

Jitterbug: Lanky black and white tom with blue eyes

Harold: Long furred tortoishell tom with amber eyes

Rachel: Long furred brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes, nursing an unknown cat's kits, kits are Lillian (white she-cat), Brick (reddish orange tom), and Little Girl (white she-cat with black and brown patches)

Prolouge
Smokepaw closed his eyes and opened them looking at Russetfur. She would catch him, she had to catch him! Smokepaw leaped, and then felt a jolt of terror as he missed the edge. Russetfur grabbed his scruff and started hauling him up, but he could already tell it was useless. The she-cat skittered on the edge and almost fell over herself and she let go of Smokepaw in the process.

He let out a thin wail as the ledge disappeared from sight and the wind whistled by his ears. His face felt like it was being pulled back and he closed his eyes and mouth tight but the wind seemed to seep in, how long had he been falling? Smokepaw thought he must be very lucky not to have crashed with a crunch into a rock by now, or have landed on the ground and broken himself. He peeled back his eyes and then they widened when he saw that he was heading towards water. He angled his legs downward like any cat would and shrieked in pain as he hit the water and sunk down into the depths.

He felt like he was outside of his body as he sunk down. He could see his grey and black shape floating down with bubbles escaping from it's mouth, leg twisted at a awkward angle, and half of his face coated in blood that turned the water crimson. Smokepaw was sure he was dead, there was a light that was growing brighter and brighter. It was so warm, he just wanted to close his eyes and sink towards it. Smokepaw could hear comforting voices calling as he neared the light, and finally he fell into it and saw no more.

Chapter 1
Smokepaw was suprised that his leg was hurting when he woke up in Starclan. Injuries healed in Starlcan didn't they? He lifted his head and yelped as pain coarsed down his face and to his leg making the soreness increase. He looked around and saw he was laying on a narrow stretch of sand and gravel next to some gently lapping waves. It would have been peaceful if his own blood wasn't staining the sand around him, and with that final thought the pain in his head flared and he blacked out again.

Smokepaw woke up a second time and realized he could hear voices, but not like the comforting ones he had heard before. A deep, gravelly voice meowed, "What is it?" A paw prodded his back and Smokepaw moaned a litte. He heard paws quickly shuffling backwards behind him.

A softer, sweeter voice was speaking now, and he felt something that smelled like salt and plants at the same time pulled off of him. The voice meowed, "It's a little kit, well more then a kit, at least a teenager by now as the Two-legs call it," A nose sniffed down his flank and the voice mewoed again, "Poor thing!  Must have fallen off the cliffs and landed in the water!  He's rather lucky not to be a pancake, and he's hurt too!  Looks like a broken leg and that side of his face seems to be pretty busted up.  Do you think we could get a Two-leg over here to take him?"

Smokepaw felt horror coarse through his veins. Two-legs were bad news. He coughed a little and spluttered, "No Two-legs..." He wheezed and coughed again, "Keep them away from me!" His mouth and throat felt like he had swollowed sand, and judging by his surroundings maybe he had.

The paws skittered away again and the voice like gravel meowed, "Your awake!  Didn't realize' with all that sand, seaweed, and blood on you!  What's your name?" The pawsteps drew closer again.

Smokepaw coughed again. He could only rasp, "Water, water!"

The gravelly voice meowed, "Nice to meet you Water I'm-" He was cut off by the sweet voice who meowed, "It's not his name stupid, he wants water, come on let's go and soak some moss in the river!  We'll be back sweety!"

Smokepaw lay there for what seemed like an eternity until he felt something cool near his mouth. He eagerly lapped all the water up then lay there panting. He finally meowed, "I'm Smokepaw." After he had caught his breath. He opened his eyes crack and saw the two cats for the first time. The one who the gravelly voice probably belong to was a big brown tabby tom and the other was a white she-cat with emerald green eyes.

The she-cat meowed, "Oh, close your left eye-" Smokepaw opened his mouth to ask why but she interjected, "Just do what I say!" Smokepaw closed his eye and lay there. The she-cat finally meowed, "I'm Opal, and my friend here is Travis."

The big tom growled, "I can introduce myself!" Opal ignored him and walked over to Smokepaw. She pulled some more of the foul smelling things that looked like greasy vines off of him, and them started licking off the sand and blood. FInally Smokepaw felt like his fur wasn't clotted anymore and he sighed in relief. Travis meowed, "Well, you look as good as your going to get I guess, come on I'll help you up."

Smokepaw let Travis pull him to his feet, and he groaned as he tried to set his paw down. Opal meowed, "Don't do that, just let Travis guide you."

Smokepaw nodded and let his head and tail drop and Travis helped him limp along. Smokepaw meowed, "Hey, where are we going?"

Opal meowed, "Back to the group, so we can decide what to do with you."