Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Two-leg place | Mentions: Minkleap, Rogues

Confused at first, Baywish eyed Minkleap carefully. She's trying to tell me something... As his sister began to speak to the rogues, speaking completely out of character for her, realization sparked in Baywishs eyes. Oh! I get it! Although not pleased about having to act weak in front of an enemy, Baywish realized it may their only way out without a fight. The warrior had no idea of his sisters intentions of a surprise attack.

Trying to confuse the Rogues, Baywish slipped his tail between his legs, and trembled just slightly, in a fake act of fear. It felt wrong to him, but they really couldn't afford a fight right now. All he wanted to do was go home!

The two enemy toms paused, looking at the two warriors. One of them, a black tom with a shredded ear, looked at Baywish and Minkleap with interest, and a bit of pity. "Aww don't worry about it! We can-" He began to speak, but the other Rogue, a larger white tom with a stained, dirty pelt, slapped his filthy tail over the black cats mouth. "Moron! These are obviously those Warriors who moved into the forest!" He said 'Warriors' with such disgust, it almost hurt Baywishs feelings. He opened his mouth to snarl something, but quickly shut it, in fear of ruining their act, which was seeming to not be of use anyway.

"And these Warriors need to be taught to stay in the forest!" He lunged at Baywish, quickly followed by the black tom, who turned to leap at Minkleap. Oh no! Baywishs ears flattened to his head, and his claws slid out as he prepared for the white rogues attack. Huge, sharp claws flew at his face, just grazing his cheek fur as he ducked the attack. He leaped for the toms back, having an advantage of speed against the huge, bulky cat. Surprised, the white rogue snapped at Baywishs plumy tail, but it was already well out of reach of the stained, yellow fangs. Not the most skilled fighter I see. He smirked, digging his claws into his opponents back and sinking his teeth into his scruff. Suddenly remembering this was not just his fight, he looked over to Minkleap, hoping she was handling the other rogue OK.

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Two-leg place | Mentions: Minkleap, Rogues

Upon seeing the black furred rogue run head-first into the two-leg, Baywish had so stifle a laugh. They acted tough, but they're no match for trained warriors! Pleased to see Minkleap had her opponent under control, he turned his attention back to the white tom, now thrashing under his grip. Distracted by watching Minkleap, his grip on the shoulders of his opponent had loosened. He was thrown off, and the impact took his breath away. He struggled to breath, and his back throbbed with pain. His green eyes widened as the rogue took a chance at his soft, exposed underbelly. His breath finally returned to him, and he rolled out of the way at the last minute. His delicate stomach was safe, but the rogue had fastened his his teeth deep into Baywishs upper hind leg. Screeching as pain shot through his leg, Baywish thrashed around, trying to shake off the larger tom. But no luck. He had a firm hold.

For a moment, the young warrior didn't know what to do. But after a moment, an idea came to him. Using his free back leg, Baywish kicked at the rogues face. After a few kicks, he finally connected his claws to the rogues cheek, raking his claws across his skin. The rogue let go of Baywishs leg, howling in pain. Baywish quickly jumped to his paws, circling the white tom with his hackles raised, and his teeth bared.

"Just give up, and we'll leave you alone!" Baywish snarled, hoping they'd give in. It was clear the rogues weren't going to win this, but they could still leave the warriors with a few more wounds to remember them by. The white toms blue eyes flickered from Baywish to his partner, to Minkleap, and back again to Baywish. With a glare, he began to walk back the way he'd come, tail lashing angrily. He said nothing, and never even looked back to make sure his partner was following.

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Two-leg place | Mentions: Minkleap, Rogues

Baywish turned to look at a leaf on the ground, trying to hide the smirk that threatened to show. "I uh, I'll remember that." He quickly realized however, that Minkleap was in pain because of headbutting the rogue, and his expression changed from that of amusement, to worry. His brows furrowed, and he looked over his sisters pelt carefully, making sure those foul rogues hadn't given her any serious injuries. I can't see anything that looks serious, but what do I know? I'm no Medicine cat.

"I'm fine, except for a nasty bite on my leg. We better make sure we head straight for the medicine den when we get back to camp though." Although not too worried about his own injury, which had already settled down to just a dull ache, he was worried about Minkleaps head. She'd hit pretty hard.

The mottled tom looked back to where the rogues had disappeared, slightly worried they might come back with reinforcements. "We should get back to camp as quick as possible." He turned back to Minkleap. "Are you OK to walk? I can help you if you need?" He padded to her side, a slight limp to his walk as he tried to keep pressure from his wounded leg. He offered his shoulder as support in case she needed it.

Drizzleface | 32 Moons | She-cat | Medicine Cat | Location: Med Den | Mentions: Hawkstone, Meadowstars patrol

Drizzleface helped Hawkstone to the nearest empty den, settling him down into it. She examined his leg, only to find it was sprained. Using Elder leaves, she chewed them into a poultice, and applied them to the sprain. Hawkstone would have to find the next several day in the medicine den, and get lots of rest.

The medicine cat quickly cleaned up the few globs of poultice that had dropped to the den floor, and grabbed a mouthful of Dry Oak Leaf and Goldenrod. She padded up to the den entrance and slid through, entering the camp. By now the sun was going down, darkening the camp, and it wouldn't be long before nightfall would come.

Spotting the group of returning warriors and Medicine Cats, the pale furred she-cat padded over to them. She dropped her herbs carefully at her feet, and called out to the warriors. "Does anyone still need to be treated?"

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Two-leg place -> Camp | Mentions: Minkleap, Rogues(indirectly). Drizzleface, Meadowstar(indirectly)

Baywish smiled, his sisters worry over him was both sweet and funny. "Yes of course! It's not too bad. Just a bite." As the two followed the stream home, Baywish tested his leg several times, hoping he would finally be able to put some pressure on it. It's gonna suck if I'm stuck in the Medicine Den! Who will train Ivypaw? He was worried, but knew that if he really wasn't able to train his apprentice, Minkleap would look after the young she-cat while she trained her own apprentice. Their mother may not be here anymore, but Minkleap had the love, dependability, and ferocity that their mother had had for the three, and he couldn't be more grateful for her.

Although the pain in his leg did not ease up by the time the camp came into view, he was able to use it slightly, now used to dull ache that pulsed throughout his limb. It was night by the time the two slipped into camp, but the camp was by no means quite. A few warriors and Medicine Cats were out in the clearing, and the warriors appeared to have some nasty wounds on them. Baywish could faintly scent blood in the air, as well as the reek of fox. What happened?

Nodding to Minkleap as she went off to search for Meadowstar, Baywish looked around, hoping he could catch one of the Medicine Cats attention. It seemed that Drizzleface was the only one not currently treating someone, and he waved his tail, hoping to catch her eye. The pale furred medicine cat took only a few moments to notice Baywish, and she quickly trotted over.

"Baywish, what happened?" Her brow was creased in worry, and she was already looking at his injured leg. It's like they can sense our injuries! Baywish had always been confused and mystified, yet intrigued by the job of a Medicine Cat. Healing cats, remembering herbs and their uses, communicating with Starclan; It all seemed like an awful lot. But important, he reminded himself.

"We got into a fight with some rogues by two-leg place. Nothing too serious, but Minkleap bumped her head pretty hard against one of the rogues heads. She went to look for Meadowstar, but you should take a look at her soon." A look of confusion crossed Drizzlefaces face at the mention of Minkleap bumping her head on another head, but before she could question it, Baywish spoke again. "And I could ask you the same thing! What happened here? The place reeks of fox!" He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Did foxes attack the camp while we were gone?"

As Drizzleface began to examine and apply herbs to Baywishs wound, she started to tell him everything he'd missed while he was away.

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Camp | Mentions: Ivypaw, Drizzleface, Minkleap(indirectly)

(Baywish and Drizzle are actually outside the Med den, in the camp clearing c:)

"I wish I'd been here to help." Shame overcame Baywish, knowing he'd been goofing off with Minkleap while his clanmates had been fighting for their lives. My warrior duties will be number one from now on! Although disappointed in himself, he knew there was no way for him to have known there was going to be an attack, so he didn't let his guilt bring him down too much. He would face whatever punishment Meadowstar saw fit, and move on.

Suddenly hearing his name yelled, Baywish jumped, and his ears perked up. A moment later, Ivypaw came skidding up to them, her eyes wild in worry. Giving a nod to Baywish, Drizzleface turned and headed back to her den, giving the two some privacy.

"Ivypaw, I'm so sorry. Me and Minkleap went down to Two-leg place, and got into a little skirmish with a couple rogues. Nothing serious, and I'm all fixed up now." He gestured to the wound on his leg, now smothered in chewed herbs. It had eased the pain, and Baywish hardly felt it any longer. "But I'm sorry I didn't tell you were I was going. The young tom hung his head, his heart heavy with shame once more. What kind of a mentor am I? "I'm just..." He trailed off, trying to find the words to describe how he'd been feeling. "Since the fall, and the-the disappearance of Pinebreeze, I haven't been myself. And when Minkleap brought up going to Two-leg place I was against it at first, but I though 'I could use some fun, to try and cheer myself up'. I needed some excitement to forget about all our troubles for while." He looked up from the ground, meeting his apprentices gaze. "I know it doesn't excuse what I did, and I'm really very sorry." His apology was sincere and he hoped the young she-cat would forgive him.