Losing Traction... (Dream/Wish)

A storm was upon the shadow clan territory this chilly evening, and it was a fierce one. The pine trees whirled around violently and scattered paw-fulls of pine needles across the rain-soaked ground; many of the weaker saplings were toppling over or threatened to dip to the winds and gravity. The rain was almost horizontal and pounded the forest relentlessly, drenching everything and anything in site. Unfortunately for the shadow clan medicine cat, he was caught in this dangerous storm, and was currently booking his tail as fast as his muddy paws would let him back towards camp. "Shit shit shit fuck shit damn shit!" Dreamweaver muttered frantically under his breath, rain-soaked ears plastered to the side of his head. The camp was in site, but it was still ways away from the weary and shivering feline. "You'd think star clan would put up some weather forecasting skills to a medicine cat. All I wanted was some fresh burdock root I really don't think that's too much to ask." Dream mumbled to himself, straining his muscles to make as much progress as possible; but the feline was slowing down significant as the wind changed directions to blow directly in his path.

"Star clan help me."

The wind howled through camp, shaking the dens, and making the already dense rain come down harder. A barely bisible figure was rushing around the outskirts, the drenched feline checking the nursery, elder, warriors, and apprentices den to make sure that everyone had returned safe and sound, and so far it was true. After a short mew of goodbye to his warriors, Wishingstar bolted across camp as lightnin lit up the sky, leaving behind a loud crash of thunder in its wake. With a startled hiss he raced in the medicine cats den and began to shake the water from his pelt. "Geez Dreamweaver, you would think Starclan was trying to drown us!" The leader purred as he sat down fo lick his pelt. A few beats passed and slowly the blue tabby looked up, his eyes glancing around the den. "Dreamweaver?"

Another flash followed by a crash sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh no" he whispered before turning and slipping back out of the den and into the storm around him. "DREAMWEAVER" he yowled, but the roaring of the wind seemed to eat his words. Ears flattened and eyes slitted, he splashed out of camp and into the woods, running blindly like a kit, screaming the name of his best friend.

As the healer struggled through the relentless rain, he heard a whisper of his name carried across the fierce winds. His ears pricked up at the sound, and his green eyes squinted through the harsh rain and searched the forest before him. "Wishingstar...?" The tom said more to himself in a faint and hopeful tone. With renewed energy, Dreamweaver drawed in a deep breath to shout out into the storm, his head raised towards the sky. "WISHINGST-" But the medicine cat was cut off quickly with the splintering sound right above him. Looking up, eyes widened in horror as a large oak branch toppled down through the rain towards him at an alarming speed. "Fuck!" The tom shouted in terror as he tried to run, but he couldn't get enough traction on the watery ground, causing him to slip. Suddenly pain wracked his body and Dreamweaver let out a yowl as the branch hit the ground, trapping the medicine cat.
"Shit shit shit shit shit shit! I'm dead! This is death! I never got to say goodbye to Wishingstar or tell him how stupid his smile is or say hi to milkdapple, though he seemed like a dick, and who will be the new medicine cat oh shit oh shit-!" He rambled frantically under his breath, heart racing and eyes squeezed closed. It took a moment, lying under the tree branch, to realize that he was in fact not dead. Squinting to open his eyes, Dreamweaver noticed he was more trapped in the outer twigs and branches of the tree branch, like a bug caught in a bird's nest. Scratches raked the healer's body, but the only bad one seemed to be one scratch along his neck and partially on the corners of his face. At this point it felt as if water was seeping into his bones, weighing him down upon the sloshy grass.
"Well...fuck."

All of a sudden it seemed as if the forest was falling around him. Leaves, needles, but worst of all was the splintering of something large, crashing into the ground. His heartbeat racing Wishingstar sprinted with caution towards the sound. After many foxlengths he came to a large branch. The tabby opened his mouth to scent, but honestly he was kidding himself, he couldnt smell a kit even if it was right in front of him. The tom circled around, his eyes slitted against the rain. "DREAMWEAVER!" He yelled again, unable to see the medicine cat caught up in the twigs. "I hope he is around here somewhere..." He muttered, and began to walk away from the scene.

The sound of his name shook the dazed film from Dreamweaver's form, his ears shooting up as he tried to look through the branches. "Wish? WISH?" The healer shouted through the branches, and began to frantically rip away at the branches that blocked him in the wooden cage. "HEY! IM IN HERE! WISH!" Panic filled the medicine cat's voice, praying to star clan the other cat hear his voice as his paws started to get shredded and bleed onto the forest ground.

With his ears pinned to his head, Wishingstar kept forward, that is until the desperate scream of his name brought him to a halt. "dream...DREAMWEAVER?" He yowled, turning around to glance back at the tree widening his eyes the best he could. There! He could see a small area of twigs and branches moving frantically, as if something were trapped in their woody prison.

Racing back over, the leader glanced from side to side until his blue eyes met those of his healers. "Oh dear starclan!" He exclaimed. "How the hell are you not dead?"

A moment passed before he put his own weight forwards and began to snap smaller twigs that were in the way, forcing them back until the groaned and broke to his strength."How do you manage to get in these situations.!" He yelled over the wind, his words whipped away into the dark sky.

Dreamweaver sagged in relief as his leader began to break the branches before him, a tired grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I think I was the one granted 9 lives, not you." The healer hoarsely joked, the adrenaline wearing off and he began to sag forward again. The icy rain was relentless, and the medicine cat couldn't stop the violent shivers that raked through his body.

Wishingstar grunted, not thrilled with what he was saying. With one last giant push, the remaining twigs cracked under his weight, and a hole big enough to stick his shoulder in was made. Leaning froward the tom attempted to bit the medicine cats scruff and pull, to help him up and out of the muddy watery hole that had begun to form. "gah oo are evy" Wishingstar mumbled, Dreamweavers fur making his speech sloppy.

Dream's tail twitched slightly in irritation, but allowed the tom to pull him out of the bundle of tree branches. "Hey asshat, not e'reyone has t-time to 'un off their kit weight." The healer murmured in annoyance, eyes just barely slits and fur an absolute muddy mess. Pink stains dripped down Dreamweaver's neck and paws, blood dripping out of the scratch across his face in a slow but steady stream. "Ew...that's gonna scar so ugly..." The healer whined like a kit, before giggling at nothing. "Now...now t-totally I'll look like a b-badass. I'll t-tell everyone I fought a dog or some b-bullshit like that."

Pressing his soaking wet body up against Dreams, he rolled his eyes the best he could in the rain, and started walking beside him back to camp. "Can you run?" He meowed. "It will warm usback up, we are about to have a sick medicine cat if we dont hurry back."

The healer tried to stand as much as he could without putting his full weight on Wishingstar. With dread Dreamweaver looked at how far the camp was, a full 30 second sprint through thunder and relentless rain if they were lucky. "I'll try my best!" Dream shouted over the storm, tensing his muscles in anticipation. The scratch itched and stung with the rain. "I swear to star clan it this gets infected I will do.... Something! I don't know what to do to star clan, but it will be bitchy!" The medicine cat look at his companion then with a glare, still shivering like a drowned rat. "Don't judge me I'm half drowned so it's understandable I can't come up with an insult." Dreamweaver looked back towards camp, tired determination in his eyes. "Let's get this shitty run over with."

His pawsteps quickened until he was trotting, making sure not to leave Dreamweavers side. "This fucking wind" he snarled, his paws seeping into the muddy ground as they trudges forward. "Come on we are literally like 6 foxlengths away"

"Yeah yeah I'm going I'm going." Dreamweaver mumbled, his head angled downward and looking at his paws as he picked up the pace. "Everyone else is good right? I'm the only stupid one out here?" The healer asked as he slipped and slided through the chilly mud, using every swear word under starclan's name as they frustratingly made their way back to camp. Thunder boomed overhead, causing the healer to flinch but didn't stop their progress.

"Yes and they have probably noticed our abscense." He muttered, dipping into the entrance that led inside ShadowClans camp. "Come on, lets get you dry, and i wouldnt mind either." He huffed, bounding forward to dissapear into the medicine cats den.

Dreamweaver stumbled into his medicine cat den, taking a few steps in before plopping down on the sandy ground beneath him with a huff. He didn't even both drying off, rather he just laid in his sopping cold, muddy, bloody fur ball. He didn't even make it to his nest for star clan's sake. "Alright-y nap time..." The healer mumbled into the dirt, eyes already closed and nodding off into sleep.