where is my family? [open]

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The thorn ripped at his paw-pad and made the tom cower in just the slightest bit of pain. His tolerance was high, to the point where he could take most things, most things except for a simple thorn as it embedded itself into his paw with sure footing, never to emerge again. "Foxdung," he swore under his breath, pulling at the thorn with his teeth as only more blood began to seep from it.

Turning around he called to his patrol, 'I'll be back soon, I have to go back to camp for just a moment." his voice wavered in just the slightest bit as she limped away from the group of huddled cats, their pelts puffed up from the cold and eyes cold from the frost that coated the ground. The sky was a light blue that seemed to envelop Mouseleap in one movement, he reveled in the simplicity of it all, trying to ignore the pain spreading through his every time he took a step down.

Reaching the camp, he walked into the medicine cat den and held up his paw.