tw- major injuries )) Scampermizzle, ashamed for her actions, was on a walk. She walked to escape her troubles, to escape her thoughts, although she was sure she could not escape them. The damage had already been done. Her children hated her, every single one, and she had made Ghost depressed and sick. This was not what she had wanted. This was /never/ what she had wanted. Surely everybody knew that? No, they didn’t. They didn’t know anything about her other than the fact that they should hate her. And… and they should have hated her. Because she had made a mistake that couldn’t be fixed. And she herself /was/ a mistake. Every cat knew that now. As she trekked lightly on the sand of the desert at dusk, she was so deep in her thoughts that she did not hear a growl. She did not hear the huge paws beating down on the sand behind her. But she did feel it. She felt the warmness of it and she assumed it was a cat. Turning slowly, she asked, “Who is it? And what might you be wanting?” But her ears pinned back as the big teeth of the coyote glared at her, its eyes burning with hatred and disgust at the cat. And the coyote prepared to leap on her, to tear her head right off of her neck. Scampermizzle ran. She ran as fast as she possibly could, but her legs were simply not as long as those of the cats in WindClan. And Scamp… Scamp tripped. She tripped and her life flashed before her eyes. The coyote was killing her. It was killing her. It bit and scratched and ate until she had not four legs but three. And it flipped her over and scratched and bit, full of malicious intent, till she had not two eyes but one. The coyote’s teeth clamped down on her ear and ripped it off, leaving her with not two ears but one and a half. Then, to finish it all off, it scraped its claws across her body, and she swore she could see it smile. Scampermizzle was broken. She was alone. She had to get to the medicine den to Journeydelta. She was going to die. A howl in the distance caused her terrorist to run away from her and back to its cronies. She pulled herself towards camp, sand getting in her wounds and causing her to wince in pain. Soon, she was in camp, where her Clanmates saw her and carried her to the medicine den to be healed. Scamp vowed then and there to never leave camp. To stay in the nursery, away from pain and suffering, forever. She would never have another apprentice because she could not train them. But that was in the future. Now, she was in the medicine den, her wounds being treated, and passed out in a moss nest.
