I don NOT need help (Russet-thorn)

[mystic]

Rosethorn
^{Hell hath no fury...}

Rosethorn had taken a massive smack to her head, and looked less than clear headed. Her fur was matted with dust and blood from her fight with the rogue who had attacked her and stolen her prey. The she-cat was in a foul mood indeed. She had been pretty much ordered to the Medicine cat's den. She was fine, she knew it. However now she would have to put up with the surly medicine cat.

Carefully she lifted up her paws, and stumbled towards the den. It was cold in leaf bare. She shivered then looked up at the clouds and rolled over. It was so much more fun to look at the clouds than to go to the Medicine cat's den like she was supposed to.

"The clouds look like poofy doofy poofythings..." she mewed. "And they're so pretty." She added. Her tail flicked back and forth as she watched, her pupils dilated from the massive thud she had taken when flying into the rock.