Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160614011406/@comment-27038933-20160623001138

Quickpaw growled dragging his brother's scruff over the Tribe Border Speedhawk beginning to come to. "Come on brother, get up!" He snarled.

Speedhawk groaned weakly, green eyes opening blearily. "Quickpaw?" He meowed shakily.

"Speedhawk, come on get up! We're almost out of the fire! Moonwing's waiting for you!"

Speedhawk nodded trying to push himself up only to let out a grunt and sink back down, "My shoulder," HE hissed glancing at his right shoulder.

Quickpaw grimaced. "It looks dislocated." He muttered.