Dusty ear's perked as he heard Micah's voice over the rain. "Alright, good." He murmured softly, keeping his focus ahead. Suddenly, Risto stumbled to a halt, his face twisted in a pained look. "For the stars' sake - what now?" Dusty exclaimed, feeling annoyed that the feline was pausing too much. Risto glared back at him.
"I tore a claw." He muttered.
"You tore what?" Dusty snarled over the rain.
"I tore a freaking claw!" Risto shouted over the rain, balancing on three paws.
Dusty stared at him for a moment. "Can't you like pull them in - something like that?"
"I can't! It'll hurt!" Risto growled. Sighing, he shook his head. "Let's jut keep moving - I'm holding up everyone. I'll treat it when we arrive. Just let me stay in the back, I'll be too slow if i'm in the front." The feline growled, before bounding off.
Rolling his eyes, Dusty continued, filling up the empty space between Gavroche and him as he hurried forward.