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Post by zero on May 25, 2019 20:58:20 GMT -5
Owlswoop started to drag his paws when they entered camp. The more they walked, the more it felt like someone had gotten onto his back and was pressing down. He wanted to flop down and take a nap. The only thing keeping him going was the weight of the injured clanmate pressing against him. The mud was not the place to fall for either of them. He couldn't help but to smile, lopsided and short lived, when the deputy approached and helped.
Normally, he would have been thrilled to have received approval from the deputy, but right now, he was too exhausted to register anything more than words. He would have to wait to be proud, if he remembered anything. "'M just a bit tired n' hurt, but okay. Silverstrike needs help." He reported. The words came out odd. A bit sticky but he was very proud for shoving them out.
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Post by owlspots on May 26, 2019 5:12:56 GMT -5
"Funny - you sound just like Miststar," Sunstar mumbled, his voice muffled by the ground against which his cheek was firmly pressed. He had been expecting such a reaction from Reedfoot - really, he could have never hoped for anything less with the medicine cat - but he still winced at her harsh tone, folding his ears against the back of his neck. He couldn't have lifted his head even if he wanted to; his bones felt like they were crumbling to dust and suddenly it was as though he was a newborn kit all over again, unable to stand steadily on all four legs without collapsing to the ground.
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Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on May 26, 2019 8:20:13 GMT -5
Badgertuft blinked slowly, turning his attention to Thymesprout as she started patching up his wounds. It took him a few heartbeats to push past the exhaustion that seemed to have swarmed over him as soon as he had gotten Sunstar home, but eventually he shook his head. "No, nothing broken," He sighed, ears falling back as the tone of Thymesprout's voice slowly filtered into his head, "I think I might have bruised a couple of ribs on my right though. Maybe that shoulder too."
He lowered his eyes, not looking at the younger cat. "Sorry, Thymesprout," He muttered, only half recognising why she might be mad at him. But he had heard Reedfoot - Sunstar had lost another life. He hadn't been quick enough and had carried his own Leader back as the tom had been dying, only to be too late. If he had just been quicker. While part of him knew she was angry at him for ignoring her orders, the rest of him couldn't help but worry she was angry that he had failed.
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Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on May 26, 2019 8:26:17 GMT -5
Thistleshade narrowed her eyes slightly at Owlswoop, looking the young tom over. "Don't be flea-brained," She said softly, whipping her tail around Silverstrike to brush against him, "You both need help. But we're almost there. You can get some rest and, in the morning, we'll get you a good meal and you can have as much time off as you need." She coaxed the pair to keep walking, guiding them to the Medicine Den. "Reedfoot! Thymesprout!" She called quietly, keenly aware of all her injured Clanmates scattered throughout the den, "We have two more. Silverstrike and Owlswoop have gotten back."
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Post by zero on May 26, 2019 12:55:21 GMT -5
"Only time can heal bruises right now." She warned. She could add comfery root and stinging needle for the ribs and shoulder later but right now it was more important to make sure the wounds closed and didn't become infected. Bruised ribs rarely became a problem and with other cat's broken bones, herbs for healing bones would be in short supply. "I'll give you some herbs for the ribs and shoulders later," She said, already planning a trip out. The medicine cat covered the wounds in fresh chervil leaves bonded together by cobwebs. Considering their shortage, a leaf bandage would have to do for now.
Her head whipped around when she heard more cats enter. "Starclan have mercy," She whispered, wondering if or when the seemingly endless parade of hurt clanmates would stop. There was only two more nests left in the den. The medicine cats and their apprentices would likely have to rest on the floor. "Get them into the nests," She said before turning back to Badgertuft, "Tell me if you feel any sudden pain or other issues. You should rest now though." She then rushed to the other side of the den to retrieve herbs.
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Post by zero on May 26, 2019 13:00:30 GMT -5
Owlswoop shook his head. He didn't mean he didn't need help. He was just very much aware of how broken Silversrike was at the moment. The other tom was limping and silent while Owlswoop was walking on all four paws and speaking. It was simple to see who was in better shape. Still, he nodded along with the deputy. Of course, a meal sounded wonderful. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten. However, his head was quickly becoming heavy. He wasn't sure if he could eat and then keep the prey down. That thought was upsetting. Thankfully, he didn't have to think about it for long as he had to direct Silverstrike to a nest.
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smokey
we out here
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Post by smokey on May 26, 2019 14:39:27 GMT -5
Streamheart blinked open her eyes, gradually coming out of her groggy state. Her back stung, though the weight of dried blood was gone now. She lifted her head and, as soon as she saw Sunstar, let out a sigh of relief. After seeing him run off, the she-cat was under the impression that she'd never see him again. "Sunstar," she mewed weakly. "Are you okay?" With her concerned question out in the air, Streamheart's eyes narrowed. "What were you thinking?! You could have died, like, permanently! Then where would we be? That was absolutely idiotic and--" She was cut off as a cough wracked her body and the silver tabby, who had begun to rise to her paws to yell at him from a higher point, fell back into her nest.
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Post by SmugGull on May 26, 2019 15:45:22 GMT -5
Reedfoot snorted. "Miststar, eh? No wonder you're in such rough shape." Miststar was a very handsome tom by StormClan standards - Reedfoot's personal tastes had always swayed towards paler coats, but even she couldn't deny the former leader's attractiveness. "Rest's the only thing f-"
The medicine cat was cut off as streamheart awoke and, after checking that Sunstar was not actively dying, launched into a tirade and tried to rise to her feet. "Down!" Reedfoot snapped, checking Streamheart's wound dressings and sending a quick thanks to StarClan that they hadn't been ruined. "You can educate him on the true extend of his idiocy later. For now, you both need rest. And peace and quiet," she added. Warriors. Honestly.
She glanced over at Badgertuft and, seeing that Thymesprout had him well in paw (fine medicine cat, Thymesprout, Reedfoot would never stop being proud of how well she'd handled herself during the Black Moons), cast her gaze over the rest of her patients. Her eyes landed on Quailfang, who had fallen silent but was still struggling weakly to reach Nightclaw. Inwardly, she cursed herself for not noticing the senior warrior's obvious distress - Windstep had been forced out of the den by the influx of patients and there was nobody to comfort him.
She rose to her feet - Quailfang's wounds wouldn't heal if he didn't calm down at let them - but before she could, Silverstrike and Owlswoop were escorted into the den by Thistleshade.
"Winterpaw," she called, "see to Quailfang." She hobbled forward (the trek to Starlake and the constant rush of activity since their return were doing no favors for her aging paws - and there was still the matter of Wildstar's sign weighing on the back of her mind) and took Silverstrike's weight from Thistleshade, guiding him to the nearest nest. "Owlswoop - over there. Thymesprout!" she called. "When you're done with Badgertuft, Owlswoop needs attention." At a glance, there was nothing physically wrong with the young warrior, but he needed to be checked for internal injuries and (if Reedfoot was right) treated for shock.
Silverstrike's leg had been snapped in two - stick, cobwebs, comfrey, rush, stinging nettle. "Thistleshade, fetch me a stick to splint his leg. This will hurt," she warned Silverstrike as she prepared to set the bone.
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Post by owlspots on May 27, 2019 5:32:25 GMT -5
Although he wasn't quite sure what Reedfoot meant by that, Sunstar felt his ears grow warm. He was disturbed from his thoughts by Streamheart's voice somewhere in the den.
Sunstar couldn't bring himself to look at Streamheart. His pelt burned with shame, guilt forcing his eyes to remain fixated on a strangely interesting piece of moss by his outstretched forepaws. "I know," he mewed quietly, a small sigh escaping him. He tried to turn his head when Streamheart descended into a violent coughing fit, needing to see for himself how badly she was hurt, but a sharp jolt of pain in his ribs caused him to cry out and his head fell back to the ground.
Pawsteps in the den entrance alerted him to the presence of more cats, and the scents of Owlswoop and Silverstrike were unmistakable. Again, he lowered his gaze; their injuries were his own doing in more ways than one, and he was a coward who couldn't even look his own warriors in the eye. Pathetic, something in the back of his mind sneered. I am, aren't I?
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Post by owlspots on May 27, 2019 11:24:49 GMT -5
Whitebird trotted over to Brindlemask, sidling up on the larger she-cat's left side. Although she didn't speak with Brindlemask often she respected the older she-cat greatly and thought her to be good company. "Hey, you wanna go hunting?" she asked, cocking her head, "Figured they could use a good meal - freshkill-pile isn't looking so good now that it's dinner hour." The apprentices were already picking the pile apart, presumably taking food to the queens and elders and then having their own meals after completing their work, and most of the good pieces were pretty much gone already.
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Post by owlspots on May 27, 2019 11:36:39 GMT -5
Whitebird chirruped happily, her whiskers twitching. "No problem!" She knew that Crowcall had certain... difficulties, and that Brindlemask wasn't necessarily fond of leaving him alone; she had absolutely no quarrel with Crowcall coming with them, and hoped to use their outing as an opportunity to get to know the pair of them better. She beckoned with her tail for them to follow her and made her way towards the entrance of the camp.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on May 27, 2019 14:03:34 GMT -5
Pansyface wasn’t sure what to do after bringing Nightclaw in. Another cat had told everything that happened, which was fine; she would have messed up the retelling somehow anyway. She sat at the edge of camp, her eyes darting back and forth between cats in the clearing, until she realized Whitebird, Crowcall, and Brindlemask were heading out to hunt. She watched them go, then turned her head back to all the blood and injury in the clearing. It all gave her so much anxiety... She finally got to her feet and hurried after the patrol, falling into step beside Brindlemask. “C-Can I come along?”
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Post by techitisJ on May 27, 2019 14:14:20 GMT -5
Sootkit waited anxiously by the entrance, inside of the nursery. He pushed his muzzle out every once and a while, trying to sniff and see what was going on out in camp. The other cats were saying something about a sharptooth, and there was hurt cats. He didn't even know what a sharptooth was! But if it sent big strong warriors back to the camp really hurt, it had to have been horrible!
(hey everyone, I'm back from my trip)
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Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on May 27, 2019 15:17:44 GMT -5
Thistleshade just about held in the sigh of relief as Reedfoot rushed over, taking Silverstrike and settling him. She forced herself to gently guide Owlswoop to a nest, before rushing outside to get a sturdy stick as instructed. She found a decent one and carried it back, returning as quickly as she could and guiding it between her brother's teeth. "He's barely been responding," She murmured anxiously, moving to carefully hold him down, "Even to me. He seems to recognise my voice, but he hasn't said a word." Even now, Silverstrike was just barely awake, panting around the stick in his mouth. An ear slowly rotated, lethargically seeking his sister's voice as she carefully pinned him down, ready for Reedfoot to set the bone.
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Post by owlspots on May 27, 2019 15:33:30 GMT -5
Whitebird waved to Pansyface as the other she-cat hurried over, glad to have another friendly face along for the ride. "Yeah, the more the merrier!" she agreed with a broad grin. "Where do you think we should try? The river might be a good idea for fish, but crossing it to get to the far hunting grounds would be a pain," she mewed, indifferent to her own rambling. The best idea - if you asked Whitebird, anyway - would be to try somewhere close, so they could get back to the camp quickly in case they were needed.
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Post by ✨ nissabug ✨ on May 27, 2019 15:55:02 GMT -5
Pansyface gave Crowcall a happy purr as he came back to them, then turned her attention back to Whitebird and Brindlemask. She didn't really mind what they did, as long as she stayed out of camp and away from danger. The idea of the sharptooth somehow still being out there scared her, but hunting would keep her mind off of it. "Along the river sound okay," she blurted out, then looked away sheepishly.
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Post by owlspots on May 27, 2019 16:21:22 GMT -5
"Water voles are pretty common this time of year, we'll probably find a nest or two somewhere near the river," Whitebird agreed, nodding her head affirmatively. When Crowcall wandered away her eyes widened and she turned her head to watch him, but she relaxed the moment he turned and came trotting back to them. "And if we're lucky, there'll be some birds too!"
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Post by owlspots on May 27, 2019 16:51:43 GMT -5
Whitebird laughed as Crowcall hurried away, quickly whirling on her haunches and darting after the large tom. "Crowcall, slow down!" she called out gently, her voice singing with endearment, "The birds will wait for you, don't worry!" She didn't check over her shoulder to see if Brindlemask and Pansyface were close behind or not, focusing mainly on keeping her eye on Crowcall in case he was to hurt himself or get lost.
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Post by SmugGull on May 27, 2019 17:20:30 GMT -5
(Crowcall... babie)
Reedfoot waited until Silverstrike was gripping the stick in his jaws, then yanked sharply. The bone snapped back into place with an ugly snick that made Reedfoot grimace.
"Keep him still," she grunted to Thistleshade, "or we'll have to do that again." She hurried over to the herb store and nosed through it. Stick, comfrey, cobweb, rush, stinging nettle — how do we not have any stinging nettle?
For a moment she stood stock still, paralyzed by what-if exactly like she'd always taught Winterpaw and Thymesprout not to be. Then she took a deep breath and picked up the herbs she did have, carrying them over to Silverstrike.
"We need more stinging nettle," she told Thistleshade as she began to chew up the comfrey into a poultice for Silverstrike's leg. "Find some cats to bring some back. Plenty of cats, including your brother, are going to need it. Make sure they get the stems and leaves specifically, the seeds won't do me any good unless that Sharptooth was secretly a deathberry."
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Post by SmugGull on May 28, 2019 1:38:13 GMT -5
"What?" Reedfoot squinted at Winterpaw for a long moment before his words registered properly. "Thyme, yes." Quailfang's going to be more herb than cat at this rate, she thought tiredly. "That works." She turned back to Silverstrike for the moment, applying the comfrey to Silverstrike's leg and sticking it in place with cobweb before she began to bind the broken limb with rush and the stick she'd brought. Winterpaw spoke again. "Eh - yes, good idea. Make sure they bring back what we need - and if you find any marigold, bring that too. Or comfrey," she added.
She glanced at Quailfang. Winterpaw's comforting words didn't seem to have reached him, he was still struggling feebly to reach his much-beloved nephew. "Make it a double-dose of thyme," she said tiredly, mentally cursing Sunstar's incompetence. "He needs it."
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Post by SmugGull on May 28, 2019 3:47:45 GMT -5
"Save it for those that need it," Reedfoot said, suppressing a yawn. What's the opposite of poppy seeds again? It wasn't important at the moment.
She finished binding Silverstrike's leg and padded over to Owlswoop. "Now, what's wrong with you?" she muttered, not really expecting an answer. She gave him a quick once-over, searching for any injuries, and came up with bruises, scratches, and a nasty dose of shock. "Winterpaw, pass me the thyme, would you?" she called, gritting her teeth against another yawn. When Sunstar was back on his feet, she was going to chew off his ear about why you shouldn't do dangerous things on the half-moon, when the medicine cats are out of camp.
For now, though, she had other problems. "And chamom - chamomile," yes, that's right, get your head back together, Reedfoot, "willow bark if we have any -" might be able to give that to Quailfang, must remember to check later "- and - Wildstar's eyes, don't tell me we're out of cobweb," she muttered. "Well, add it to the list." She waved her tail Winterpaw. "And then herb gathering. Take Foxbite and Windstep."
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