| Rani |
April 21st, 2021 12:14 AM |
Re: RiverClan Nursery
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Originally Posted by BILL.
(Post 962749)
It was like all the air had been sucked out of him. Lionstorm's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to inhale. Blood. Dead. Firehawk. One last piece of him, torn out and stomped on like his Father's throat. It was his fault. He should've-- could've-- stopped this. His heart continued to thud. Thud. Thud. Thudthudthud.
Voices around him were distant, a faint murmur like he was underwater and drowning. (He wished he was.) He couldn't make them out, it didn't change how badly he screwed up. His fault. Death. Blood soaked his paws. He was shaking and didn't know.
A voice broke through the surface. Who was it? Breathe. In. In. No. Out. In. Out. Out. No. In. Out. He was trying. it was hard. His ears were muddied by pulsating blood as he tried to follow the voice's instructions. Out. In. Out.
[ @Rani // didn't mention angelique and jackpot since lion is incapable of responding to heron and mantis ]
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It was strange working Lionstorm through this. Snakeheart wasnt a cat to give much care and emotional support but here he was doing just that and it felt more like healing.... Physical healing even if he didnt use any herbs though he was determined to give the older tom a couple of poppyseeds at some point to at least give him some calm seep given how little the warrior ever got that. It wasnt good, it wasnt healthy, and even if this reaction was understandable to the death it worried the medicine cat that this decline was a sign of a harsh life finally taking its price. This wasnt anything he could help with now though, not while the older tom was having such a rough time.
Being in his vision didnt seem to help and the warrior didnt even seem to feel the others around him touching him and trying to comfort him that way... Lionstorm was just too deep inside his own head, but the slow and steady walking through deep breathing seemed to break through the walls. Snakeheart continued his low constant speaking keeping everything spaced out to make sure the older tom would breath deep as he moved around the body of the elder to lay next to the golden tabby. Touch didnt seem to help sure, but the medicine cat settled close anyway trying to use his own (admittedly small) bulk as an offer of steadying warmth should Lionstorm lean. He'd talk until he was horse lingering in the fringes of the older toms vision until he was ready, no more no less unless he should ask for it.
It wasnt like Snakeheart could do much more right now. If there was a herb for grief or death the medicine cat just didnt know it. |
