
October 4th, 2023, 07:36 PM
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✩☾✩ Goddess of the Moon ✩☽✩
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Re: ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den
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Drizzlecloud
Thunderclan
She/her
…And then they had yet another visitor. One who reeked of foxes and blood. Well, three visitors, actually–but you get the point. Her usually calm expression was overthrown by that of rage, an emotion that she rarely ever expressed outwardly– what had Alderstep been thinking? Had this patrol gone well at all? Where even WAS he? If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve stormed out of the den to go and lay into him… But Bumblestar had probably already done that, and additionally, Alderstep probably felt awful about this whole situation already.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she scooped up a wad of moss with one of her paws, noting what Springpaw had told her. She was quick with her motions before she was rushing over to the trio, gently urging Sourpaw a few steps away so that she could assess the damage. The sight made her gawk, her throat closing up for a moment–or maybe it was Yarrowcrest’s undying concern for his mate that was making her feel all emotional. It was nice to see love like that. Whatever, not the point.
“Sourpaw, kiddo? It’ll be okay, we’ll get her all fixed up, I promise. Could you take a step back, maybe two, just to give us a bit of space?” She asked, voice gentle and reassuring to the frightened apprentice. “Mark my words, okay? We’ll fix her.”
[ @ eris @ the.lemon.witch @ boo! @ spookywynds sorry this response is like.. Really bad. Can I get a description of Sparrow’s wounds? I couldn’t find the form for it anywhere ]
The voice of Spiderthroat caught her attention–well, that, and the overwhelming scent of blood and foxes that she had become so accustomed to today. Her nose scrunched up in slight distaste at the scent, but she batted away at the thought before her face returned to it’s usual neutral expression. “Coming,”
The sight that awaited her was.. Something, that’s for sure. Stars above, did everyone get absolutely mauled during these patrols? “Put them down in some moss beds for me, would you? You can settle down somewhere too, but I’m going to tend to them first–”
She was already darting off to grab some supplies before she could wait and see if Spiderthroat would do as advised. There was no point–he had already carried them all the way back home, so of course he’d put them down in moss beds, she knew that much. As she scrounged up a wad of moss, two heads of marigold, some cobwebs and a poppy-head, she came bumbling back towards the trio. Dropping her supplies, her gaze darted towards Spiderthroat.
“You know how to take care of business, yeah?” A rhetorical question. “I’m gonna work on Rainfall first, please, try to stop or at least minimize Mudhound’s bleeding. You can use some of the cobwebs I’ve hauled out here, or you can go and grab some more from the storage–please, Spiderthroat.”
[ @ Caspian @ Rani @ Starfall ]
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[Art By @/Caspian]
SourPaw
She/Her - Trans MtF - Lesbian - 9 Moons - A small pale long furred cream she-cat with yellow eyes and a white heart spot on her cheek
The cream apprentice took two, albeit very decently small, steps back. She didn't wanna get in anybody's way but she felt so useless. She wanted to help, not just sit around and wait to see if her mentor was gonna die or not!
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