| Dapplebreeze |
72 Moons - WindClan Fury Lieutenant
Agatha Kitty - Active | Silver Tongue - Active | Killer Aptitude [Tier 3] - Inactive
Name:
Dapplebreeze
Gender & Pronouns:
Female | She/Her
Rank:
Fury Lieutenant
Injury Overview:
Scorched paw pads | Heat Exhaustion | Mild smoke damage to throat and lungs
Live/Die/Desired Outcome:
Live
Other:
Don't mind me making sure I remember what Dapplebreeze was avoiding the medicine cat for.
Paw pads throbbing as they scraped on the camp's arid soil, Dapplebreeze breathed with a mild level of ease for the first time once Hawkfur had been deposited inside the medicine cat's den by a private nest. She knew that the medicine cat had asked for everyone to stick outside so she could see their injuries better, but frankly she doubted there would be any problems seeing the tom's burns even inside her underground den. There was a small sense of urgency to her even as she coughed, desperately holding back a visible wince as she flinched from the action, her burnt paws taking more punishment as her throat suffered from the mild smoke damage she had taken in as well. While the fury respected and trusted the medicine cat, having had her own life saved by her once before, she couldn't help but feel a small bias towards Hawkfur's treatment coming before some of the others. A selfish notion, of course. One that she knew well stemmed from her fear of losing yet another family member to the flames. But there was nothing she could do about it other than close her eyes, ignore the pain, and wait.
The former queen, focused as she was on keeping her pain out of mind, of keeping the heat of the flames away from her as it stubbornly seemed to cling to her pelt - not wishing for the medicine cat to use any of her precious herbs on herself until the rest of her injured clanmates were tended to - missed his arrival. He spoke a singular word, but it caught her by surprise. She could usually sense him before he sat besides her, quiet as he usually was. Her nose must be more clogged up with smoke than she thought, and an attempt to take a deep breath ended in another small cough escaping her instead, forcing her to regain her composure as swiftly as possible. His gaze was studious, and she could only assume he was concerned in earnest. Batglare was not the type to waste his time with questioning another otherwise.
Opening her maw to speak, Dapplebreeze thought better about it, settling for a simple nod. She wished to elaborate. To talk about how worried she was for her darling bird's mate. For their deputy. For those whose breathing might be irrevocably damaged thanks to this horrendous event. To ask him the same question. To inspect him as thoroughly as he was inspecting her and fuss over his injuries if she found any.
But to open her mouth was dangerous just now. She might selfishly indulge instead in finally allowing the pain to win over, and her raw, charred pads would not be the end of her. This was nothing that time and rest wouldn't fix. Why... if she wasn't worried for Hawkfur's safety, she would no doubt be in the warriors' den already. Her lack of preventive measures taken were on no one but herself. She had chosen to prioritize the fire after her task in containing it had been done, refusing to run to the falls for a coat of water to protect herself. Her methods chosen to avoid any more flames bursting out and burning anyone else. Hawkfur had already been burned. Crowtooth had almost been the spark's victim. What if her little sapling had crumbled under the inferno next?
Dapplebreeze almost shuddered at the thought, knowing that if she were to be given the choice, she would do it all the same way again. If she had no regrets over her course of action, she could muster this pain for as long as it took to leave. And yet her need to ensure her current companion's well being tugged at her, no matter how much the act of moving - of doing anything, really - felt like talons piercing and searing the flesh from her pads, the throbbing seemingly never ending. Believing herself to be in enough control over her facial expressions after a moment of silence, she turned blue hues towards golden, tilting her head in query. It was a far cry from the questioning she would usually try and tone down for his sake, but it would have to suffice for now.
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Moonraven [Batglare]