[Neptune.]

 

Originally Posted by namen_roodles

FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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With the bloodied warrior on his back, Flintclaw moved as quickly as he could back to camp without dropping Mountaintalon. The otters had done quite the number on him. From what the dark tabby could tell, the other warrior was in grave condition. These river-rats had him furious. Not only had they attacked a patrol, but damn near killed a Thunderclan cat... Though it was too early to assume that Mountaintalon would survive.

"Wolfhawk!" Flintclaw called out as he entered the medicine cat den, making his way unbidden to the closest nest to start gently getting Mountaintalon down and into the soft bedding.

@dino. @Beaan

Hollowpaw
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189/200
11 moons || he/him || ThC medicine cat apprentice || Silk Spinner, Dream Walker, HkT1
brown, masked classic tabby w/ low white; titanite eyes

He might not be Wolfhawk, but Hollowpaw knows the scent of blood when it reaches him. He only briefly glances at the two cats before rushing into their herb storage and taking out some moss and marigold and rushing back over.

"Wha' 'append?" He manages to ask around his mouthful, immediately pressing moss to the worst of the bleeding and chewing up some of the marigold to use as a poultice. The neck and the stomach are the worst of it, but none of the wounds look very pretty. There will probably be plenty of scarring.

[ -2 marigold , -2 moss ]
[ @Beaan || @dino. ]

 

Originally Posted by Hex

Tigerpelt
ThunderClan Warrior ☙ 28 moons ☙ He/Him
"Roar your truth, even when the world tries to silence you."


Tags : @sturgeonwind ; Dragonflycliff , @Beaan ; Wolfhawk

Tigerpelt padded in quickly, Dragonflyclift still on his back, he walked straight towards Wolfhawk, and dipped his head. "D-dragonfly- her leg.." he paused catching his breath, clear panic in his eyes.

It's ugly, the sight that greets him as Hollowpaw looks up from his place next to Wolfhawk. Dragonflycliff could practically be described as nothing but shreds. There's one immediately concerning detail, though: the apparent missing limb.

He does not waste time collecting what they might need; moss, cobweb, marigold. They'll probably need something to dampen the shock too, but looking everything over, they don't have juniper or poppy. He scowls.

"Put her down, don't move her too much." He instructs harshly to Tigerpelt, pressing moss to the torn stump where a leg used to be and getting his white paws stained with red in the process. Furritively, he casts a glance over his shoulder at the senior medicine cat. "What do we do? When Redhawk lost her leg, was it just marigold? Poppy or juniper for shock?"

[ -2 moss ]
[ @/Beaan || @sturgeonwind ]