[dino.]

 

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

Originally Posted by Neptune.

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. ]

The rush of the river. A cacophony of snarls. Searing rage. Then for a split second, nothing - until familiar voices floated into his ears again.

Mountaintalon shuddered awake and immediately regretted it. He shut his eyes against the offending light and grit his teeth. It felt like he'd been dragged down to the deepest pits of the Dark Forest and hurled right back out again. The pounding in his skull and the pulse of his wounds kept him from sitting up like he wanted to - his first attempt ended early as he slumped back down into the nest.

"Otters," he opted to hiss out instead. Who had brought him back? Sounded like a tom, but not one he'd interacted with enough to recognize the voice. "Damned beasts..."