[Charmer]

Originally Posted by blue jellie

No worries! I wondered where you'd went, haha!
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Ambercloud gave no sign that she'd heard. As the medicine cat had said, her consciousness escaping her grasp as it fleed the venom like a mouse fleeing a hunter. The moment she snagged it, the molly was awake, but a split second later, it had escaped again. Who knew how long it would go on. Even with her mind neutral, random seizures rocketed her body into action. The scarier part was that there were fewer and less frequent then usual. Was her body giving up and her soul leaving it too? That's what it felt like. Well- not fhat she could feel anything. Between spurts of Ambercloud's catches she managed to gasp out over a period of time: "Thistlepaw.. Thistlepaw.. were you.. were you bitten?" Her new apprentice sounded fine when he spoke, but Amber was delusional. Maybe her brain was playing tricks on her again. For all she knew, Surgestorm might not of even been on the meadow next to her. Someone shoved the tansy into her mouth, though, and as far as she knew, Thistle had no training in the art of medicine. But maybe that was just an illusion as well.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

Ambercloud was so sick of hearing her subconscious repeat that word. For once she'd like something to be certain. Because right now, it didn't really look like she was going to make it. Her body was giving up. Her strength was already depleted. Her mind was jumbled and pieces seemed to be missing from the splitting headache StarClan had ever so kindly gifted to the she-cat.
StarClan. Why would the Clans' ancestors do this to her? She was so young! Who would Thistlepaw be given to when she died-
No! The dappled tortoiseshell pictured all of her friends and family and then her apprentice and began fighting against the poison with all she had left. Was it enough? Only time would tell. Though, time seemed to be turning his back on her. A voice, warm and soft, shone like a light through the fuzz in Amber's screwed-up mind-
"May luck, ever present, turn her back on my foe."
Ambercloud's brain screamed, Mom! Up in StarClan her mother was rooting for her; that she knew like the front of her own black-and-ginger paw. But that saying.. it was so heart-achingly familiar that it gave the she-cat more energy, however so small, and she stopped leaving her consciousness. Nope- the molly had caught it for good this time! Still she was dying, and more pain wasn't exactly a good thing (she was recieving it from holding her mind in place) but now she had a new hope. Luck wasn't much, but she was always known for luck.

So the tortie grasped her conscious with a firm paw and it seemed to whisper, give me your best shot.

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Long posts ruuuuuule xD my fingers hurt

No worries! I'm glad you're back.

@Zero to Hero

Thistlepaw nodded at the medicine cat. In the medicine den, he'd have access to all his healing herbs. The sooner they could get his mentor there, the better her chances. "I can help get her on your back," the apprentice offered. He would have carried Ambercloud himself, but he knew the reality was that he was simply too small for that. Starclan, why am I so useless! He heard mentor calling out for him in her fever asking if he'd been bit. "No, Ambercloud, I'm just fine. You saved me. Now hang in there. We're going to get you home," he meowed to the shecat soothingly.