The warrior met Echosongs teasing smile with one of their own, though it was much, much more forced. Not that they had to force a smile when they were around the silver molly, stars no. She was one of the few cats that were able to make them smile so easily with every encounter they had, and now was no exception. It was just...at some point they got so tired where smiling seemed unnecessary.
Almost without thinking they scooted a bit closer to the other warrior until their sides were touching, a small sigh leaving the huge cat. Shallowshiver wasnt often one for showing physical affection unpromted, they always preferred going about it in other ways. But now, for some reason that they had yet to figure out, the closer they were to Echosong the better. "...You're a good cat, you know" they spoke after a moment of silence, orange eyes peering through the darkness at the cat beside them.
They hummed lightly as she started speaking again, an understanding nod following. They definitely knew what she was feeling, that was for certain. Well, minus the two-leg part of course. Honestly they had almost forgotten about Echosongs kittypet past, but when they did remember it did nothing to change the way they saw the cat before them. She was smart, and strong, and brave, and considerate, and welcoming, and they werent sure they even deserved to call her a friend.
"A lot has been going on" they said simply, "Im tired, but theres always things to do before I can relax. I wont be able to sleep soundly if I pass up an opportunity to help the clan"
Fallowpaw sighed as he trekked through the territory, shaking dirt from his pelt. His eyelids were heavy from a lack of sleep. He was very well aware of what he had gotten himself into. In search of Muddyrose (he wanted to receive training) he may have gotten a little... sidetracked, to say at the least. However, when he'd entered the outskirts, it seemed that the ground opened up beneath him. Well, not literally. There was a large whole he'd so clumsily fallen into. Hopefully, Cindersky would accept him back into the clan... or whoever was handling rejoinings now. Last time the tom had checked, she and some other warriors were in charge of them - although she'd seemed the most entrusted within the clan. Maybe ThunderClan finally had their leadership settled.
"Cindersky?" Fallowpaw called awkwardly, glancing at his shredded paw. When he fell into the hole, it had been broken. I hate this. What if I won't be considered "normal" anymore? Plus, if he did get accepted back into the clan, he probably wouldn't even have a decent mentor! Muddyrose, at least, understood why he didn't socialize much. Not very many cats were like that.
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Robinflight sighed and limped into the med den he was still unhappy after what happened, " sundust are you in here" he says knowing he still bleeding and hurting, he limps another step and stops seeing what sundust has to say
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Sundust glanced up as he heard his name called, and a small gasp of shock escaped his maw as he saw Robinflight limp into the den. "Good StarClan, how did you do that?" He grabbed a wad of cobwebs, a few marigold leaves, and stick before hurrying over to tend to the other tom's wounds. "Rosepaw, can you grab a poppy seed? I'm going to have to set this leg," he called over his shoulder, as upon closer examination the leg appeared broken. It was always easier to set bones with an extra set of paws - one to hold the leg, and one to place the splint.
Right after the interaction with the mean raccoon Goosekit was brought into camp and pushed towards the medicine den. She wanted to do this by herself, so it seemed they would allow her to do so. "Sundust.", called Goosekit in a hushed voice. She was still crying a bit. She still didn't want to get in trouble when it was an accident. He was sure to tell the leader.
At the call of a quiet voice, Sundust turned to find a kit crouched inside his den, one with a few scratches. They didn't seem major, but they would certainly need to be looked at; the one on her shoulder might even need some marigold. "Hello there. It looks like you got yourself into some trouble, hm?" Sundust pulled out a small bundle of cobwebs and one marigold leaf, the returned to the kit. "I'm going to put this on your scratches, ok? The marigold might sting a little, but the cobwebs are just sticky." He had found that most kits liked it when they knew what was going to happen to their injuries rather than Sundust just patching them up without a word. The large medicine cat began chewing the leaf into a poultice. It seemed his initial assessment was correct, and the one on her shoulder would need something to keep it from getting infected.
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After making it back to camp, Jaystride quietly slunk into the medicine cat den and sank down. Having put off getting treated in favor of ensuring others went first, and prioritizing trying to help the Clan in other ways, he left his wounds in a prime position to become infected. Going on a hunt tonight had only showcased that, his shoulders bubbling with a combination of blood and goop.
At this point, he was too tired and worn from the pain to say anything. Sundust or Rosepaw could notice him whenever. he didn't care.
[ @Naiad or @Shade. / wounds are the same as his healing request, but his shoulders minimally have an infection. they're pretty torn up ]
Sundust was mildly surprised to see a cat flop to the ground in the medicine den, but not terribly so. There were too many warriors in ThunderClan who waited until they were physically collapsing to come request help. The curly-furred tom wrinkled his nose as he caught sight of the infected shoulders, and with a sigh went to fetch marigold and cobwebs from the herbs storage. Good StarClan, they really burned through those, didn't they?
"I suppose this is from the battle? I wish you had gotten it treated sooner." An infection was much easier to prevent than to treat, but there wasn't much to be done about it now. Sundust began dabbing the slashes with damp moss whilst he chewed the marigold into a paste, then began applying that to the wounds as well.
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Bushpaw sniffled, face heated from embarrassment. It had been a couple minutes of trying to breathe while attempting to explain while he was crying. After regaining breath and mind, he finally explained his stupid situation. “I- I’m so sorry. I missed my sisters’ ceremonies and I was feeling really guilty and I really shouldn’t of done it here-“ He sighed as he looked to the golden cat as he grabbed some marigold. “Thank you for helping me, I know you’re su-posed to- but still.” He nodded and then stayed quiet, just allowing himself to talk if Sundust were to respond.
Sundust returned with soaked moss, marigold, and cobwebs, and began cleaning out the scratches as Bushpaw spoke. Ah, so that's what the apprentice was feeling upset about. "You know I had sisters too?" Sundust kept his voice soft as he spoke. "One's been missing for moons, and the last I saw of the other one was at a gathering where she arrived with WindClan. You know the funny thing? I thought she had died when we were kits." It was truly bizarre that night, seeing the sister he had nearly forgotten for a brief moment, then never again. "I would never hold it against them for missing any of my ceremonies, and I hope they would not hold it against me for missing theirs. I'm sure your sisters aren't terribly upset about it, but if you feel guilty then perhaps you should speak with them." Sundust usually wasn't the best at giving advice, but sisters were a topic he was fairly well versed on.
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Limping her way into the den, Sparrowflight let a brief huff of frustration escape her jaws. Coming back from her meeting with Twilightstar, her paws had begun to burn with a vengeance. Each step shot sharp stabs of heat up her legs, and she had needed to pause every few foxlengths in order to gather the willpower to push through the pain and keep moving forward on her journey home.
"Sundust?" she called out quietly, hoping not to disturb anyone too much with her intrusion. "If you have a spare moment, could you... take a look at my paws?"
Taking another ginger step forward, the young molly visibly winced before settling onto her haunches with a muffled thump. Hopefully this was nothing serious, and she could continue on as her duties required.
Ah yes, another untreated injury from the RiverClan battle. Really, at this rate ThunderClan was going to have no marigold and a plethora of dying cats. Sundust padded over to inspect the wounds more carefully, and wrinkled his nose at what he found. "This is a nasty infection. You'll have to be off your feet for a few days, at least." How some cats let their injuries go so far, Sundust would never understand. He turned to the herb storage and pulled out some cobwebs, as well as the ever-declining marigold, then returned to the newly appointed deputy to begin treating the wounds.
The Warrior figured it was about time he went to get his wounds checked. Probably. Considering it still stung, his wounds still burned slightly. That and he didn't want...to get infected either. So with a huff, he pushed his way into the den, tail flicking behind him. "Hullo." he called.
If Sundust had fingers, he would have crossed them as he padded over to examine Spiderthroat's injuries. No infection, no infection.. Yes! Jackpot! The scratches were a little deep, but there was no trace of infection yet, thankfully. "I am honestly grateful you've come in before your scratches got infected," Sundust mewed as he turned to the herb storage, whiskers twitching with amusement. He returned with a single leaf of marigold and a small bundle of cobwebs, then got to work on treating the wounds.
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Turning his head at the sound of his name, he was awarded an apprentice. Joy filled his brown eyes. Passing on knowledge to the next generation of warriors was the highest honor in his mind. He smiled and nodded swiftly back at Cinderstar, mouthing, "Thanks for the compliment." The Thunderclan leader was quite the commander. Calm, intelligent, and most of all, she had the best interest of everyone at heart.
"Hello, Dapplepaw, I hope we enjoy these next few moons of training!" Blackjaw expected to grow close to the now apprentice, as he failed to with his first apprentice, Eggpaw.
A nasty infection... Off your feet for a few days...
Eyes widened in horror at the concept of being stuck in camp with absolutely NOTHING to do. She was... She couldn't do that! Who would run patrols??? Who would help Cinderstar if she needed assistance??? What about the inter-clan meeting???
"There... There's gotta be some way I could still do my duties around camp," Sparrowflight stammered out, thoroughly embarrassed at the state she'd worked herself into. "I can't just lie about... Please at least tell me that I'll be back to normal? This won't effect my running right???"
Oh stars, the more she thought about it the worse she felt. As each of her paws were treated, sharp stabs of heat spiked up her legs and she regretably was starting to believe Sundust when he had stated she'd need to be stuck in a nest. If her paws were covered in goop and cobwebs she couldn't really walk without dislodging them...
A hefty sigh escaped her jaws, as her ears drooped down at this realization. Stars above, this was going to be boring...
Robinflight was still wabbling not able to keep his balance for long, he sighed sad deeply as sundust came to attend the broken leg and the wounds" i don't suppose you got injured cats that have bleeding wounds that probably is infected, and a broken leg" he says with ears back and tail stretched down to the ground, he knew once he was gonna be out of the med den he would be confrosted by his older brother
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The sun beat down on the camp as Roosterflame skipped into the clearing from the Warrior’s den. He was very energetic this afternoon (he’d been taking a short power nap), and he was in the mood for a light snack before he went out to the territory for his usual walk.
To Roosterflame’s great surprise, when he arrived at the fresh-kill pile he saw that there was barely enough prey to grease a couple hungry kits’ chins, let alone feed the clan, or supply Roosterflame with a good snack. “Well, this just won’t do,” He exclaimed, looking around the camp for someone else who could share his outrage, “It’s summer! The clan shouldn’t be this low on food. This needs to be fixed.”
He looked about him once again, his tail straight up like a flag as he tried to scrape together a few of his clanmates to make a hunting patrol.
Although Roosterflame was only about twenty moons old, he could have a commanding presence when he wanted to, and right now, he wanted to.
He marched over to a small group of cats, a half smile on his face, “Do you want to help me feed the clan?” He asked.
(Looking for three or four other cats to go hunting!)
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➢ It was another day in ThunderClan and the sun was shining down onto the camp, bringing warmth and light to anyone who wanted it. The young calico feline stretched out their limbs as they enjoyed a nice patch of sunshine near a group of other clanmates. They wondered where Cloudyflight was right now. Something about sharing this with her sounded absolutely lovely. Brightpath uttered a sharp yawn as their green eyes flickered over to some tomcat remarking about how the clan needed more food. Was their clan really that low or was this fool just being dramatic? She didn’t know, but watched with a raise of an eyebrow as Roosterflame strolled over to some other cats, asking for their assistance in restocking the prey pile. Eh, why not? It’s not like the thin tortie had anything else to do. “I’ll go... if you'll have me,” He meowed as the newly-named warrior rolled onto his belly and stood up, stretching real quick and then taking a step closer to the other warrior. “It’s a perfect day for a hunt anyway. Many critters will be out enjoying the warmth.” Brightpath offered them a very slight smile, but nothing more, allowing their tail to swish behind them. Hopefully, some other warriors or even an apprentice will come to join them. The more the merrier.
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