The warrior quickly placed Dragonflycliff down, sliding her off his shoulders gently then quickly backed away. "Shall I go or-?" He asked the medicine apprentice.
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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.
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.
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..."
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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.
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..."
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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[Before the 1st battle patrol]
Flintclaw was about to answer the medicine cat, but it sounded like Mountaintalon was coming to. "Batmist's patrol of Smallpines. We chased some of the otters off to get him back here." He told the medicine cat apprentice, trying to keep it fairly short and quick. Useless information... not much of what Flintclaw knew about the situation could help. He just seethed as he looked at Mountaintalon's injuries.
Then pale eyes turned to Hollowpaw. "Is there anything you need me to help with?" He asked. He would rather not stay in the apprentice's way. He hardly understood the basics of first aid, but he was plenty strong enough to move the large tom if the apprentice needed help.
Vaguely, Hollowpaw registers Wolfhawk calling over helpers, but he pays it little mind as Bumblestar's condition - and that of everyone else who did the stupid thing of fighting otters - is all he is allowed to focus on at the moment. Treatment plans rush through him, marigold, comfrey, poppy, juniper... and likely plenty more where all that came from. Gently, the leader's limp form is laid down in a nest closer to the back of the den - away from prying eyes and with immediate access to the herb storage.
"Reddove," he calls to one of the warriors Wolfhawk had called on for help, "Chew these," and he shoves some marigold in the warrior's direction, his attention on the deep gashes marring the leader's shoulders. He's concerned by those, by the white he sees peeking through the bloody gore of her muscles. That looks like it hurts a lot and Hollowpaw cringes internally. He doesn't really have a plan going into this, but he has common sense and an eye for details that might help him through. "Spit the chewed up marigold onto this moss," he says, and then does the same with marigold and moss of his own, before applying the poultice-coated moss to one of Bumblestar's shoulders, securing it in place with some cobweb. He indicates Reddove should give him his own marigold-poultice-moss, and, once that's done, he puts it on the other shoulder, securing it in place with sticky cobwebs of its own.
He wavers slightly. There's some smaller gashes, but Bumblestar's paws are bloody too, and some of her claws look torn. He isn't even sure he treated her shoulders right, he'd just thought to keep them from getting infected.... what should they do now? Poppy or juniper for pain and shock? Or should he have done that first...
"Wolfh- Wolfhawk what's next..?" The stumble is out of character for him. Usually he would be confident in his actions but he feels unable to be quite so sure of himself here. Instinctively, he looks to the senior medicine cat for guidance.
Tigerpelt
ThunderClan Warrior ☙ 28 moons ☙ He/Him "Roar your truth, even when the world tries to silence you." Tags: @Neptune. ; Hollowpaw
Tigerpelt padded into the den, now limping on his left paw, where the shoulder had been hurting from the attack earlier. His eyes gazed around for a moment before spotting Hollowpaw. The med's apprentice. "Hollow? I was told to come see you for my injuries," the warrior spoke, his voice gruffy, almost lower than normal.
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art by @/snowflake. Ravenfire-She/Her
14 Moons PURRKS
Dreamwalker-Inactive
Shadow Fiend-Inactive
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It took a second to get moving again, but she managed to drag herself, with Flintclaw, into the medicine den.
She was realizing he was much more likely to die than she was without attention.
The grey tabby should probably go first.
So, with some of her little remaining strength, she goes to shove him ahead of her a bit, just so he'll be in front.
Her blood loss can manage for a few moments longer.
Probably.
Not like she's wobbling or anything.
@namen_roodles
@Neptune.
[Raven's intention: lightly push a cat ahead of her
What Raven did: Knocked a cat over]
art by @/snowflake. Ravenfire-She/Her
14 Moons PURRKS
Dreamwalker-Inactive
Shadow Fiend-Inactive
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It took a second to get moving again, but she managed to drag herself, with Flintclaw, into the medicine den.
She was realizing he was much more likely to die than she was without attention.
The grey tabby should probably go first.
So, with some of her little remaining strength, she goes to shove him ahead of her a bit, just so he'll be in front.
Her blood loss can manage for a few moments longer.
Probably.
Not like she's wobbling or anything.
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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It was a blur of motion in the clearing for a moment. Hollowpaw and Wolfhawk shouting. Some kind of kit fight? He was vaguely aware of Rosepaw, along with some others, bringing herbs to the medicine cats. Then Rosepaw's voice was shouting about something not long after. He couldn't tell what. There was a lot of shouting and crying. Everything was blurry. Everything was cold and going numb except for his damned chest.
Ravenfire had started moving again, so he followed suit, not interested in losing the only thing holding him upright. He felt... nauseous? Vision darkening... He blinked a few times, an act that only momentarily brought focus back to his vision as the pair stepped into the medicine cat den. He felt uncomfortably cold. His mind had difficulty keeping track of everything going on. There was movement around him.
The tabby wasn't quite sure why he fell. He had been leaning against Ravenfire, he was sure of it. They were walking in together, right? Then there was pressure from her and-
A snarl escaped him when pain lit anew in his chest. It didn't really matter what had happened. Had Ravenfire collapsed, too? Without his anchor, the world started to spin, even with him already on the ground. Everything was far too blurry. He was far too cold. The pain was unbearable. His strength to stand back up had left his limbs.
Flintclaw had made it back to camp... He suddenly wasn't sure he'd make it through the night.
Vaguely, Hollowpaw registers Wolfhawk calling over helpers, but he pays it little mind as Bumblestar's condition - and that of everyone else who did the stupid thing of fighting otters - is all he is allowed to focus on at the moment. Treatment plans rush through him, marigold, comfrey, poppy, juniper... and likely plenty more where all that came from. Gently, the leader's limp form is laid down in a nest closer to the back of the den - away from prying eyes and with immediate access to the herb storage.
"Reddove," he calls to one of the warriors Wolfhawk had called on for help, "Chew these," and he shoves some marigold in the warrior's direction, his attention on the deep gashes marring the leader's shoulders. He's concerned by those, by the white he sees peeking through the bloody gore of her muscles. That looks like it hurts a lot and Hollowpaw cringes internally. He doesn't really have a plan going into this, but he has common sense and an eye for details that might help him through. "Spit the chewed up marigold onto this moss," he says, and then does the same with marigold and moss of his own, before applying the poultice-coated moss to one of Bumblestar's shoulders, securing it in place with some cobweb. He indicates Reddove should give him his own marigold-poultice-moss, and, once that's done, he puts it on the other shoulder, securing it in place with sticky cobwebs of its own.
He wavers slightly. There's some smaller gashes, but Bumblestar's paws are bloody too, and some of her claws look torn. He isn't even sure he treated her shoulders right, he'd just thought to keep them from getting infected.... what should they do now? Poppy or juniper for pain and shock? Or should he have done that first...
"Wolfh- Wolfhawk what's next..?" The stumble is out of character for him. Usually he would be confident in his actions but he feels unable to be quite so sure of himself here. Instinctively, he looks to the senior medicine cat for guidance.
Reddove
He, Him\Warrior\24 moons\Thunderclan
"Just believe in myself won't rely on others."
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Herbs.
He should've expected that. But it didn't make him any less upset.
Reddove never liked the taste of herbs, the smell of herbs. Did he mention the smell? He didn't like the smell. Their healing properties, however, intrigued him. There was something honest about nature and it's wonders, something you couldn't get from anycat. Which is why he preferred it to... Well, anycat. The trees could talk, but they didn't run him over with useless speech. It's not that Reddove didn't enjoy pleasantries, he just had too much on his mind to worry about etiquette or all that jazz.
His job sure would be easier if life would be more predictable. But he knew he wouldn't really like that, not truly. Reddove carefully picked up the herb and chewed it vigorously, his face knotting into an expression of pure disgust. Yes it was that terrible, no he wasn't exaggerating. Reddove wasn't ever one for stretching the truth, let alone sarcasm, so he truly meant what he felt and what he said, most times he was even blunt.
But he chewed regardless. There were cats to care for, he'd chew ten of these if that meant saving his clanmates. It's all he lived for after all, his own desires weren't forgotten but pushed aside for a better cause. That didn't stop him from making faces though.
He spits up the herb sooner or later, making sure every last bit of the pulp escapes him, pushing the moss holding the pulp to the apprentice, eyes stony and unreadable. He then blinked, his expression it's natural frown as he awaited whatever further instructions came to him, blue eyes briefly flicking to the cats around him.
Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3
Deposited in a nest in the medicine cats den by Sprucejumper, and once again Mudhound lost time not quiet sure how he got them there, the tripod trembled, the cold of bloodloss, shock, and their soaked fur and lungs properly setting in with adrenaline gone. Quackpaw and Sprucejumpers warm bodies, sticking around until Wolfhawk or Hollowpaw were free to see to Mudhound, helped, and the tripod forced themself to stay awake for their apprentices until then.
Not that they'd be any help in explaining what needed doing. Everything felt like pain, hornet unable to differentiate from urgent injury and ache, and with their jaw and the constant wet hacking and gagging of the lingering water in their lungs speech was a distant dream.
But drifting off felt unacceptable, gold eyes fixed across then den on their sisters limp fur. So Quackpaw would be used as a heated cuddle pad and Sprucejumper would no doubt stand guard until the most urgent cases were stable and it was Mudhound turn.
@Neptune. @Beaan (feel free to boot @Alchemist Kitsune and @Minku when you'd like theyre just here to keep muddy calm/warm until theyre out)
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Was it the panic? The fear? Whatever it was, it made the run to the medicine den felt like an eternity. Time was ticking, faster and faster, but Haze felt as if he was fighting a storm. At last, the russet bengal burst into the den, gasping, “Hollowpaw, Wolfhawk. Warrior den, NOW.”
“There’s no time to waste, Firebloom is bleeding from a deep wound to the neck.” Haze spoke between trembling gasps of air, as clearly as his worried self would allow him to. Hopefully this gave the medics enough information to bring the things they need.
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