Brownface looked at Drizzlecloud and nodded. He had faith in the apprentice, but he was a little relieved to see the older medicine cat. He watched Drizzzlecloud go and get the comfrey. For a moment, he was confused as to what the medicine cat was asking him to do. Then as he realized, he felt his ears flush with embarrassment. “Oh. Here.” He lifted his muzzle up.
"Captain, you are a child of the universe. No less than a tree or a star, you deserve to be here. And whether or not it's clear to you, no doubt the universe is playing out as it should."
Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]
Just like her mentor, Springpaw couldn’t help but feel just as equally as amused by the entire situation, let alone feel empathetic for the young tom. The tom-cat quite literally had a bite-mark on his paw and he had no clear intention of it happening in the first place! Sprucepaw’s mixed emotions were practically flasked behind his naturally deadpan expression. How can such a feline make such little emotion with his facial expressions while also containing so much of it inside? It was bewildering to say the least, but also confusing all the way. Springpaw could tell that her words easily conflicted with the tom-cat, and she wasn’t quite sure if she should expel anything else in particular to help ease the tom-cat from any other second-hand embarrassment from the situation he was stuck in.
Thankfully, her smearing with the paste was soon finished, and now the bite was bound to not become infected anytime soon… or so Springpaw would hope. Hopefully this herb would kick in at some point and give the tom-cat the healing he required, hopefully making his small road to recovery much quicker than what it was going to be seen from their eyes alone. “Well, you should be finished with that now. Try to be careful about getting your paws bitten by anything else, Sprucepaw. You won’t be wanting anything too severe to come attack you at any given moment in time, you know. Hopefully you won’t have to worry with bitten paws any longer now that you know that little tactic.” She gave the other apprentice a lopsided grin before using her tail to call him off, giving out the fact that they were now finished with his little appointment.
━━━━━━━━┛ ✠ ┗━━━━━━━━ “No disrespect, ma'am, but there's a big difference between pushing yourself as hard as you can and just being reckless. And if being reckless is what gets rewarded around here, if that's what it means to be a Wonderbolt, then I don't want any part of it.”
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Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training] tw; removal of limb; amputation
Drizzlecloud’s voice was nothing but a whiplash of white-noise ringing in her ears. The calico’s vision running dizzy as nausea began to rush through her stomach and claw its way up her throat. Her breath began to turn shallow as her paws grew more sticky as blood seeped into the crimson-stained fur, making her movements relatively slow and stiff as she kept her paws compressed against the area. Her brain worked itself to listen to the words that escaped her mentor’s mouth, and all that climbed up her throat was a pitiful feeling of both her guilt and pent up frustration that she bore towards her father figure, Foxstep. Such decisions that he made couldn’t go unnoticed, and he needed to pay the price at some moment so that her cousins and whoever else was in the patrol could finally be at peace without his constant burdening among their shoulders. One of her forepaws moved, and a quick shiver ran down the calico's spine, her hackles instinctively raising as she felt a quick gush of blood ooze out from the severed flesh, her nausea rising as she felt her suspicions about the tail staying on slowly dwindle and decay, her paws keeping the pressure that her mentor had ordered her to do so.
Just as she moved her paws to try to staunch the blood flow from the main passage, a sickening noise echoed throughout her ears and it almost instinctively made her draw her paws away from the suddenly detached limb. The tail suddenly fell out. It. Fell. Out. It took every single urge within Springpaw’s system not to panic as she quickly used a forepaw to try to move the detached body part away from the area, panic rushing through her as her eyes flickered towards her mentor, pleading and begging her to hurry as the plan suddenly executed itself in a way that Springpaw did not want it to go. “Uh… D-Drizzlecloud! W-we… we got ourselves a problem!” Her voice shook as she stiffened, making her swallow thickly as she felt heavy bile claw up her throat, her body shaking uncontrollably against the unstoppable pressure of panic looming over her shoulders.
“T… t-the tail! It suddenly fell off! I… I-I was applying pressure… L-Like you wanted… then it fell!” The molly practically half-shouted, trying to keep her voice to a bare minimum as wobbly bloodied paws scrambled the limb towards the neared pile of moss, carefully wrapping it in preparation for it to be disposed of once they were finished with this brutal task. “W.. we still can help bandage up the remaining stump of the tail! Just… just let me put pressure over the stump while you get everything else.” Springpaw was trying her hardest not to freak out about the fact that her cousin's own tail practically fell while she was trying to keep enough pressure applied to the wound. She didn’t realize that it was that bad enough that it would just fall from the simplest of pressure!
━━━━━━━━┛ ✠ ┗━━━━━━━━ “No disrespect, ma'am, but there's a big difference between pushing yourself as hard as you can and just being reckless. And if being reckless is what gets rewarded around here, if that's what it means to be a Wonderbolt, then I don't want any part of it.”
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its so lonely here wheres the graffiti
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Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]
Thankfully, Drizzlecloud was already working on going to get a head of marigold for the severe bite along Lotuspaw’s back, the molly only feeling her blood boil just from the sight of the severed flesh on the area itself made Springpaw want to take a moment to just collect her thoughts before continuing it clean out the bacteria and blood to hopefully cast any sort of future effects into the severely damaged tissue. The area looked to be damaged to the point where it was going to show some gnarly scarring soon after it was healed, and Springpaw was already certain that it was going to be difficult to repair after Lotuspaw’s recovery—both physical and mental recovery. The calico stopped for a brief moment with her rubbing to see if the area was cleaned to the proximity for Drizzlecloud to put the paste onto the wound. In which, it didn’t take far too long as the calico expected for her mentor to gather the required item, given how low their storages were, to be frank. “Was there any cobwebs left that could be put over the bite wound soon after the paste is smeared on?” Springpaw questioned, moving herself in preparation to snag some in case there was any still left in the herb storage… which she hoped.
━━━━━━━━┛ ✠ ┗━━━━━━━━ “No disrespect, ma'am, but there's a big difference between pushing yourself as hard as you can and just being reckless. And if being reckless is what gets rewarded around here, if that's what it means to be a Wonderbolt, then I don't want any part of it.”
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The small kitten eyed the spot next to him in curiosity as mask man rolled his eyes dramatically enticing a giggle from the small brown tabby. I-im talking to masky of course he smiled brightly before turning his attention back towards the empty air next to him and muttering things under his breath.
@eris Soot’fall
Soot’fall stared at the small kitten in doubt. Is he alright in the head? he meowed hesitantly. The small kitten was basically talking to the air next to him as if chatting to a warrior or someone else.
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꧁༺ inside this place is warm, Outside it starts to pour ༻꧂
Drizzlecloud didn’t really know what she was expecting from this entire debacle. She knew how to deal with ear infections, broken limbs, hell, she even knew what to do when a queen died during kitting and not all of the kits had been born yet–but she didn’t know how to deal with amputation. Well, suppose that Starclan heard her inner prayers, because… Leafpaw’s tail just. Fell off. She was torn between a state of relief and pure panic–cause hey, at least she didn’t have to take it off herself, but also, Leafpaw’s tail just fell off from a bit of pressure.
For a second, she just kind of stood there with her jaw dropped open–and then she finally rushed into action when she heard Springpaw’s panicked words. “I’ll be fast! I promise, I’ll be fast!” The words spilled from her mouth as she whirled around, practically sprinting off to go and find something to patch up the wound with. Well, they didn’t have a whole lot of cobwebs left, so she had to make due. Snatching up a marigold in her jaws and beginning to chew it up, she swiped up a small wad of cobwebs. It probably wouldn’t be enough, but it was what they had. On her way back to her panicking apprentice and their tail-less patient, she paused to tear off a chunk of moss from one of their empty nests. It would just have to do.
Not saying a word as she returned, since she was much too focused on the task at hand, she kneaded at the cobwebs with her paws while she applied the marigold poultice to the chunk of moss that she had brought back. The cobwebs would have to be the actual wrapped bandage part, and the moss would have to soak up the blood–and hopefully stop it entirely. “Okay, move your paws for a second. As soon as we get her bandaged up, we have to apply more pressure to ensure that the bleeding stops. This is all that we have right now, so we have to make it work.”
Carefully nosing at Springpaw’s paws, she immediately pressed the moss to Leafpaw’s stump, wrapping it in place with the cobwebs that she had brought over with her. It would just have to do. She found herself thinking those words again and again. Once finished with wrapping up Leafpaw’s stump, she brought her paws up to where Springpaw’s paws had been before, applying pressure again. “Okay, more pressure.”
Oh, another visitor. They just seemed to keep coming, one after the other. She supposed it was nice that she didn’t have to smell blood with each visit, but sickness wasn’t too lovely of a scent, either. However, this patient came with no unpleasant scents whatsoever–Mousekit smelled of the nursery, and when she looked at sea, she could only note that sea was as playful as any other kitten.
She approached the kitten with a smile, crouching down into a loaf to be on the same level as the kitten. “Hello, Mousekit.” She greeted softly before shifting her attention to Bravesky, offering the warrior a quizzical look, similar to the one that her apprentice currently wore. There was no point in asking the same question that Springpaw already asked, so she simply stayed quiet.
Drizzlecloud curled her tail around Mushroomkit’s small body, offering him a bit of comfort until he began to feel okay. She really didn’t mind that he was feeling under the weather–he was under a lot of distress right now and she wanted to try and offer him some support. “It’s okay, kitto. You’ll be able to see both of them soon,” Although she had no clue who pretty cat was, surely he’d be able to see them soon, as well. “I’m so sorry that you’ve been ill, little one.”
Drizzlecloud smelled him before she heard him–she actually didn’t hear him at all. From where she sat, sitting deep within her den, she twisted around to peer at the den’s entrance–only to see that he wasn’t there. Odd. Perhaps he’s just passing by. She opened her jaws, inhaling sharply–it was definitely him, but now that she really took in his scent, she realized that something was off. His scent was accompanied by that of illness.
Springing to her feet, she darted to the mouth of her den to find Sparrowpelt, well, a big ol’ lump of fluff just outside, actually.
“Sparrowpelt–” She was quick to rush to his side, dropping down at his side to nose at his neck and gently nudge him, hoping to get him to his paws so that she could get him inside. “Here, lean on me–c’mon, I gotta get you inside… ‘m gonna take care of you, I promise… Ah-um, Springpaw!”
In all honesty? Yeah, she was kind of freaking out, just a little bit. She didn’t know how bad Sparrowpelt’s condition was, but by the looks of it… Pretty bad. Definitely one of the worse cases of poisoning–she just hoped that they could fix it. No, no–she was going to fix it. She was going to take care of him, she promised him that much.
Bravesky frowned as the headache started to annoy him, his ears listening to spiringpaw the best he can, he nodded slight"ok I never had a headache like thinefore it's rather annoying " he replied, rubbing his head for thirty seconds after he sat down.
Bravesky looked at the medicine cat apprentice and medicine cat, the tom lowered his ears slightly as mouskit was playing with a mossball" I don't know if it's normal for me to be worried about my kit thinking the moss all is a enemy " he replied to them as he looked to his kit
( Ok sorry if this is super sloppy but I don't have much catch on to this other than bring mousekit into the den so I'm very sorry about how sloppy my post is)) @something. @eris
( mention to whoever the owner is to mouskit )
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Bravesky frowned as the headache started to annoy him, his ears listening to spiringpaw the best he can, he nodded slight"ok I never had a headache like thinefore it's rather annoying " he replied, rubbing his head for thirty seconds after he sat down.
Bravesky looked at the medicine cat apprentice and medicine cat, the tom lowered his ears slightly as mouskit was playing with a mossball" I don't know if it's normal for me to be worried about my kit thinking the moss all is a enemy " he replied to them as he looked to his kit
( Ok sorry if this is super sloppy but I don't have much catch on to this other than bring mousekit into the den so I'm very sorry about how sloppy my post is)) @something. @eris
( mention to whoever the owner is to mouskit )
(that'd be me- srry 4 the user change-)
Mousekit heard sear name called and looked, sea saw that it was the med. cat, her app. and sear father sea paced over and said, "Hello there Drizzlecloud." the kit says as sea bows their head respectfully to Drizzlecloud, then sea looks at Springpaw and bows at her and says "Hello to you as well, Springpaw."
"Thou art unfit for any place but hell."~shakespear
Slime'Tuft is JuniperClan's medcat app. and has a semi-open den policy auction day! i cant believe it!
Desert Rain Frog hopped in! Blxze. lit this sig. *Lunastar* trampled this sig doing quadrobics. ~MothDust~ drew silli kittis here. leopard. brought her cats in here to destroy the place.
Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]
Thankfully, with all of their aid in healing, it had ultimately ended with Sparrowfur luckily getting her wounds all patched up and covered with a good portion of cobwebs. Good grief, the calico already felt tired and sore from helping enough cats today with getting their problems all situated with. As much as Springpaw liked doing her job, it can get a little bit over the top and quite frankly, very difficult for her to lay much focus towards a specific topic at hand if she was trying to focus on a particular subject or something similar in tone. With a heavy sigh that felt like it took away most of her focus, the calico couldn’t help but turn her attention towards the detail that had breathed off both of Sparrowfur and Sourpaw, her heart painfully twisting at the sight of their mentor-and-apprentice relationship. As much as the young healer hated to truly admit it, or even see it to an advantage, they both reminded her a lot of her former mentor before he left ThunderClan. It was relatively painful to look at the eye, but even so, the calico couldn’t help but feel a somber smile creep its way towards her lips. It probably wasn’t a good time to let a strand of emotion linger in her path, but she couldn’t help herself from feeling her lips curl upwards into that bittersweet feeling.
Could it be considered bittersweet? Most definitely. Rabbitchatter wasn’t a cat that Springpaw grew much thought to think about; not since the day he left ThunderClan without uttering a single word about his departure. It left a minor strain in her heart. A strain that never left but only grew more and more dull as time progressed. The strain itself felt more like thorns were breaking their way towards the sensitive surface of her timid emotions, breaking through the fragile barrier and breaking the barrier of balance between her emotions that kept her as a singular whole for so long. Her mind felt completely filled by the different memories of her past interactional experiences with the tom-cat that she almost felt like she broke away from the insights of reality just to focus on that moment of time itself. She had been younger. Naive. Curious. She still bore such descriptive traits to this living point, but she couldn’t help but feel herself feel more connected towards those traits than she ever was before. Her life wasn’t always the greatest as most cats would have liked. She raised her biological siblings like they were her own kits. She bore no proper boundaries to experience the proper way of being a child and letting herself be however she wanted to be. She was forced to mature at four moons old, and that alone wasn’t an easy task for the young feline to deal with.
She had her own complications. She was too cowardly and weak to handle the heavy duty of taking care of her siblings who were the same age as her. Alongside herself, they were victims of their own mother’s wrath as she treated each of them worse than dirt. Springpaw’s lips curled, her body resisting the impulsive urge of letting her claws slip and dig into the coarse soil. Her emotions rummaging through her like boiling ire within a metal pot as her blue hues locked with the darker atmosphere of the medicine den in front of her rather deadpanned state, her expression leveled into an empty shell as behind it bore a more fragile image of how she was truly feeling. Such things of her torn childhood were never mentioned to the ones she was close to. The only one in particular that knew of her biological mother’s rash tendencies was Dovefluff, and Springpaw felt a more emotional attachment with the russian blue mix than she ever did with that pathetic excuse of a mother. After so long of bearing no parent figure to look up upon, Dovefluff shockingly stepped in and stepped into the spotlight; taking over a sacred place in her heart that nobody else could ever conquer. Her lips curled up into a small, barely notable smile, the corners of her eyes welling up as she held herself back from letting any tears fall. Now wasn’t the right time, and now was the time to focus on the present.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Drizzlecloud suddenly spoke, breaking the calico out from her hazed mindset as she drew her attention back towards the situation at hand. Taking a moment to reflect upon the incidents that had just occurred, she finally took a moment to take in what was going on around her, and let her brain mingle with her mentor’s words after she had explained to both Yarrowcrest and Sparrowfur that they were going to be newfound parents. A sudden part of Springpaw cracked, and a flash of russet rushed through her mind, making her feel a more disappointed feeling towards the tom-cat that had irresponsibly caused all this wreckage. Every bit of her body ignored the pungent urge to bristle her hackles, she shoved an air-chilled breath down her throat and allowed herself to have a moment to breathe in the crowded area. One of the cats in here, Yarrowcrest, bore a close bond with the tom-cat that the young calico had grown mixed feelings for since the freakish event. She knew that the tom-cats had grown close to the point where they saw each other as father-and-son, and yet Springpaw couldn’t help but feel a twinge of both guilt and jealousy linger deep within her heart. The tom-cat had once been someone that the calico had looked up to and had seen as the iniral father that she never had… but now? She wasn’t quite sure how to feel. A part of her wants to forgive, but another still felt malicious about his negligence for his clan-mates. It was painfully confusing, to put at least.
Finally dragging her attention back towards the present moment of time, she cleared her throat as she grazed her eyes along each of the cats within the room, feeling words climb up her throat and restlessly slip as she bore no intention of drawing them away. “Well… I can see this as completed and I’m certain that Sparrowfur’s wounds will start closing in the next few days if they start healing properly as time passes by. Erm… congratulations, by the way, with kits on the way. I’m sure that you both will make wonderful parents with kits that will be just as unique as their parents are.” Springpaw gave the trio of felines a plantitive smile that she couldn’t help muster up with all the contrived emotions bottling deep within her system. She knew why it was there, and she felt guilty for it, but it wasn’t like she was going to verbally express herself about her compiled emotions towards Foxstep in front of a tom-cat who adored and cared for him like a son would. Her heart suddenly sank to the depths of her stomach from the singular thought of Foxstep as her own father, but she bore everything in her path to try to push those negative emotions away from the current special moment. The expectant parents didn’t need to see the young healer having a complete internal turmoil from her compiled emotions thrummeting through her system.
@something. @boo! @silverwynds @lem~ [ pretty sure after y’all post, this can be considered done I think! ]
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its so lonely here wheres the graffiti
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Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]
Tiring and daunting. That was how everyday was always seemingly turning out to be. Bags had been forming along the bottom of her eyelids, her structure slumped and her body practically heaving. Sleep deprivation has been becoming a lackluster activity by the passing days as the young healer had stayed up late for countless nights. Whenever she would dive in for the occupational chance of sleeping, it would always come along with a throwback and catch her off her paws. Each throwback would require someone growing sick in the middle of the night due to the poison, or her own consciousness heaving every time she tried to propel herself to a full night’s rest. Or, even if she did have a chance of knocking into a heap of slumber, it would always be the same nightmare that kept repeating itself over and over in a vengeful loophole that was bound to keep lodged in her brain from the moment it had formed. It could almost be considered what an acidic disease could be; something infectious and almost impossible to cure without any proper remedies. A heavy sigh drew past her frost-bitten lips, heavy eyes batting against the clouded haze that surrounded her wearing consciousness. Staying awake for long periods of time had become an absolute bane to deal with.
Not to mention the distant feeling of distortion that the calico had developed during the time of trying her hardest to dwell upon coincidentally ill patients and keeping her posture afloat for her clan to make herself look strong enough for such tasks. The distortion had felt like she had grown apart from the world of the living and was now relying on a smaller, less complicated version of the world that she had thrived to live in. It was rather sad to think about. She used to enjoy sleeping. She used to enjoy the feeling of seeping into the comforting crevices of her moss-bed and slowly slipping into a world of slumber. Now, her body was irrationally alert to different ranges of sounds and motion, causing her to resist the transition to sleep until late as possible, constantly procrastinating the inevitable until exhausted or panic of waking up exhausted in a few hours finally sets in and finally forces her to bed, where she would often toss or turn for thirty minutes or more with little amounts of sleep gained.
The simple thought of sleep made her shoulders sag and her chest heavy. Her body had grown to become feeling like a ragged doll that had been constantly smacked against the hard wooden walls of an twoleg home, only growing worse as it kept getting thrown and flailed around as if it were just something meant to be destroyed and not cherished by its owner. Springpaw dragged her blue gaze towards the darker areas of the medicine den, her eyes lingering towards the eerily still form of her mentor as she watched her scan throughout their slowly growing herb stockpiles with an intricate look in her jade-green eyes. The thought made the calico mentally wince, a heavy lump forming in the midst of her throat as her white-tipped tail whisked against the cold, frost-barren soil beneath her paws. The thought of teaching her mentor the herbs that she knew had drifted across her mind for a good while, and each time the opportunity came across for the duo to have a moment to finally cherish their experiences, it had always seemed to be something coming in the ways to always block their rare moments to have a proper apprentice-and-mentor moment.
A shadow drifted across the dim-lit entrance of the medicine den and her head quickly spun around to face the narrowed entrance, her brows furrowing as her sensitive nose was quick to detect a scent that had grown to become a symbol of trouble for both herself and her clan in the growing numbers of cats getting sick of the poison that kept getting into prey and causing cats to become critically sick and close to the brink of death. Illness. She already dealt with one sudden death of a clan-mate happening within the clearing, she didn’t need anymore than what was happening. So, with her legs wobbly beneath her, she quickly tries to shake off the exhaustion that prickled through her limbs. The cool feeling of the soil beneath her paws was enough to draft her brain apart from the exhaustion growing up at a rapid pace of where she was currently standing. With a deep intake of the air-chilled air into her lungs, she tentatively took a step forward…
Suddenly, the suddenness of the feeling of a body barreling against her side was more than enough to almost knock the breath out of her lungs as she stumbled, her limbs flailing as she quickly caught on to catch herself before she made any crude attempts at tripping against the coarse soil of the medicine den. Head whirling and body pounding, the molly hissed in a sharp breath of air as she forced herself back up onto all fours, almost entirely ignorant to the pulsing sensation of her muscles aching in contrast with her lack of sleep within her system. A horrible mixture it was, alongside the sudden warm feeling of some sort of liquid pooling out from the bottom of her paw-pads. Regaining her posture, Springpaw wearily lifted up a paw to notice that a bloodied flap of skin was torn, only to be prominent by the small stream of crimson blood that flowed down the severed skin and onto the dirt floor, seeping into the soil. Great, she managed to somehow cut her pad along the dirt and she had no clear indication of how it even happened in the first place. Biting back the annoyance bubbling in her throat, she carefully drew her barbed tongue across the bloodied area to soothe the pulsing sensation of pain that throbbed throughout the pale skin. What did she even trip on that caused the area to start gushing out blood anyways? Was there some sort of thorn she hadn’t noticed?
Oriental-shaped ears instinctively swerved upwards as she heard Drizzlecloud’s desperate pleas for her apprentices aid to help her bring Sparrowpelt inside the den, Springpaw’s head painfully jerking upwards as the metallic taste of blood stained her tongue alongside the painfully bitter mixture of bile rising in her throat. It didn’t take long for the calico herself to jump into action, shaking off the exhaustion that laced her body as she darted down towards the mouth of the medicine den, the scent of ill growing stronger as it practically lingered in her nostrils, burning and making a nauseous feeling crawl through her stomach and claw up her throat and into her taste-buds. Springpaw’s mind had to stop to work itself into thinking of how to exactly handle this situation. As for another part of her, she easily could feel herself slipping away from reality as she listened to the desperate pleas and cries that escaped her mentor’s maw, hearing the pure agony in her voice. Fury of her impotence boiled within her veins, her body tensing as she shook her head briefly, eyes narrowing as a shield of determination and concern flooded her gaze.
“Lean… him… into me… we… will see… what’s wrong… with him… after… he is… inside… the den!…” Springpaw explained, urgency lacing her rather meek tone of voice. She completely ignored the gurgling sound that her voice made from her speaking, but it was the only proper way to get her message to pull through. If she knew gestures and sign languages, she would have used those instead, but she was certain that her mentor wasn’t in the right state of mind to understand such gestures if she used them. With a pained hiss through clenched teeth, the calico darted her way towards the other side of the collapsed tom-cat and leaned her body weight into his own, using all the strength she could muster to lift him onto all four paws and bring him into the medicine den. Her bleeding paw throbbed against the agonizing pressure of supporting some cat's weight, but she tried her hardest to break her mindset away from those thoughts. Right now? Sparrowpelt needed her help and it only seemed that Drizzlecloud was going to need just as much help as he did.
━━━━━━━━┛ ✠ ┗━━━━━━━━ “No disrespect, ma'am, but there's a big difference between pushing yourself as hard as you can and just being reckless. And if being reckless is what gets rewarded around here, if that's what it means to be a Wonderbolt, then I don't want any part of it.”
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its so lonely here wheres the graffiti
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Re: ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den
