A familiar, but panicked voice tickled his ears as Drizzlecloud made her appearance first. She was but a blur as she made her ways towards him. His head would turn to try and watch her, but spiral back towards the den as the world around him spun. He could feel the darkness of sleep caving in on him, but he was fighting it off the best he could. Instead, he kept his head up and closed his eyes so the world would pause. Perhaps this would buy him enough time. He could feel his paws growing wet from the salivation coming from his mouth, he felt so nauseous suddenly.
Pressure accompanied both his sides as the tom felt some of his weight lift off himself and into the shoulders of the medicine cats. Springpaw's scent grew strong so he could only assume she was the other body trying to support him. The best he could, the large tom stood to his wobbly feet and made his way into the den. He opened his yellow eyes for a brief moment to try and guide himself, but to no avail. It was easier to just let them guide him.
Once inside, assuming both the medicine cats took him to a nest, Sparrowpelt slumped back down. Another cramp struck his abdomen and made him curl. He clenched his jaw. "I- It hurts. . ." He breathed out.
Drizzlecloud quirked an eyebrow at Bravesky. To her knowledge, it was fairly normal for kits to play-fight with moss balls–they were young and just playing, that’s all. “Do you mean… Playing with the moss ball, or genuinely believing that the moss ball is some sort of violent force that can cause harm?” The question came from her slowly, as she was a little unsure if she was understanding the situation correctly or not.
Her gaze shifted down to the kit once again, offering sea a small smile when she noted just how polite sea was. “Oh, you have lovely manners, little one.” She couldn’t help but fawn over Mousekit for a moment, a purr rumbling quietly within her chest before she looked towards Bravesky and Springpaw once again.
Were there any cobwebs left in their storage? Well–uh, it didn’t really seem like it. Maybe if they gathered enough cobwebs from the literal corners of their den, there’d be enough, but by the looks of it there wouldn’t be enough to actually wrap up Lotuspaw’s wound. “I don’t think so. We might have to go and run out to grab a bit really fast while the other stays and makes sure that Lotuspaw stays stable.”
Drizzlecloud sighed as she quietly applied the poultice to Lotuspaw’s wounds, shaking her head–moreso to herself, because this situation was a dire one and they were running out of a lot of their herb supply right now. “Whoever stays should make sure that she doesn’t roll or move too much so the poultice stays where it is. I can run out and grab some cobwebs quickly, if you’d like.” In all honesty, Drizzlecloud just didn’t like the idea of sending Springpaw out on her own right now–so, judging by the way that she was already beginning to stand up, she was offering herself up to go.
Drizzlecloud tensed up slightly at the way that Sparrowfur whipped her head around to look at her–oops, was that a surprise that she wanted to tell him herself? Did she just spoil a big, life-changing surprise? Did she even know? Did she even want the kits? Did Sparrowfur hate her guts now? Her jaw dropped, an apology practically dripping from the tip of her tongue, but it never actually got out. Thankfully, she had just read Sparrowfur’s reaction completely wrong!
Instead, she dropped her head and sighed with relief at the molly’s excitement and joy. Watching the soon-to-be parents as they interacted, excitement coming off of them in waves, she couldn’t help but purr herself. She was happy for them. She and Springpaw–although they didn’t initially know it–not only saved a clanmate and a friend, but a family.
Ignoring the odd feeling bubbling within her own chest, she stood up, stepping closer to Springpaw. “Let’s give them some space.” She brushed her tail over her apprentice’s shoulder, purring as she passed by. “You did very well today, Springpaw.”I can’t wait to perform your medicine cat ceremony some day.
Drizzlecloud’s heart was pounding in her chest, she could practically hear it and she was surprised that nobody else could. She was scared, really scared. After Eveningdance… She was afraid that Sparrowpelt would have to suffer the same fate–no, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
Once he had slumped over in the moss bed that they brought him to, she slowly stepped around him, crouching down at his side with her tail curled over his back, gently nosing at the side of his neck. She wanted him to stay awake–they couldn’t afford for him to fall asleep yet. “Stay awake for me, okay? I know it hurts, honey…” She trailed off, lifting her head to peer down at his paws. By the looks of it, he had been salivating quite a bit–he was nauseous. “We need you to talk to us, okay? Just little things, no need for big sentences, just tell us what hurts… Is it just your stomach? Nausea and stomach pain?”
She’d be happy if he just told them in very short words what hurt. She really didn’t want him to exhaust himself by going into detail on what was going on, after all. Lifting her gaze to look at Springpaw, her eyes were wide with… Fear, yeah. Concern, fear, a bit of desperation. After what had happened with Eveningdance, she couldn’t stand watching another clanmate fall to this poison that those river snakes inflicted upon them–she couldn’t watch this happen to Sparrowpelt. She wouldn’t.
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"Of course it does" Nightgaze thought humbly at Drizzlecloud's reply, being a medicine cat must be tonnes of work! Just imagine having to heal dozens of cats everyday! And grumpy ones as well that must be terrible! Also not knowing if they had enough or the right herbs to heal a cat when they needed healing, that'd be stressful! So she was glad she wasn't one!
The she-cat's gaze moved to the herbs again as the medicine cat worked intrest stil shining in it like they had for most of her time here she was honestly just a curious cat but there was this saying "Curiosity killed the cat" hopefully that it didn't kill her though how could curiosity kill a cat? Oh wait...
Drizzlecloud's snapped her out of her deep thoughts and a smile instantly came back to her face as she was asked something. She just blinked absently at the medicine cat for a moment before realizing what she was asked "Oh! Yeah sure!" she purred brightly and stretched her leg out as far as she could flinching as sharp pain shot up it but mostly feeling embarrassed by her short episode of stupidity.
Not apologizing, no. Showing up to do so at...less than ideal hours. The half moon glinting through the night's overcast, stormy clouds was proof that either Foxstep had no concept of time, or he was some nocturnal fiend all along instead of a cat.
He certainly fooled himself if he wasn't a cat.
"Sparrowfur?" Foxstep mewed in greeting after slinking under the roots of the old tree. He let his eyes adjust to the new lighting, seeking out the form of his next victim. He shifted his paws and flexed his claws as he felt bubbling anxieties rise in his nerves, spiking his tail, much to his displeasure.
Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
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Well, at least the young calico didn’t have to wait for too long for her mentor to arrive to her aid in Brownface’s healing, in which the calico had currently been busy going towards the storage in locating a single leaf of burnet to use to help raise the tom-cat’s strength and hopefully help him from having any potential problems with losing his strength once more. It may have seemed like a rather obscure thing to think about, but Springpaw cares about her clan-mates; she cares for them as if a nursing queen would for her own kits. Either way, the calico didn’t pull much thought into that in the single moment, merely focused on her current task at getting to the storage and getting burnet so she could help with raising up Brownface strength and helping him muster with it to the best that he could. However, the strange plant caught dangling in her mentor’s jaws was quick to catch her eye, making the calico almost want to question the mysterious herb and its values. But, she was quick to shake off the thought with a flick of an ear, focusing attentively back towards her task at the moment.
Upon reaching the indented holes of the herb storage, the calico began to scrimmage through the herb stock in hopes of finding the familiar basal-shaped leaves of burnet of which could be used for helping bring up the tom-cat’s strength. Maybe if they had any ragweed, she could add bits of that to the mix to help raise Brownface’s immune system as well, but that would potentially be a little much, so she may as well stick to just using burnet. Once the calico spotted the herb, she carefully picked the tangy-tasting leaf up from the storage and began to trudge her way towards the small stream, where she was going to begin chewing the herb into a pulp so it could be used to help muster up Brownface’s strength. However, before she forgot, she quickly snagged a couple poppyseeds before she made her way towards the stream so that she could give those to the tom-cat as well in case he was dealing with worse than just weakness and fatigue. It would be double the price for what he needed, right?
While the calico worked on carefully chewing the herb into a pulp, she watched as Drizzlecloud worked the herbs along the burns that were among Brownface’s muzzle, puzzlement drawing along her face. Just what exactly was that herb that her mentor was using? It seemed to be definitely profitable and was definitely taking effect, but what exactly was it? With the questions practically fuming at her throat, the calico was bound to question her mentor after she finished chewing this piece of burnet into a pulp and mixed in the duo of poppyseeds with it. It was a definite next mission in mind, was it not? Upon finishing her chewing, Springpaw silently gagged against the bitter taste smeared against her tongue, gradually reminding herself that she hadn’t chewed up such a specific herb for quite a while. Either way, hopefully it was going to take effect. If it didn’t, then she would just have to try to find another way to get his strength to muster through trial and error she supposed.
“H… here… take… this… pulp…. It should… help raise… your strength… and… give you… an… immune system… boost… that’ll… help… you… recover…” Springpaw explained, carefully guiding the leaf of where the pulp was on in order for Brownface to take it, offering him a plentative smile before drifting her attention towards her mentor, her eyes setting on the herb that she brought out. “What… kind… of herb… is that… Drizzlecloud?… what does… it… do?…” The foreign curiosity of a young kit was quick to attach itself to Springpaw as she questioned the herb’s usage and how it worked. Maybe if her mentor asked, she could give a simple, yet effective explanation of burnet if she so desired since she grew curious of the mysterious herb that she used on Brownface.
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He's gotta stop doing this.
Not apologizing, no. Showing up to do so at...less than ideal hours. The half moon glinting through the night's overcast, stormy clouds was proof that either Foxstep had no concept of time, or he was some nocturnal fiend all along instead of a cat.
He certainly fooled himself if he wasn't a cat.
"Sparrowfur?" Foxstep mewed in greeting after slinking under the roots of the old tree. He let his eyes adjust to the new lighting, seeking out the form of his next victim. He shifted his paws and flexed his claws as he felt bubbling anxieties rise in his nerves, spiking his tail, much to his displeasure.
Sparrowfur - she/her - 19 moons
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"Alder- Er, Foxstep?" she whispered "a pleasant surprise." she smiled
To be completely honest Sparrowfur wasn't getting much sleep at the moment. Her leg still ached some and her headaches were getting a bit worse during the day, so she did most of her sleeping then. She hadn't really spoken to anyone but Yarrowcrest since she had started recovery, so it was nice to see a new face.
He first winced at the slip-up, misuse of his old name. That forgotten thing. Do people still use that? Or were they unused to his new one? Regardless, he found himself disliking the (harmless) mistake. He rarely broke clan tradition when it came to names - only ever to shorten some mouthful moniker when he would rather waste his breath on other things.
Foxstep then winced a second time at Sparrowfur's greeting. Pleasant? If this were a less solemn meeting, he'd scoff with sardony. No, it was unpleasant. But he was here now, and she was awake, so he might as well continue gracing the poor warrior with his rancid appearance. He ought to, anyway. She deserved an apology, though she shouldn't accept it.
"Are you healing well?" he opened quietly, care tossed to any slumbering cats spending the night as well.
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He first winced at the slip-up, misuse of his old name. That forgotten thing. Do people still use that? Or were they unused to his new one? Regardless, he found himself disliking the (harmless) mistake. He rarely broke clan tradition when it came to names - only ever to shorten some mouthful moniker when he would rather waste his breath on other things.
Foxstep then winced a second time at Sparrowfur's greeting. Pleasant? If this were a less solemn meeting, he'd scoff with sardony. No, it was unpleasant. But he was here now, and she was awake, so he might as well continue gracing the poor warrior with his rancid appearance. He ought to, anyway. She deserved an apology, though she shouldn't accept it.
"Are you healing well?" he opened quietly, care tossed to any slumbering cats spending the night as well.
Sparrowfur - she/her - 19 moons
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The dark molly nodded with a smile "Little by little, thank you for asking. Why don't you stay a while? Seems like neither of us are getting much sleep at this hour." she chuckled "What can I do you for?"
She had never really much talked to the former deputy much. She was a bit surprised when he had reached out to her for the patrol, she didn't really think she made herself memorable to the tom. Though, Yarrowcrest spoke of Foxstep often, they seemed close. Maybe Yarrowcrest had put in a good word for her, which seems very much like Yarrowcrest. Nevertheless, she had decided she quite liked Foxstep. Yarrowcrest did, and she trusted his judgement.
As it was. His shoulders twinged with subconscious sympathy, aching that little bit that never healed. Foxstep nodded, but it wasn't in acceptance of her offer. If it was one. He didn't think she wanted him to stay. His nod was only a simple gesture of his absent mind.
"I wanted to apologize," Foxstep admitted, though it wasn't a secret. He hoped not. He hoped Sparrowfur knew he lived with the truth of his actions, the realization his mistakes were their ruination. That he really was sorry that he'd been the one to hospitalize Yarrowcrest's beloved.
Picking her had felt like a good choice. She was reliable. Active. Strong, and a fighter. That didn't change the fact she was another piece of meat to a hungry fox, like the rest of them. And he couldn't take it back. Did he deserve to?
Ideally, he'd rather Sparrowfur forget he ever existed so that he could crawl into a hole and stay there forever, so he only disturbed the worms. That was very selfish of him, though. If she had to remember her pain, then he would stay so he could remember his. (if only he had never abandoned thunderclan in the first place.)
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As it was. His shoulders twinged with subconscious sympathy, aching that little bit that never healed. Foxstep nodded, but it wasn't in acceptance of her offer. If it was one. He didn't think she wanted him to stay. His nod was only a simple gesture of his absent mind.
"I wanted to apologize," Foxstep admitted, though it wasn't a secret. He hoped not. He hoped Sparrowfur knew he lived with the truth of his actions, the realization his mistakes were their ruination. That he really was sorry that he'd been the one to hospitalize Yarrowcrest's beloved.
Picking her had felt like a good choice. She was reliable. Active. Strong, and a fighter. That didn't change the fact she was another piece of meat to a hungry fox, like the rest of them. And he couldn't take it back. Did he deserve to?
Ideally, he'd rather Sparrowfur forget he ever existed so that he could crawl into a hole and stay there forever, so he only disturbed the worms. That was very selfish of him, though. If she had to remember her pain, then he would stay so he could remember his. (if only he had never abandoned thunderclan in the first place.)
Sparrowfur - she/her - 19 moons
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"What in Starclan do you have to- oh." Sparrowfur glanced at her leg "Hm. I guess there is that. But I don't think that's necessarily your fault."
She had never even once attached any blame to Foxstep about her injuries. A small part of her was a little bit proud of her scars. It was a sign of toughness, loyalty to your clan. Though she knew trying to explain that to the tom was going to be like trying to sway a boulders opinion. Sparrowfur found that most toms were like that.
"I don't blame you, but I accept your apology anyways. Though, I fear I may have to apologize to you!" she chuckles "It probably wasn't the greatest idea to jump onto that fox.." she shrugged sheepishly "Guess I'm still a wild apprentice at heart."
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