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Apr 25, 2019 18:37:02 GMT -5
Post by wildcharm on Apr 25, 2019 18:37:02 GMT -5
He lashed his tail violently from side to side he returned her glare with equal venom. The tom didn’t risk his neck and re-injure his leg just to have her die from an infection. As soon as she reared back Longshadow got himself back up to his paws. He was carefully watching the apprentice shrinking back and cowering and the irate warrior looking ready to shred his ears for putting cobwebs on her wound either way. Standing stiffly he prepared to get in between the two fo them, or to pull Tawnyface away if he had to.
After a moment though Tawnyface seemed to back down if only slightly. Grumbling something under his breath Longshadow sat himself back down with a heavy grunt. Despite the deescalation of the situation he still was keeping his eye on Tawnyface. Now it was his turn to pressure her into getting the care she needed.
The queen paused when she caught Tawnyface’s sudden movement out of the corner of her eye. Snapping her head up briefly she looked this way and that her heard in throat as she thought another fox or some other danger. When her eyes settled on Tawnyface and realized what was actually going on she had to calm her quick beating heart. Flicking her tail uncertainly she looked away turning her attention back to her kits. Taking several quiet moments she slowly finished patching her kits up with the remaining cobwebs. Once she was done she forced herself to smile down to her kits. “It’s time to go home alright?” She mewed to Ebonykit and Cinderkit starting to slowly rise herself up rather stiffly.
The sight of Redsky and Dogclaw torn up like they were even rattled the apprentice. Mousepaw tore his eyes away from the brutally injured cats to look towards Leafpaw. Nodding to her suggestion he stepped away to move from the entrance of the den. It didn’t take make much convincing to get the tom to step away from the den. His ears went back against his head as the rain was coming down in full force. “Any ideas where to go?” He asked looking at the various dens. He doubted there were going to be many Riverclan cats that wanted them sharing a den with them.
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Apr 28, 2019 5:43:42 GMT -5
Post by Shadowstartheleader on Apr 28, 2019 5:43:42 GMT -5
Shadowpaw's heart was pounding as Tawnyface approached him and finally let the situation go without something unfortunate occurring. His heart took a long minute to calm itself down as he had seen a flash of their past interactions in the camp or at least interactions he had been in with her observing with that wicked smile that all of the Shadowclan warriors seemed to have.
Though his heart hadn't started calming down yet, he immediately started sticking the cobwebs on the warrior who still was staring down at him with a debilitating stare that was building a cold sweat on the back of his neck the more he worked to put the shielding cobwebs on.
His brief time with Lilyheart in Shadowclan that was often cut off by harassing warriors that the medicine cat was powerless to stop meant that at the very least he had these basic skills--patching up wounds for one. He had patched up his own scratches once with cobwebs only to return to have them torn off and be punished for wasting resources. Drifting into his mind as he absently applied the cobwebs and caused annoyed grunts from the warrior in front of him, he briefly wondered how Windclan would look at it if he used resources without asking. Certainly, they wouldn't react as badly, but were they strict?
It was a tangential thought and as he finished pressing cobwebs to the warrior, making an unappealing yet functional layer over the largest wound, he saw Tawnyface's eyebrows raise as she awkwardly craned her neck down to glance at the wound, then back at him. "Maybe you weren't meant to be a warrior," She huffed, turning away and stepping back towards Longshadow. Shadowpaw didn't know how to feel about that, whether it was a denigrating comment about his role in the world, or a compliment for a patch-job well done. For now, he decided it meant nothing. With Tawnyface, he didn't know anything anymore.
Leafpaw stepped out of the den a little shaky and as Mousepaw asked her where to go she didn't even seem to hear them. "First Hawktail. And Snowpaw. And then Ravenfang. And now Dogclaw and Redsky..." She took a couple shaky steps towards the entrance of the den, feeling a new cold chill running down her spine as the wetness kept coursing down her back. "When is it going to end?"
Ebonykit whimpered as their mother forced a smile that he knew was purely on the surface and told them that now was the moment to get up and make their way to the camp. Sniffling once again he forced himself up onto his paws, shaking a little and not wanting to step away from his mother. He glanced around them and saw that Tawnyface now seemed to have some cobwebs on her, helped by one of their other Shadowclan runaways. He tried to steel himself for more walking as he saw that they were all getting up as well.
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Apr 28, 2019 10:22:04 GMT -5
Post by wildcharm on Apr 28, 2019 10:22:04 GMT -5
Longshadow watched the apprentice as he absently placed the cobwebs on the worst of her wounds. He kept his eye on Tawnyface from out of the corner of his eye as she grunted and grumbled as he continued. While he didn’t think Tawnyface would try anything now, they were are all wounded and utterly miserable at this point. His pelt was so soaked at this point he hardly noticed any difference in the rain coming down. He was a little surprised seeing that Shadowpaw was pretty proficient at placing cobwebs. He shook his head a little supposing it made sense on some level on account of where he’d come from.
Longshadow flicked his ears towards the queen, her voice almost completely lost to the wind. Nodding his head he slowly braced himself to get back up to his paws again. His leg had become somewhat stiff from being out here for far longer than was probably good for him. He waited until Tawnyface had started towards him to actually get back up his paws. Huffing a little to himself he looked over the she-cat. “Sometimes you make a porcupine look less prickly by comparison.” The senior warrior commented, having heard the Shadowclan she-cat’s...compliment? He couldn’t say he expected any different at the this point.
The old tom’s attempt to get back up was neither graceful or timely. Longshadow finally got himself up to paws wincing as he did so. He waited for the queen to gather up her kits before he followed them back across the moor falling to the back to let Speckleflower lead the way.
Speckleflower could only force herself to smile for so long. She kept it up long enough to help coax her kits up. Cinderkit took a bit more convincing to stop his crying enough. The she-cat sighed softly to herself, doing her best to pick herself back up as they slowly started the walk towards camp. Her kits were practically stuck her side the entire way home. Her heart wrenched a little. She shouldn’t have left them. Her kits needed her and she left them. She opened her mouth to try and give some words of encouragement to her struggling kits but, her voice faltered and she was left just anxiously watching them to make sure they made it back, everything happening in a blur. The gravity of the situation weighing heavily on her. Despite how slow the march back to camp was she could make out the camp barrier in the distance.
Mousepaw frowned when he didn’t get an answer to his question. If she wanted to have a moment of contemplation that was fine but, he’d prefer if she waited until they found somewhere dry first. Sighing he shook his head lightly thinking of the various cats they’d lost or were hurt in what had happened. He looked her straight in the eyes. “When Shadowclan is brought down...that’s the only way this will end.” Mousepaw mewed with steady conviction in his voice.
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Apr 28, 2019 17:52:14 GMT -5
Post by Shadowstartheleader on Apr 28, 2019 17:52:14 GMT -5
Shadowpaw breathed a quiet sigh as Longshadow made a comment about what Tawnyface had said, at least feeling an indirect type of support that he didn't have in his....interaction with the she-cat. He had been scared by her in those moments, fearing they were about to be taken to where they had been moons ago, but the she-cat had stepped back and demonstrated some type of different attitude that he wasn't used to. Still, he didn't really feel 'better' persay until the senior warrior pointed out how prickly she had been with him.
Tawnyface's eyebrows twitched and she gave a frown as Longshadow commented on her conduct, feeling that she had treated him better than she had at any moment before, and yet still he criticized the way she did so. Feeling unsatisfied with his comment, she swallowed her dignity for only a moment to turn and make sure the kits were coming towards the camp. She could speak with Longshadow when they returned...privately.
Shadowpaw turned towards the kittens and Speckleflower, approaching with an uncertain look on his face. "I...should I s-search for more cobweb, or go tell someone in camp, or d...I..." He gulped, awkwardly unable to construct a full sentence as he approached the distraught mother and her injured kittens. He wanted to do something to make this all better but it seemed like they were all...well...stricken, and lost.
"Just...we'll be there soon!" Tawnyface snapped at Shadowpaw as he finished his stuttering, some of her own anger at what Longshadow had said to her coming out and jabbing its way towards the apprentice. She stomped off towards the camp, leading the way for the rest as Shadowpaw, looking once again dejected and trodden upon, following along with a hung head and slumped shoulders. The cat certainly seemed to fit the word 'fragile' in this moment.
When they had traveled back, approaching the camp while periodically having to turn about and await the kittens who were traveling at about the same pace as the injured elder cat. Finally the journey back was drawing to a close and she maintained herself around the entrance to allow the rest of the cats to enter the camp before the rest could. Her gaze still averted from the mother as she couldn't hold herself back from feeling some sort of retribution coming from the mother at some point, for having performed so poorly in the battle and allowing the kittens to sustain such injuries, but she was trying to hide this fear as she knew how weak it would make her look...for sure.
Leafpaw's gaze drifted a little as she was losing herself in her thoughts, feeling a dread creeping up into her heart from outward as she thought about everyone who had been hurt and been killed. This dread had been slowly building its way within her for some time now, but as she lthought of the images of Dogclaw and Redsky she had just viewed, she felt something about it growing into a force she might not be able to stop.
She was forced to refocus as Mousepaw uttered an assurance that none of this was going to end until the moment Shadowclan was brought down. She blinked, feeling the very beginning of tears forming as the dread in her heart left her feeling a lack of hope in the moment that she hadn't before, not when her father yowled and chewed her out nor when she had admitted her feeling to her best friend. What she was starting to feel was a pointlessness to their battle, that if they fought they would be mutilated and murdered and if they didn't they would be nothing more than fodder for the whims of Shadowclan. As the tears slowly burned at her eyes, there was a slight shake of her head and as she gazed back into the eyes of the apprentice that she had a very shaky relation with, she let out a choked breath, only saying "it doesn't mean anything," before she turned tail and broke for the water at the entrance to exit the camp rapidly.
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Apr 29, 2019 8:36:45 GMT -5
Post by wildcharm on Apr 29, 2019 8:36:45 GMT -5
Longshadow started hobbling along looking straight ahead as he did so. He didn’t need to look directly at Tawnyface to know what her reaction would be or that she wouldn’t take his comment very well. He didn’t take her silence to mean that she was going to let the issue go. Grunting he figured that that she was just biding her time until they got back to camp before she let him have it. Rolling his eyes he grumbled quietly to himself every few steps from the pain. He tried to keep the pain from showing on his face. The senior warrior wouldn’t take back what he said and he wasn’t going to let himself be lectured like a kit. Sighing a little to himself he looked towards the struggling the kits who were only moving slightly faster than them. The hard edge in his eyes dulled a little.
He didn’t know how he would live with himself if they hadn’t managed to save the kits. He could feel the same flood of guilt as the one young cat he couldn’t manage to save no matter how much he wished he could. Even after Snowpaw came to him in a dream he couldn’t bury all of that guilt. The only thing that brought him back to reality was the quiet whining from Cinderkit as he tumbled to the ground and the queen bending down to scoop him up by the scruff and propped the kit up on shaky paws. At least he had managed to do something right.
Speckleflower had just pulled Cinderkit back up when she heard Shadowpaw’s stuttering suggestion, desperate to be helpful in someway. The queen couldn’t bare to look away from her kits at that moment to address the apprentice. Before she could find her own voice Tawnyface had already shut Shadowpaw down. Speckleflower’s shoulders fell a little as she continued on. She didn’t have enough in her to put up with the chaos of the other cats, her only concern was seeing her kits get back into camp. Shepherding them along she did what she could to keep them moving along although she couldn’t make herself push them too far.
The silver tabby was visibly relieved when they emerged through the camp entrance. She kept her eyes down at her kits ignoring the ripple of shock that went through the cats sitting around camp. They clearly didn’t know how to react at first. Proudpaw poked his head out to see what the commotion was about when his eyes met with Speckleflower’s and then saw the two kits it was easy to see all of this blindsided him completely. He had gone from having very little to do in the nearly empty camp, to four hurt cat and one clearly distressed mother.
The young warrior had been trying her best to rest and when that didn’t work she tried to find Shadowpaw or Leafpaw around camp. Neither one of them were in camp which left her with a bad feeling. She paced around in circles in the warrior den after that, trying to decide what to do from here.The she-cat was more than a little jumpy after her run in with the Dark Forest and apparitions that felt so much like her friends. She shook those thoughts loose from her head when she heard the sounds near the front of camp. Her eyes widened a little when she stuck her head out of the warrior den. She watched Speckleflower and her kits stumble back into camp with Tawnyface leading the way. The last two cats to come through the entrance were Longshadow and Shadowpaw. Moving herself quickly out of the den she moved closer to get a better idea just what in the name of Starclan had happened.
While his answer hadn’t been...hopeful he would have thought it would have helped her a little with how she was feeling about everything. There was an end goal in mind. It was something at least but, not instead he watched Leafpaw get swallowed up in her own feeling of helplessness. Frowning a little to himself he didn’t know how to react before she muttered it out the most hopeless thing he’d ever heard her say. He took a hesitant step towards her trying to comfort her. Mousepaw was left staring at Leafpaw as she took off for the entrance. “Leafpaw!” He yowled as he moved to take off after her. His paws moved in a blur as he ran after her, nearly slipping in mud.
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Apr 30, 2019 13:02:54 GMT -5
Post by Shadowstartheleader on Apr 30, 2019 13:02:54 GMT -5
OOC: I have a question for you. Sometimes I am tired from various life things but I continue the rp and end up feeling like i'm making lower quality posts and I'm wondering if you feel like that has been happening? I'm trying to figure out if I should save my posts for when my energy is high and I feel like I can write high energy, detailed and deep posts or if it doesn't feel like the quality has been dragging down a lot. Please let me know how you've been feeling as I've been trying hard to keep my posts to a good quality but don't know how well I have been succeeding.
IC: Shadowpaw pulled through the camp entrance and his eyes immediately went to the medicine cat's den. He rushed forward towards Proudpaw despite Tawnyface's irritated yowls of his attempts to be useful, and as he approached, he mewled the same line about wondering if there was something he could get to help. Proudpaw might be imprepared for this sort of situation, only being the medicine cat's apprentice at this point. Having foru cats on his own might be overwhelming and he prayed to Starclan that he was able to help in this way.
When they had finally made it through the Windclan camp entrance, Ebonykit collapsed on the floor at his mother's paws and couldn't keep himself from beginning to sob once more as the pain building up from his wound became too much as he realized they were back within the camp. They had made it back safely and now he couldn't pretend anymore that he wasn't in serious pain nor horribly terrified. What he and his sibling had been through was a terrible event that neither of them should of been in and that he had been the cause of, on his own. He had brought up the idea and lead to their exit.
Ebonykit was seemingly unaffected by a cat beginning to drag him away from the entrance, though when he looked up and saw Tawnyface pulling him towards the medicine cat's den his tears stopped for a moment. It took him aback that the Shadowclan warrior had saved them for one thing, and then despite her irritable attitude and well known crimes, began pulling him towards the healer's respite without a word. He could still see that same irritated gleam in her eyes, and given this he said nothing to protest or question her whatsoever.
Leafpaw's exit of the camp was ungraceful and certainly not unnoticable as she had yowled her depraved and destroyed hope about the camp before taking off. She scrambled through the water with little skill and when she finally appeared on the other side, hearing the yowl of the cat behind her, she made no signal of acknowledgement of any sign of stopping.
This was going to keep happening--cats were going to continue being mauled to pieces until they were completely obliterated. Ravenfang had somehow been restored before some of the cats' eyes and yet Leafpaw couldn't see how that could overrule the numerous injuries and deaths that they had seen in their time. Pelting off into the Riverclan territory before her, tears began spilling from her eyes, a messy mix of salty tears and rain water as she tore through the storm trying to flee from the hopeless chasing her through her own heart.
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Apr 30, 2019 13:59:53 GMT -5
Post by wildcharm on Apr 30, 2019 13:59:53 GMT -5
(Personally I haven’t been too overly bothered by shorter less detailed posts and I get being really tired from other things. But, don’t try to force yourself to post. It isn’t a big problem to me but, if you aren’t happy with your posts than take all the time you need.)
On top of the number of injured cats coming into camp Proudpaw nearly ran right into Shadowpaw as he frantically made his way over sputtering out the offer to help deal with the large number of patients that had arrived. The medicine cat apprentice had only really been left in camp as a precaution, none of the medicine cats could have predicted something like this happening. He stepped aside to let Tawnyface carry Ebonykit past into the medicine cat den, where he could look the kits over without so much ruckus. Sighing he turned back to Shadowpaw and reluctantly nodded his head to Shadowpaw. He had been trying to prove to Wildberry for moons that he was ready to take care of things on his own but, he couldn’t handle this on his own, even he could see that.
Turning around he bound off towards the medicine cat den to see what he could do. “What happened?” He asked Tawnyface since she was the first cat he saw when he thought to ask. He hovered over the kit for a moment sighing to himself, it looked like something had gotten a hold of kit and had done quite a bit of damage. “Pull off the cobwebs and check for infection.” Proudpaw barked over his shoulder...he couldn’t lie he kind of liked being the one giving orders instead of the one taking them for once. He gathered up what he could to try and prepare himself for the difficult task ahead.
Cinderkit didn’t collapse to the ground, more so because he was being held up by leaning on Speckleflower for support. He let out a squeak of surprise as his brother was plucked up by Tawnyface and carried off to the medicine cat den. He looked up to the queen who looked just as shocked as he was. She shook her head and quickly nudged him forwards a new sense of urgency. Cinderkit whined in protest, they were in camp now and he just wanted to curl up into a ball right here in the middle of camp even if there were so many cats staring at them. When he got another gentle yet firm nudge from his mother he stumbled after his brother awkwardly towards the medicine cat den. He just wanted all of this to be over already.
Mousepaw stared at the water pensively, slowing as he looked from the water to the crying Leafpaw pelting herself towards the Riverclan territory. Swallowing thickly he dove head first into the water. A clumsy swim and heart stopping feeling of fear meant he wasn’t very quick to make it to the other side of the river. By the time he got across he could see Leafpaw’s pelt getting smaller and smaller through the trees. Cursing to himself he dove off into the woods after her. She was being completely ridiculous and overly dramatic. He had to push himself to keep up with as she seemed to be running as if a badger were on her tail. “Leafpaw! Leafpaw!” He called out into the winds trying to get her to at least slow down but, they didn’t seem to be having any effect on the she-cat. Hissing to himself he sped up as much as he could weaving in between the brush and tree trunks.
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May 4, 2019 12:38:50 GMT -5
Post by Shadowstartheleader on May 4, 2019 12:38:50 GMT -5
(Okay thank you. I get worried i'm not doing the story justice sometimes so I appreciate what you've said)
Shadowpaw trotted after the medicine cat apprentice quickly as he approached the medicine cat's den, ready to help in whatever manner he could within his very limited skillset. Having to let go for a moment of his worries that he did not know enough to help, he looked over the kittens, knowing that this was the moment for as much composure as possible--that they needed help was what mattered, and he couldn't let himself get trapped in his own head right now.
Tawnyface almost dropped the injured kitten, struggling to stay patient as this ordeal took more and more of her energy. She had to explain one more time that these kittens had been harmed and that she had failed to intervene well enough to prevent them from being harmed. This caused a squeak of pain from Ebonykit as he plopped onto the ground, as she turned to the medicine cat's apprentice with narrowed eyebrows and an irritated tone of voice. "The kittens were attacked by foxes. I don't know where they came from but I found them and tried to hold them off, but the little mouse-brains jumped into the fight instead." She cast a shriveling glare towards Ebonykit and Cinderkit, a thankless gesture that certain wouldn't appear kind but that was only truly stemming from her own guilt of failing.
Shadowpaw pulled the cobwebs off causing a second cry of pain from Ebonykit, and he muttered a quiet and guilty 'i'm sorry' as he pulled in close and gazed at the wound. Biting his lip he examined the still open slash marks, feeling a shiver go down his spine as he saw them. The wound had just occurred to the kitten and he couldn't tell whether it was something that was going to be infected, and he folded his ears back with frustration as moments ago he had said he wished to help, and yet now with his first task to help he was uncertain and unsure. It left him feeling a little useless. "I...I don't know. Maybe if we patch it up and put one of the...umm...the..liquids...? One of those on it, then it might not get infected." His astute description of an anti-infection paste came only from having it applied to him, never having learned exactly what it was composed of.
Leafpaw was pelting at maximum speed, her head swirling with ugly and horrible images of what she feared was not so distant of a future for them. Ravenfang, torn apart and leaving her without anyone to call family. Hazelrunner, fought until exhausted and she couldn't fight any more. Shadowpaw, returned to the paws of Nightstar for whatever whims the leader had for his son. She couldn't comprehend how they could escape this situation when almost every day someone else was injured, and it was only so long before they had no more healthy fighters.
As her mind twirled she began feeling a strange tightness beginning to seize at her heart...though, it felt quite different from the dread and fear gripping her heart from moments ago. She felt pain in her chest as she tried to take in oxygen for her full speed pelting, and had to slow down as it only brought her a sharp pain as she tried to pull in the large breaths. Drawing down to a brisk walk, she tried pulling in breaths now that she had stopped charging away, but as she found that the tightness in her chest wasn't stopping, she began desperately trying to pull air into her lungs until she was left situated on the floor of the Riverclan territory's edge, gasping for breaths as her dread turned into a full panic. "I...I can't...can't breathe...!" She gasped out despite not knowing if the other apprentice who had been trailing behind her had even caught up.
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May 4, 2019 14:58:57 GMT -5
Post by wildcharm on May 4, 2019 14:58:57 GMT -5
Speckleflower weaved in between the other cats moving to nudge them aside as Cinderkit stumbled after. She hadn’t seen her kits like this since they were too young and weak to even leave the nest yet. She led Cinderkit to the nest his littermate had already practically been dropped into. She hovered over them only about a paw length away. She didn’t make it easy for Shadowpaw to get by and examine the kits. At Tawnyface’s withering glare at her two kits, that made Cinderkit seemingly want to be swallowed up by the nest, she narrowed her own eyes. She returned Tawnyface’s venomous look with one of her own. No matter what her kits might have done or not done, she certainly wasn’t going to stand by and let her kits be demeaned by the Shadowclan she-cat.
The medicine cat apprentice was left silently staring in shock at the mere idea of the fact that they had been fighting multiple foxes. Everything had to turn into a disaster didn’t it? Shaking his head he frowned to himself as he looked away from the two kits. “Starclan doesn’t seem to be able to help us now..” He muttered almost cyclically to himself. Lashing his tail he went back to trying to get his bearings again looking at the herb stores.
Proudpaw frowned a little to himself when Shadowpaw finally coughed up an answer for him although it wasn’t at all helpful at all. The tom frowned at how completely unhelpful Shadowpaw really was at the moment. Drawing in a deep breath he tried to keep himself together from the tense atmosphere in the den. He knew what the apprentice was trying to get at even if he could barely get two words out.He paused long enough to snatch up the burdock roots spitting them at the ground near Shadowpaw. “Chew that up and smear it on the worst of Cinderkit’s wounds. I’ll look at Ebonykit.” He mewed with a frown looking over the worse off of the two kits.
Crouching low he had to squeeze between all the cats crowding up the medicine cat den, especially Speckleflower who had practically glued herself to her kit’s side making it almost impossible to get to. Despite his frazzled nerves he seemed to be far more gentle with the smaller kit.
Leafpaw was arguably one of the fastest runners in Windclan. It took everything he had to not completely lose her completely. His lungs were starting to burn, his chest hurting with every breath he took. Still, it seemed his intense training made it possible for him to at least keep up with her. Just when he was starting to wander how much farther he was going to be able to go before he tripped and fell or was completely spent Leafpaw suddenly dropped down to walk. Despite himself he forced himself to keep running until he was able to reach her. Skidding to a halt he winced. Nearly slipping and falling. He slid several tail lengths before recovering himself.
Finally getting himself stopped he finally recovered himself and stopped before he fell on his face. While he was still floundering around in the mud he barely heard Leafpaw over his own loud breathing and driving rain. Still, he did. Frowning a little to himself he went to step in front of her. His own legs shaking a wavering. He couldn’t tell if she was panicking or had something else wrong with her. “Look at me please Leafpaw.” He mewed firmly staring intently at her.
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May 4, 2019 16:24:28 GMT -5
Post by Shadowstartheleader on May 4, 2019 16:24:28 GMT -5
Tawnyface would of outglared anyone who challenged her any part of the moon, save for the mother of the kittens she hadn't protected. When Speckleflower returned a glare with more venom perhaps than the Shadowclan she-cat could muster at any random moment, she was unprepared to respond with her usual aggression, and simply took a step back whilst staring back at the she-cat. It didn't seem she was going to seize the next word between the two of them.
Shadowpaw's hackles raised a little bit as he sensed a hostility from the cat as he spat the herbs down at his paws, and without saying anything Shadowpaw obediently chewed up the herbs whilst attempting to hide the disgust the bitterness left inside of his mouth. He began working on Cinderkit's wounds once he approached the kit, quietly murmuring an apology as he began taking the gross paste from his mouth and rubbing it across the open yet thankfully nonlethal wounds on Cinderkit's wounds, cringing a little himself from sympathy at wounds that reminded him in some way of his own, younger self.
Leafpaw's mind had quickly shifted from her irritation fearful imagination of what would occur to her clanmates towards what was happening to her as she was suddenly finding herself unable to pull in more than the shortest of breaths, a panicky situation that was turning her into a hyperventilating mess. She didn't seem to have any wounds on her, and had never experienced this problem before--yet for some reason she was struggling to pull in breaths. As Mousepaw stepped in front of her and asked her to look at him, she took a small step back from him though her wide-eyed gaze fixed on him even as she continued to attempt pulling in breaths with little success. Whatever was happening to her was the result of something she could not explain herself.
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Post by wildcharm on May 4, 2019 17:06:37 GMT -5
The venom in the she-cat’s look seemed to be enough to make the she-cat back down. Of course it was, Tawnyface hadn’t been able to look her in the eye since she found out what had happened to her kits. The queen’s anger was partially due to her own protectiveness of her kits and was due more largely to the fact that there were very strong and conflicting emotions bubbling just below the surface that she didn’t know how to properly express at the moment. Her eyes were fixed on her until Cinderkit gave a yelp of protest as soon as Shadowpaw started to coat his bite mark with the paste. He squirmed and wriggled trying to get away from all of this. Speckleflower’s harsh gaze briefly narrowed in Shadowpaw before she seemed to come back to her senses and looked down at her kits praying this nightmare would be over soon.
Proudpaw sniffed at the chest wound sighing to himself when he caught the unmistakable odor an infected wound or at least the faint traces of it. Proudpaw couldn’t help but sigh loudly in annoyance. He glanced past all the gathered cats to his store of herbs that seemed to be farther than they ever had been before. He made quick work of the burdock and smeared the paste on the wounds as quickly and carefully as possible. “I going to have to get something else for the chest wound.” He mewed simply to Ebonykit or Speckleflower or maybe just himself, he really couldn’t be sure at this point.
Slipping between the cats gathered around the kits he paused to get a look at Tawnyface, feeling a little less intimidated now that she had seemingly lost some of her bite. He was surprised to see most of the more major wounds already bandaged up. It would save him the effort of trying to wrangle up enough cobwebs mercifully. Anything that saved time would help in the long run. “Whoever bandaged you up saved me some time.” He mewed absently not knowing who had done it but, didn’t care too much to ask. He pushed some of the cobwebs aside to look over the wounds a little closer.
The more she seemed to struggle to breath the more concerned he became. Mousepaw knew she was probably going to pass out if they couldn’t figure out how to get her breathing normally again. The apprentice frowned when she pulled away from him but, at least she was trying to keep focus on him. His mind was still racing to find a way to get her to calm down, since he assumed she was panicking or something at this point. “Try to focus on me nothing else. It’ll be okay.” Mousepaw mewed keeping his voice as steady as he could. The apprentice tried to talk to her and get her mind away from wherever it had gone off to.
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Post by Shadowstartheleader on May 5, 2019 7:17:30 GMT -5
Cinderkit's yelping and squirming away was almost enough to break the Shadowpaw's will to sting the wounds more with this paste, but when the queen turned her venomous glare on to him the apprentice froze with his paw mid-air as he tried applying more paste to the thin layer that was on the wound now. His hackles lifted more than they had before and he seemed to be ready to shrivel down and give up trying to help in any way.
Yet Speckleflower seemed to remember what he was trying to do, and pulled her eyes back to her kittens. With a very quietly released, tight breath he turned back to Cinderkit, stepping closer to the kit who wanted to escape from this torture, as he again began rubbing the the paste against the kittens lesser wounds.
Ebonykit yelped in sharp pain as Proudpaw wiped the paste on his wounds, reacting worse than his sibling as he gasped from the pain with every swipe of the paste; he writhed away from the medicine cat's helping grouchiness. He found himself up against the leg of his mother, trying to weave around it and escape from the intense, burning pain that was now pressed up against the bloody wounds and not ceasing to pain the little kitten.
"We're not...we can't...make it..." Leafpaw gasped as Mousepaw pleaded with her to focus on him and hear that it would all be okay. Her mind was jumping back and forth in between their dilemma with Shadowclan, all of the injuries they were suffering, and the fact that she was struggling to breathe. Everything was completely stacked against them and with it seeming like they had completely lost the support of their warrior ancestors, it didn't seem like there was anything that was going to save them from this monstrous situation.
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Post by wildcharm on May 5, 2019 13:35:00 GMT -5
It took everything Speckleflower had to sit there and listen to her kits crying and clearly in pain while not being able to do anything to help them. She winced when Ebonykit was trying to squirm out from around her leg and get out of the nest. It tore her up inside to have to hold herself firmly in place placing her tail in his way as well trying to keep him in place. Sighing tiredly her eyes showed her bubbling caldron of emotions just below the surface. Cinderkit buried his face in his mother’s fur occasionally wincing or whimpering to himself whenever the wounds started to sting again. “Ow.” He mewed miserably wincing again. He sniffled looking between Shadowpaw and Speckleflower wanting all of this to stop.
The medicine cat apprentice moved past the cats pulling out more herbs before turning back to Ebonykit who was trying to escape behind Speckleflower and get away from this. He went back to settle in front of the kit. Sighing to himself he quickly chewed up the herbs. “This is going to sting.” He warned and quickly put the herbs on the kit’s chest before he had time to protest to their herbs. Sighing loudly to himself he stepped back away from the kit. Once he was done he looked over the kit with a frown waiting to make sure they were both taken care of now. Once he did he had to move on to the next patient planning on checking on Tawnyface. He had seen Longshadow limp into camp but, he hadn’t appeared in the den yet. He didn’t have time to think about the grouchy senior warrior.
Mousepaw frowned a little to himself when she told him that things were still hopeless. “Leafpaw you need to snap out of this. You’re putting yourself in a downward spiral if you keep dwelling like this.” The tom was trying to get through to her as quickly as possible. He was completely out of his depth with all of this though. He wasn’t her best friend and he couldn’t really sit there and say that he knew that everything was going to work out. Well, he could try to say that but, he felt like he would be lying to her if he did so.
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May 5, 2019 15:16:07 GMT -5
Post by Shadowstartheleader on May 5, 2019 15:16:07 GMT -5
Shadowpaw finished as quickly as he could with Cinderkit's wounds, giving a relieved sigh as he did so, a stress lifting itself from his shoulders once he saw and felt that they were pasty enough to deal with any potential infection. "I'm...I'm sorry that hurt so much..." He quietly mumbled to Cinderkit, shame running down through his pelt one more time as the kitten voice the pain this was putting him through. Trying to push that down into the dark recesses of his not-think-about-things place, he turned to look over at Proudpaw. "Umm...do I reapply the cobwebs?" He wasn't sure if they needed to get a new set or if they were fresh enough, yet looking at them he could see they had blood in them. He didn't think they had that many more fresh cobwebs though--it might be that they were going to have to work with what they had access to.
Tawnyface's gaze had shifted away from the venomous corner of the den and towards where Shadowpaw was treating the kitten as best as he could, clearly hating the taste of the paste and awkward in applying it as he cringed and struggled his way through doing what he had to do. It was strange seeing the apprentice actually doing this type of work, patching the wound on a kitten when two moons ago he was being patched up himself a couple times every quarter moon more or less. She couldn't ever even imagine admitting this out loud, depsite having approached the topic lightly with Hazelrunner, but...it was simply remarkable what he had come from in Shadowclan to what he had arrived to, and managed to do, in Windclan...even if he was still weak.
She glared down at Proudpaw as the medicine cat's apprentice approached, some piece of her intimidating aura returning to her counttanence as they met gazes. "I've been patched up and I don't need your stinging miracle." She quietly hissed as she watched the apprentice approach. She'd already suffered help by the last cat she would ever think to get help from and she wasn't ready to get help a second time in one day. This help thing was taking a long time and now that she was patched up she figured she just needed to get some battle training in so that this did not happen again.
Leafpaw forced herself to put herself into a sitting position onto the Riverclan floor, tuning out of what Mousepaw was saying without really meaning to do so. So if they couldn't fight and they couldn't survive if they stayed, what could they possibly do? What was their only option? Could...could they run? Nightstar could only follow them so far, and if they made it through the Twolegplace...
She had to make herself calm down, because no one was going to have an easier time dealing with everything that needed doing if she started passing out from stress. She needed to find Ravenfang and tell him what she had figured out. The only way that they were going to be able to get out of this for real. She unsheathed her claws and pushed them down into the dirt, her misty eyes trying to focus on the apprentice in front of her. Calm down. There's still a way out. We can make it out. I just have to get back.
A tense half a minute passed as her lungs had been growing more deprived, but she seemed to be slowly regaining composure and her breathing was readjusting itself to a normal cat's. It was difficult to force herself to get out of whatever strange things was causing her breathing to be so dangerous, but the idea that she had the ability to bring up their only way out was enough to bring her out of the panic that had taken her. Once she was taking normal length gasping breaths, a ccold sweat having worked itself up on the back of her neck, she finally tried to speak to the confused and concerned tom-cat in front of herself. "I'm sorry...I don't....know what....that was..." She panted out as she, still a little wide-eyed, was pulling in relieving, almost normal breaths in from the air around her. "I...I need to talk...with Ravenfang."
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May 5, 2019 16:59:51 GMT -5
Post by wildcharm on May 5, 2019 16:59:51 GMT -5
The tom kit looked up from his mother’s fur still filled with tears. He stared at Shadowpaw for a long moment. He sniffled for a moment looking towards Shadowpaw before turned to look at his mother who lightly cleared her throat. “Thank you...” Cinderkit muttered ever so softly barely audibly to Shadowpaw before he collapsed back into his mother and stick close to his brother.
Proudpaw paused when he got hissed at by Tawnyface, seeming to get her hostility back. The Windclan medicine cat apprentice sighed loudly to himself just wishing that she wouldn’t make his life harder than it had to be. “My stinging miracle is going to help keep your wounds from getting infected. If that happens you won’t be able to help anyone.” Proudpaw shot back lashing his tail from side to side. Even though Tawnyface was rather intimidating to him, he was even more afraid of the idea of Wildberry finding out he had let a cat go untreated. He turned his head to look over at Shadowpaw. “Use up what you can. I don’t have near enough cobwebs for all of these cats.” He muttered making his way over to the herb stores.
The medicine cat apprentice quickly moved his way towards the Shadowclan she-cat. He wasn’t going to give up on treating Tawnyface without a fight. “It isn’t going to sting for long.” Proudpaw mewed through his burdock root he had. If he had anything that wasn’t as strong for the wounds but, he had nothing else to use that would be able to fight back infection.
Mousepaw was left kind of just standing there waiting for her to get a hold of herself. His flexed his claws watching her uneasily. After a few tense moments she seemed to get a grip back on reality and her breathing started to stabilize a little. A wave of relief came over him when she actually managed to talk him again. “Alright, alright we’ll find him so you can talk to him.” The Windclan apprentice reassured her taking it as a good sign now that she was able to get her talking. “Do you feel like you can breath better?” The tom asked cautiously looking her over.
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