camp A good song never dies ♔ Injury + joining

[Tawnyclaw]

*+:｡.｡ Tawnyclaw's random absences from patrols were consistent enough to become expected. When he didn't return after his hunting patrol collected themselves, they simply shrugged and returned to camp with their haul, expecting their leader's least responsible kit to return eventually. He does so, thank you very much, and with quite the haul, too...granted, it's not particularly edible, unless you're a mangy mutt with an ugly pink collar, anyway.

Tawnyclaw returns to camp with a fiery and white tabby slung across his shoulders. Although his legs are sore from the luggage and the short but oh-so-sweet fight his worst boo-boo is the bite to his neck, which although deep enough to hurt like a motherfeather and matt his nice fur with blood couldn't be classified serious enough to throw a stink about...Polynesia on the other hand... "So, funny story" he begins, jovial even as he's already making as quick of a beeline as his sore paws will allow towards the medicine den, "There was a dog, a totally-not one-sided fight, then a Starclan-blessed angel, such a great meet-cute, right? - now where's Fireflyglow?"

*+:｡.｡ Updated 10/8/24

• Injuries include
  Tawny: Puncture wounds to the throat, enough to bleed but has long since stopped, not deep
  
  Polynesia: extremely malnourished, dislocated shoulder with a deep bite to her paw and various bites
  
  @Polynesia <3
  
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  GENERAL:
  ♔ Tawnyclaw
  ♔ DFAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ♔ 18 moons — Ages 1 moon every month 28th
  ♔ Skyclan — Warrior
  ♔ Son of Orangestar and Ashenclaw
  ♔ Brother to Cherryblossom, Eggbounce, Glimmersun and Owlheart
  ♔ Mentoring Dogwoodpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♔Physically hard | mentally medium
  ♔ Attack in bold #bf8924
  injuries: None currently

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[Polynesia]

This whole thing had been surreal enough before they'd gone so far into the forest that she was sure she'd never quite find her way back again. Although that was the last thing she was thinking about right now. Even as lucid as she was now, after the long hike to wherever this place was, she felt no fear, only curiosity. A curiosity that only depeend as they walked through woven barriers to small dens made of what looked to her like storm-debris. That said, they looked leagues more comfortable than the places she was used to sleeping. Abandoned twoleg dens, behind the bins among the swollen black trash bags they contained.

This was nothing like the world she knew, everything around her, as blurry as it was from holding in tears of pain. "This camp?" The words slur from her muzzle tiredly, her having remembered him mentioning a camp or something similar as best she can remember. Memory not being her best attribute as she lay comletely empty bellied and exhausted lying atop 'Tawnyclaw's' back. "How-how many cats?" The words leave her mouth dryly, her throat sore from disuse. There are more cat scents than Polynesia had ever encountered in one spot at once. It's uncanny and it's incredibly unnerving to her.

"You said someone." This is definitely more than "someone." The molly would think wearily, still struggling to stay awake as she waits to meet this mysterious character. Sharp herbal scents assault her senses and her nose, slightly pale, crinkles in disgust. "How far did we travel?" So many questions, so much strength she should be clinging to. It all just seems so outside her at this point that she's having trouble taking this seriously. One moment she was minding her own business, trying to catch a squirrel and the next, a dog, another feline. It was a lot to take in and the turmoil the she-cat was suffering through was apparent to anyone with eyes and ears.


{Hello all, I'm happy as hecc to be here.]]

 

[SILVERSMOKE]

Tawnyclaw's absences never ceased to send a bristle down the spine of the silver tom. His bite had seldom been shared with the tom, but having seen the hunting patrol return without him again, Silversmoke's patience had run too thin. Odd eyes darted between the camp's entrance and the warrior's den until, after what felt like an eternity keeping vigilant, the tabby returned with a new pelt. He stood quickly, crossing the clearing with a hastened gait until he was at his side, assessing each wound as the other tried to move towards Fireflyglow's nest. The dried blood around Tawnyclaw's neck was one worry, but the other was able to not only move,e but carry a heavy weight upon his spine. Silversmoke's eyes darted upwards towards the stranger, his throat growing arid at the sagginess of her skin and the wounds across her body. 'She'd be dead if you didn't find her,' he thought about his clanmate, though, he could not quite admit it when insubordination played a part.

Any thoughts about praising Tawnyclaw died when he explained himself, squinting and moving his head away as the other called the injured cat an 'angel' and 'cute'. He shook his head disapprovingly towards the tom, deciding his attention was better served with the stranger. "You've traveled a while if you've encountered a dog. None of the patrols mentioned hearing one." Was it the same one that had....? No, no it couldn't be. "You're safe here, Fireflyglow is a medicine cat, he knows how to treat wounds." He didn't know if Tawnyclaw had bothered to explain as much to the she-cat or if he'd been too busy flirting to bother. With nostrils flaring, he mewed, "What's your name?"
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[Polynesia]

One of her fluffy ears twitches in acknowledgement for his comment about her traveling. That was true but in her weary mind she had trouble understanding what he could mean by that. The many winding roads of the twoleg place had been the territory she'd wondered since she was hardly three moons old. How she'd even managed to survive this long was a complete mystery to her, but looking at her spent muscles and flesh it wasn't hard to see the trials and tribulations that had delivered her here.

This unfamiliar muzzle undulates and moves and she has to focus hard to grasp and hold onto the words that slip his tongue and fill the air between them. They all had strange names, ones she'd never heard but she'd never ventured into the forest either. "I need help." The words are tired and practically fall from her muzzle, no doubt uttered hundreds of times with no reply to be had. That thought alone would be sad by itself but what follows seems to finally break the dam in her soul and suddenly her sides are hitching as she fights a desperate battle not to cry.

It'd been so long since anyone had asked her that until today and for some reason that feels more devastating that anything else. It felt like these cats saw her as something other than a potential barrier to food and that was unfamiliar. "Polynesia." The ten moon old cat whimpers out, sounding more like a kitten than a near full grown cat. The world had been cruel but as best as she could tell they only had good intentions. If they didn't, she supposed there wasn't much she'd be able to do about it anyway.

 

[Johnnyflame]

MY WORLDS ON FIRE, HOW 'BOUT YOURS?
THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT AND I NEVER GET BORED."​

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Johnny couldn’t help the wave of sympathy he felt when he caught sight of the shecat beside Tawnyclaw. The tom was clearly in far better spirits than she, and if the mood itself wasn’t enough to tug on the toms heartstrings, the physical state of her certainly was.

”He’s right, lass- we’ve got you now, you're safe.” the bobtail soothed as he padded over to help steady her malnourished frame as Tawnclaw trotted along, offering her a gentle but confident smile ”Our healer will have you patched up in no time. Just rest that pretty head of yours and take it easy.”

Wounds to fix. Another mouth to feed. And with leafbare on the way. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but there was no way they could turn her away when Tawnyclaw had all but said she rescued him? Her condition was because of a Skyclan cat, and they owed her for the sacrifice.

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