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The smoke is a hellish thing and she is happy they were able to get away from it. She has been passing back and forth along the underground tunnel for a while. Feeling the vibration of those monsters every time they cross the thunderpath. It has her on edge and she's not happy that something like this has even happened. Worse she feels responsible because she kept her dream to herself. Questioning the validity of it and she is sure that Hare Whiskers is looking down upon her with disappointment. Roughly she sighs as she pauses with her weaving between the bodies of her clanmates knowing full well that she needs to stop complaining mentally and do her starclan forsaken job. "Okay. Okay. Those that have burns come see me now. Those that have inhaled smoke from the fire group up with those with burns. I'll be seeing you first. Those with other injuries will be next."

Even worn down her voice holds authority. Something she doesn't actually feel. Her tail snaps back and forth before she starts to sort through her piles of leaves. Herbs wrapped in bundles unravel to show what she had been able to take with her. One such a golden liquid, she gathered by happenstance
Honeycomb. As a medicine cat she is looking for anything that can prove useful. Anything. These to her are just mere treats. Soothing to eat so perhaps it can help ravaged throats.
 
The underground tunnel is suffocating. Pitchsun feels that the walls are closing in on him, each tremble from a monster overhead sending him further into the spiral of fear. The tunnel is going to collapse. Get out, his mind screams, louder than the pounding of his heart. Get out before you're buried.

But there is no escape underneath the stares of his clanmates. There is concern evident in the pinch of their brows, watching as their deputy heaves painful breathes into smoke-laden lungs. Pitchsun's mind, however, warps them into judgment. Their sympathetic glances become scornful glares. You're weak, they scream back. Why are you our deputy?

Pitchsun couldn't run, so he stays where he is without moving. Even when his aunt's voice reverberates against the too-close walls, he remains as still as a statue. His teeth draw blood from his tongue, tasting the iron tang as the delicate muscle is pierced.
 
Flickerfire is sore - her muscles are wobbly, threaten to give out beneath her legs as she stands. Her teeth, too, from dragging nearly a fully-grown molly through terrain, blinded by smoke and embers. There's a place on her tail that is furless, the skin stretched taut and raw, and a place on her flank. Relatively lucky, she thinks, but like hell if it doesn't hurt, and she'd kill for something to make her throat feel better.

She heads toward Bonejaw, but her paws slow to a halt as she passes Pitchsun. The tom is staring at nothing, hunkered low to the ground. The tunnel is noisy, though only because of the monsters rushing above them and the reverberations within. He's silent amidst it all - unlike him, she thinks.

Flickerfire only stares at him for a moment, before prodding him roughly in the side with a forepaw. "You breathed smoke, frogbrain," she says testily. "Get up and come with me to see Bonejaw." There's not a lick of respect in her tone or her actions. "I know you're not that hurt that you can't move."

She limps her way to Bonejaw, giving the black and white molly a wheezy laugh. "Your kin broke. Make him come over here." The mirth dies from her eyes as she searches the ShadowClan cats huddled in the tunnel. "Hailpaw... how is she?" Her apprentice had passed out during the blaze, had been dragged like dead weight back to camp... Flickerfire hopes she didn't die already. A waste of precious time training her, she thinks with a scowl.

PENNED BY MARQUETTE
 
pitchsun has been through a lot. not that chilledgaze necessarily cared, but somewhere in that heart of theirs, it's hard to see their deputy so defeated. after all, they were supposed to look up to him. and here he was, moping. hmph. guess he needed a bit of a prod. a push. something that flickerfire offers, and chilledgaze comes over, shaking fire's dust that settled in their onyx colored fur off.

"don't be a frog-brain, pitchsun. you're no good to us dead."

lowering their gaze, chilledgaze snapped their teeth near his tail, just as a way to push him closer to the medicine cat.

"we have enough to worry about. get the check up."
[ NOBODY ELSE MATTERS, GIRL ]
 

She was groggy, still unaware of the events that had led up to her unfortunate time on the patrol with her mentor and Pitchsun. How she’d even made it to the tunnels, she couldn’t answer. For the time being however, she knew that she could at the very least attempt to force herself to her paws, moving to join the gathering group seeking medical attention. While she may make dumb decisions, she knew she needed help. Flickerfire would make her seek it if she didn’t on her own. Following the sound of her mentor’s voice, she would attempt to lean against her mentor while waiting for further instructions from Bonejaw in silence.
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