camp keep myself alive — injury, minor concussion

[DAWNSTORM]

die with memories , not dreams .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

/ takes place after this thread ( mid-day ) when dawn returns later in the night

Nausea curled angrily, mind sluggish, Dawnstorm had waited until the last rays of light slipped away, bringing about eternal darkness that soothed his aches and pains. His chest shuddered, claws digging into the frigid ground, keeping himself upright before he tipped forward, helm throbbing painfully. Steps. He was almost there, one step in front of the other at a snail's pace, plumed tail dragging behind him, too tired to pick it up.

Sleep tugged at his eyelids, body stumbling sideways drawing out a low-sounding groan, teeth-gritting in muddled annoyance. Why wasn’t his body listening? He needed to or—Dawnstorm’s breath shuddered, feeling like a kit in an adult body. It was odd. If he didn’t have a throbbing headache, he would have compared it to the weirdness he discovered since joining RiverClan.

After his father left him to nature’s devices, Dawnstorm remained where he was, curled inward while trying to make sense of what was happening. His father was disappointed, disgusted with his progress, and that hurt more than he realized. It was odd, more than RiverClan. His emotions remained strung, and if plucked, the tight string would reverberate sending everything into disarray.

He moved afterward, slow and off-balance, tongue rasping in uneven strokes at the shallow cuts he received, hiding them beneath his mesh of fur. In his muddled haste, the bi-colored tom left a few unattended, pupils blown wide when he attempted to stand, the world giving out beneath him the first five times he tried to stand.

The camp entrance came into view, tipping forward, the injured warrior slipped through on unsteady paws. His breath came out in short, unsteady puffs, ears pulled flat against his helm. Hurts. His younger self pleaded, sounding kitten-like that it stopped him dead in his tracks, blown pupils shakily pulling away to stare at the dens, body swaying. What?

He turned, neck twisting awkwardly to stare behind him. Oh. It was inside his head, wasn’t it? He blinked languidly, sound muffled to anyone approaching his frame. “Fine.” He slurred, speech slow, bi-colored hues staring at the figure before him. “Who?” He muttered, brows creasing, staring at them in confusion. “I am—” He wasn’t sure what to say, letting his words die on a sandpaper tongue.

/ just a few notes about the incident, but ratwhisker and dawnstorm left at separate times ! dawnstorm left with a hunting patrol, before deciding to carry on while the patrol returned when ratwhisker appeared.

ratwhisker came back after hunting in the river, so dawn’s scent is muddled on him, same as dawnstorm, albeit he just smells like ichor ^^ you guys are more than welcome to make assumptions, but it won’t be as obvious since dawn will be lying straight through his teeth about what happened rip​

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thought speech​

 

[✧ Frondfeather.]

DANDELION INTO THE WIND YOU GO,
WON'T YOU LET MY DARLING KNOW ?​

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frondfeather & 31 moons & female & she/her & riverclan warrior ​

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It is far from the first time frond has stumbled upon kaede- no, dawnstorm injured. She's even born witness to his 'accidents' herself - tortoiseshell figure sinking beneath the current as she watched helplessly, unable to drag him back up herself. But that doesn't make it any easier.

When he stumbles back to camp, breathing ragged and the scent of blood heavy on the air - she is on her paws in an instant. Hackles raised and heart beating so fast she fears it might just leap through her chest, she darts forwards - uncaring of whatever poor soul may have been in her way. " "Kae- dawnstorm, " she hastily corrects herself midsentence, hoping her slip up will not be enough to cost her.

... she's not sure she'd care if it did. " What- what happened? And no - you're not, fine... C'mon, let's go see the medicine cats, hm? " she says, keeping her words warm and soothing despite the panic clear upon her face and rattling her mind. Sturdy figure leans against him, hoping that the press of her pelt can at the very least help guide him, if not support him. He looks dead on his paws.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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I ━ F E E L ━ O K A Y ━ W H E N ━ I ━ S E E ━ Y O U ━ S M I L E

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[DEWCLOUD]

Dawnstorm’s been gone for an awfully long time. Dewcloud noticed his lack of appearance while the sun’s still in the sky, and while the storm-furred tom tried not to think much about it — He’s meant to be patrolling, right? He thinks he heard someone say that — he can’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach, the wave of worry that washes over him as the sun begins to sink, as darkness begins to fall.

His friend wouldn’t… his friend wouldn’t leave, would he? Wouldn’t walk away from the clan like Deacon and Sasha had? No, Kaede isn’t like them — Kaede isn’t a traitor, is better than the murderous rogue lifestyle their former colony-mates turned to on that day. His friend wouldn’t leave.

But, what if he has? What if Dewcloud’s lost another piece of home, been left behind by another? What if something worse has happened?

He’s about to go find him himself when the patchworked tom returns on stumbling paws, the scent of copper heavy in the air. “ Dawnstorm…? “ Lazuline eyes widen, white paws bounding forward to the aid of his friend, of Frondfeather who gets to him first. He’s come back injured before, he knows, back when home wasn’t here but a different place all together — had the same thing happened here?

“ Let me help, “ Dewcloud pleads with the older molly, “ Let me help get him to… to uh… “ It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t what the healer’s name is now — his friend is hurting and can barely stand on his paws. Getting him help matters the most now, as he moves to stand at the other side of him for extra support.​

✦ ABOUT

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  DEW ‣ DEWCLOUD
  ── Warrior of RiverClan
  
  ── ??? x ???
  ── AMAB; He/Him
  ── A gray tabby and white tom with blue eyes.
  ── Mentored by the Ripple Colony
  ── "Speech"; Attack​

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[Feathergaze]

The copper scent of violence is more than enough to make the young warrior gag. A shiver runs through her body, but she forces herself to her paws. That's not prey. It was far too late for a hunting patrol to be out, and the strangled voice of Dawnstorm confirms something is terribly wrong. For a moment all Feathergaze can do is stare from the mouth of the den, heart fluttering in her throat. Someone shoves past her, and despite her size the molly stumbles easily. Frondfeather ignores her entirely, fear-scent filling the air. He's hurt bad. Stop staring and move, flea brain!

By the time Feathergaze breaks her trance and hurries outside, Dewcloud is also present, anxiety fresh on his tongue. Bathed in moonlight she finally sees Dawnstorm clearly. Blood matted his fur, and he swayed on his paws as though only half awake. What... Who did this to you?
"R-Ravensong. Yes, yes he needs to see Ravensong." Her voice cracked, straining with the sudden use after being pulled from sleep. "It's- You're going to be a-alright, Dawnstorm, just let them help you this way," she meowed. She nearly stepped closer to join the trio in getting him moved, but backed off instead, beelining for the medicine den. They know him best. Just bring Ravensong.

// @RAVENSONG​

 

[RAVENSONG]

"What in StarClan's name happened?" Ravensong's curt voice broke into the alarmed chatter of Feathergaze, Dewcloud, and Frondfeather. The smell of blood was nothing new to him, but his heart still raced now in the wake of Clayfur's death. There was no body at the end of this trail, but something was not quite right about the situation.

"The rogues?" He asked, shoving his nose forward to closer inspect the wounds on Dawnstorm's head and neck. "Moonpaw, please fetch me marigold and cobwebs." He instructed his apprentice before examining the damage further. Scratches, signs of battle, but he was not talking right, and the way he wobbled as he walked was even more alarming. Ravensong's fur stood on edge along his spine. He did not know much about damage to the head, and there would not be much for him to do in that regard apart from making sure the warrior was still lucid. "Look at me, Dawnstorm. Do you know my name?"

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

•  
• 
  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[Moonbeam]

The smell of blood and fear clung to Moonpaw's nostrils as she stepped out into the camp, small ears pricked up as eyes widened in alarm before maw opened to speak, to ask what had happened when the voice of her mentor filled the gap instead. She moved forward with the other to see, to make sure that whoever it was - Dawnstorm she'd soon find out - was still alive, still able to be healed, the feeling of dread leaving her before she was instructed to get marigold and cobwebs and quickly she went back to the medicine den in search of them.

Paw wrapped in ready-to-go cobweb and mouth carefully clutching the marigold that would be needed she looked to Ravensong before placing down part of her bundle of the plant before getting ready to work on whatever wounds needed to be closed right away. She'd worry about helping Dawnstorm to a new nest of his own in the medicine den later, for now some of the bleeding needed to stop, the bigger wounds needed to make sure they weren't going to be infected, and Moonpaw needed to calm the pounding from her heart that seeped within her ears.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[DAWNSTORM]

die with memories , not dreams .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Frondfeather. His mind sluggishly replied, staring wide-eyed at the feline standing before him, maw parting to report that he was fine, well and truly if the world didn't sway beneath his paws, legs threatening to buckle beneath his weight as a strained groan escaped his maw. It’d never been this bad, but Dawnstorm had never let himself go like this that it pulled at burning skin, shame lingering in hot heavy waves. M’sorry. He had rasped to his father’s retreating form, staring helplessly as he was left abandoned to nature’s whims. He wondered why his throat burned, wispy sobs threatening to break free from the pain that washed over him, but even in his state, Dawnstorm swallowed the burning sensation.

He leaned into her, helm drooping down with a shaky breath, muscles straining to keep him upright as tiredness tugged at his eyelids threatening to droop any second, offering a shuddered rumble, blurry hues sliding to meet Dewcloud. “M’fine.” His speech slurred, finding difficulty even more now that his helm pulsed even more than normal, welcoming Dewcloud’s familiar fur against his side. A sense of safety washed over him. “M’tired.” He blinked sluggishly, body sagging more when Feathergaze’s shuttered speech broke through the messy haze. “Okay.” He whispered childishly, sinking further into their hold with a shaky gasp. “Okay.” He mumbled again, forcing drooping eyelids open, feeling content for the first time since Sasha left, even if he returned bloodied and barely coherent.

It wasn’t until a presence moved closer, body tensing in sudden fear, breathing coming to a screeching halt, blown-out pupils staring at the ground in sudden interest, refusing to make the slightest movement, preparing for the blows that were sure to come. Did he not wait long enough? Had his father come to teach him more? Hurts. He pleaded, wanting to curl up and hide away with his friends tucked against his side safely. “Ra’song.” He breathed, chest rising in rapid succession, nostrils flaring in muddled relief, blown-out pupils sliding to meet the others. “Hi.” He mangled to pull out before his limbs slid out beneath him, dizziness outweighing everything else, sighing in relief when the world came to a halt, tensing briefly at Moonpaw’s presence, paw coming to press against his aching eyelids, breathing coming in short, raspy puffs that withered against his muzzle, warming cold cheeks. “M’gonna—” He paused, unsure of what to say since even speech made his head throb painfully. “Sit.” He slurred, wanting to nod, but refraining from doing so. “M’okay.” He added, hoping that would appease the tense energy, mismatched hues sliding to Dewcloud and Frondfeather, helm bobbling until he came to a stop, resting his head against the cool ground in relief, muscles sagging. ​

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thought speech​

 

[RAVENSONG]

This was good news, Ravensong thought, as his mangled name hit his ears from Dawnstorm's mouth. However, the slurring and mumbling were slightly concerning and Ravensong angled his head closer to examine the scratches. Not life-threatening, he decided, but something that needed to be treated quickly. Seeing a moment to teach Moonpaw as he gratefully accepted the marigold and began making a poultice, he whispered to her.

"You'll start to know the difference between claw wounds and bite wounds. What do these look like to you? Do you think claws or teeth wounds are more susceptible to infection?"

The dark-furred medicine cat began to attempt to gently apply cobwebs to Dawnstorm's bleeding skin, in an effort to stop the bleeding. Next would come the poultice. He realized he still did not have an answer to who had done this, but his priorites lay with treatment. At the three others who had come, he called to them. "One of you ought to report this to one of the council members or Lichentail. I think he was attacked. Possibly by the other rogues."

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

•  
• 
  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[Moonbeam]

Moonpaw watched as Dawnstorm spoke with slurred words, leaning on others and sliding down as head touched the cold frozen ground, concern quickly covering the apprentice's features as she glanced to Ravensong once more. He wasn't freaking out, he was calm as he worked, not seemingly too worried about the actions of the clanmates before her and that helped her calm, helped her to understand that although this looked bad it was potentially not as bad as it seemed. When her mentor spoke to her again it was quiet soft whispers, and it caused her to pause slightly as she worked to put marigold and cobwebs onto the wounds of the other and look closer for just a moment before continuing her work as she thought.

She'd seen both before when the rogues had taken over their camp and again when they had come back to take it back, had seen both in the way she learned to hunt fish, hooking it with her claws before biting down to make sure it had a quick death, and so she felt confident in her first answer. "Claws." She'd answer back quietly, matching the whisper that Ravensong had used previously, but the next question caused her pause as infection between claws and teeth were not something that she had ever thought about, thinking this whole time that they'd both be able to cause it in the same way, it just depended on how quickly one was able to get the wounds healed. "Is it claws?" She'd ask to answer, unsure of herself. Surely it had to be claws, right? Walking around in the dirt and mud. As she waited for an answer she continued to work alongside her mentor, eyes flickering over to Dawnglare's face every now and then as she tried to figure out what had happened. The rogues Ravensong mentioned, and yes Moonpaw couldn't help but think the same.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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