camp ROTTEN FLESH // RC skirmish checkup

[VULTUREMASK]

While Wolfsong was handling the less serious injured clanmates Vulturemask would take it upon himself to take care of the less fortunate ones in that ambush raid. Riverclan....what a clan of cowards to attack an apprentice so young like Cottonpaw. They were leeches....every single one of them. Vulturemask wondered if there was a way to poison the river to get ride of them...getting killed by infectious fish. Starclan for sure would see the just in his way of getting ride of a such unpleasant vermin. They would be pleased with him he was sure.

" One day that rotten clan is gonna pay for doing this to you..." Vulturemask would speak lowly to the victim while he was treating their injuries to the best of his ability. " I can smell their rotten flesh from here..." a mumble now to himself. Vulturemask had acted a bit off this couple of days as it had become a habit of him just rambling to himself. Sometimes they made sense sometimes it didn't. But he was certain starclan was pissed. Cottonpaw hadn't deserved this to pay for her parents sins. Not all vermins gave birth to vermins....some where pure or was not beyond saving. Starclan would let him know when someone was a lost cause...

// treating @cottonpaw right now! vult will in this thread treat anyone who has more serious injuries, otherwise i advice to check wolfsong thread out (:
and dont forget to let me know what your characters injuries are!



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[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR ♀​

Sootstar was hovering nearby, her gaze fixated on her daughter as the medicine cat applied herbal bandages. What had happened outrages her, she knows for certain now that Cottonpaw had been targeted to get back at Weaselclaw and herself. Her teeth grind together as she thinks about getting ahold of Smokethroat, or better yet, Cicadastar and tearing her claws through their flesh. She imagines herself standing over their limp bodies, what a trophy it would be to take their lives as payment for tangoing with her clan. For now she tells herself the day will come, one day she will serve her own justice. ”I heard that despite it all, you stuck around and fought for your clan Cottonpaw.” Her eyes glow with a motherly warmth, she recalls fretting over tiny Cottonkit when she had been born. A tiny thing she had been, a small thing she had been now, but Sootstar knew from experience that runts of the litter could grow into the strongest and most intelligent of cats. Cottonpaw was showing she was no sickly kitten, but a future warrior of WindClan with immense potential to be among the greatest. ”No one would’ve blamed you if you had ran, but you had stayed to fight beside your clan-mates. That is something only a cat with the true heart of a warrior does.” A purr as she wraps her tail around her paws, eyeing the marks that SmoketHorta and Cicadastar had left on her face. Let this be a permanent reminder of your strength, and your hatred for RiverClan.

 

[cottonsprig]

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Cottonpaw sits still whilst Vulturemask works, mind wandering as it does. The numbing pain of being held so aggressively against the bridge fades and returns - bruises hiding just beneath flattened yet ruffled fur. Her face thus far has been cleaned of the dried blood but she can feel it crust over again, unyielding in spite of the medicine cat's efforts. She could see him making some sort of poultice - or maybe he's mashing leaves and petals together for fun? - but her vision blurs whenever he goes to apply it. He says something, noting how their scent lingers so strongly on the pelts on the injured. He also tells her she didn't deserve it, and though the stench of vengeance is clear in her nose, too, she's tempted to think otherwise.

She lets out an uncomfortable hiss and tries her best not to flinch, the scent of herbs and her own personal distraction covering Sootstar's scent as her mother lingers. Cottonpaw doesn't startle too easily as the other's tone floats through the air - softer than usual, not a leader speaking with an unruly apprentice, but a mother loving and caring for her daughter, though the context says otherwise. "... true heart of a warrior..." Cottonpaw chooses to neglect that she was tempted to flee, albeit to get help, and was instead narrowly stopped by a RiverClan femme. She also, for the moment, decides that she's more of a survivor than a victim. She's someone her mom is proud of, at least for now.

"I couldn't leave -" she starts, tilting her head away from Vulturemask before quickly righting herself again, unwilling to experience the tom's frustrated wrath. "Cloudedsky was there - same with Snailstride, and Weaselclaw, and -" she stops, knowing it unnecessary to list the entire patrol. "It would've been cowardly to leave them behind, especially after getting them into that mess," Cottonpaw's gaze falls to the wayside, and she tries to not think of the venomous look in Cicadastar's eyes, the even worse one that remained burning in Smokethroat's even long after she had escaped. Her tail lashes and she refocuses on Vulturemask, "Will I be stuck in camp again?" she asks, dejectedly, unwilling to be a bump on a log once more.​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze | 11 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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Having been helped back to camp, it takes near all of peri's strength to keep awake while he waits, flanks heaving. The young warriors return to camp was all but a blur, but he is simply grateful to be alive. Shouldn't have moved my nest out so soon, he can't help but think absently, frowning down at the moss beneath him that isn't his. If he dies, it'd have been nice to at least be surrounded by reminders of his loved ones. Clear blue gaze wanders as he listens into the conversation before him - not that he can help it, really. He's glad cottonpaw is safe at least - glad they're all alive, really.

// injuries: shallow claw marks on shoulder blades, large chunk missing from lower part of left ear, deep wound on left side of belly near hind-leg joint, minor sprain from landing wrong during his jump, bloodloss, shock
most have managed to clot by this point but will still need treatment, he is also a bit muddy/dirty from hiding

TW: mentions of injuries + thoughts of death

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