camp Sheared || Injuries

[Irispath]

He was cold.

He was bleeding. Everything hurt. Pathetic, he was. Limping and hobbling back to camp on his own he had plenty of time to stew in his defeat.

Sootstar would have had no problem with that sheep furred Molly.... They were about the same size, he and her. And yet.

He didn't even think he got a hit on her, even as he lashed out with his claws. They kept getting caught in her curly fur, he couldn't cut her no matter how he tried.

It was dawn when he finally tumbled through the camp entrance, making his wounds sting worse. He wouldn't make a peep, he was pathetic enough already. He was tired, though. He crumpled to the ground with his feet tucked under him. He would get to Dandelionwish in a moment....
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[nettlepaw.]

He wouldn't label himself as a heavy sleeper. At least, not heavy enough to ignore the scent of blood in the air. His senses, though groggy as he stirred, could recognize the coppery tang from afar as well as a bee to honey. Nettlepaw uncurled from the outskirts of the sleeping group, grey eyes blinking away sleep as his brain tried to process why smelling blood was bad at this hour. It wasn't from prey... the apprentice jolted, scrambling to stand. A dark mass of something, someone had stumbled into the camp, the morning light only barely illuminating his features.

Nettlepaw gasped, racing to Yewberry's side. He couldn't remember talking with the warrior before, but that didn't matter. "Yewberry's hurt!" he shouted to the other sleeping cats, hoping to rouse someone who actually knew what to do. Nettlepaw reached the grey warrior's side first, uncertain of where to put his paws. He wasn't a medicine cat, far from it. But blood outside of the body was not good, he could realize that much. Still, there was nothing he could do. "What happened?" he stammered out, wary of getting close to the wounds themselves.​

 

[Bristlekit]

WILLING TO SACRIFICE​

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The call of Nettlepaw rang loud enough to echo through the nursery, so of course Bristlekit hops to his cotton hued paws and bounds out into the chilly hollow, the scent of blood fresh upon the crisp air. Even in the dim light of dawn, the sight of wounds is an obvious one. The tabby's eyes glow with curiosity as he pads closer for a better look. Perhaps he's not old enough to understand the genuine peril of the injuries, or perhaps he's too mesmerized by the idea of a real battle to care. Regardless, Bristlekit appears almost excited at the buzz of drama within the camp.

"Woah! Now you'll have scars! I bet the other cat looks worse, though. Was it a ThunderClanner? Or a... or a RiverClanner? Tell us about what happened!" Bristlekit mewled with evident excitement.​

 

[hyacinthbreath]

♚ Yewberry's hurt!

A shout that startles Hyacinthbreath out of a restless slumber, the she-cat jerking to attention as soon as she heard the lilac tom's name. "What do you mean he's hurt?" She questions in return, rushing over to get a good look at the tom. Oh, he was hurt.. Who could have done this to him? "Who hurt you? I'll rip them to shreds myself." Hyacinthbreath growls softly, already prepared to take a patrol out if Sootstar overheard and commanded her to. Even still, she was ready to seek vengeance herself. How dare someone hurt a cat as kind as Yewberry? What did he do to deserve this?​

 

[Dandelionwish]

He is just waking up, the only benefit to no longer being a warrior is not having to be up for any early morning patrols and so his day begins the moment he rises from his normal slumber. Dandelionwish can think of no other benefit, no other thing that made life easier for him than it would have been had he just been another WindClanner going about his day. It was just the few moments longer of sleep that really appealed to him. Not that he didn't enjoy helping, learning, the smell of freshly picked herbs, the solitutde of having his own nest.
But often times he is reminded of his due dilligence with the scent of blood like a sharp claw driving into his throat. He is up, oriented, moving out of his den with a swiftness and wide eyes and the sound of panicked and infuriated voices draws him to the source of the scent quickly.
"Yewberry!" What happened-who had done this? Were they about to be attacked? Dandelionwish's eyes darted to the distance where the lilac tom had come from based on how he was laying and he saw nothing. "Bristlekit, later, go on-scoot!" His tail whisked in a flick, urging the kitten to step back.
"Nettlepaw, will ye help me support'em so we can get'em to my den?" He glanced at Hyacinthbreath as he moved to lean into the bloodied tom's side, knowing she was most likely going to report this and find who did this the moment they got Yewberry talking.

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[Irispath]

He wasn't even trying to draw a crowd, yet here he was. Accumulating a crowd. It was probably for the best, he was tired and wanted to lie on the floor for at least a week.

"A rogue ....She saw me catch a rabbit and decided she wanted it." He muttered.

Bristlekit made him feel worse, though he didn't blame him. He was just a kit. But recalling the entire ordeal left him aching inside. He gave him an awkward smile.

"Unfortunately, her fur was too thick and curly for my claws to get through. I tried my best, but all I could get was...." He looked at his paws, which still had some of Fleecefurs fur tangled on his claws. " Hair. "

"She took the rabbit, unfortunately..... Though I guess that's plain to see." He said. He was pretty ashamed of himself. He lifted a paw to wipe blood from his brow.

He tried his best, he tried to comfort himself, but it wasn't working.

"It's a terrible excuse, I know.....But that's what happened."

He stood up shakily. From the full on sprinting he had done and then the fight, his legs demanded he lay back down. But he knew he had to make it to the medicine den at least.
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[Bristlekit]

WILLING TO SACRIFICE​

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Well, Hyacinthbreath sure did look mad. Bristlekit just wants to know what had happened! And in the midst of the chaos, the medicine cat had swiftly arrived to tell little Bristlekit to scoot. Who was a medicine cat to tell him to leave? Medicine cats weren't even strong. All they did was pick flowers all day! And Bristlekit was going to be a warrior. He didn't have to listen to Dandelionwish! The boy pouts, doesn't move, stares the group down with challenging blue eyes.

Until Yewberry explained what had happened. A rogue had attacked him? Had stolen his rabbit? And Yewberry hadn't even been able to fight them off. Oh... that was quite pitiful. Bristlekit isn't even sure if he can believe it. His mouth curves into a frown as he protests, "But you're a WindClan cat! No starving rogue can beat a WindClan cat!" The tabby's disappointment was clear. Maybe Yewberry didn't deserve to be a WindClan cat. Maybe he wasn't strong enough to be a warrior. Bristlekit's features are clear with his thoughts, too young as he is to hide them, and too young to understand the sting behind his own words. He wonders if Sootstar will share his disapointment. Maybe she'd make Yewberry a medicine cat, like Dandelionwish.​

 

[Dandelionwish]

"Bristlekit ah'm gonna feed ye to a starvin' rogue next if ye don't done get out me way!" Another tail flick went out to the kit as he assisted Yewberry forward into the den, once he got the lilac tom settled he turned to the lynx point with a curt nod, "Yewberry give Hyacinthbreath here a real good description of that rogue and I'll start gettin' ye patched up. Here, have a dandelion salad-my specialty." With poppy seeds so hard to come by he was being forced to learn a little more about the other plants in their territory and turned out his own namesake flower was a pretty good pain number when it came down to it. A large leaf was set in front of the wounded tom with the aforementioned clump of dandelion heads and he turned to poke his paws around through his stores to figure out what he had on hand. Most the wounds were superficial but a few needed a nice good wrapping of herbs and cobweb to keep them from being a problem.

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