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Post by Justice on Oct 28, 2016 18:14:44 GMT -5
Honeysong We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold58 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan It had been a very good day. She'd gone on a hunt with a few of the other warriors and found several things to add to the fresh kill pile. With leaf fall in full swing and the days getting colder and shorter prey was becomming harder to come by. But they'd found two rabbits and a squirrel. Honeysong stopped on the way back to camp in order to get a drink from the brook. The sun was setting, and the light reflecting off the water was lovely.
She was briefly distracted by the sight, her head dipped towards the water from her drink when a branch floating down from upstream caught her in the side of the head. The she-cat yowled and fell into the water, briefly dazed. Luckily she was at the side so the water didn't go over her head, and lucky the gash, though it bled heavily, wasn't enough to knock her out.
The lilac cat heard a hissing sound near her as she pulled herself out of the brook. She was still dizzy from the hit to her head, and so didn't move out of the way in time. Pain lanced up her leg and the hiss got louder. Snake. She immediately started feeling sick and pulled herself away from the creature before it bit her again.
"Home. Have to...get home." But she was dizzy and she was beginning to hurt all over. Snake bite or the branch? She didn't know, and her focus was shot.
"...song? Honeysong!" She heard the voice and lifted her head, blearily staring up at the young tom standing over her. "Are you alright? There's blood everywhere." He yowled and paced hear her, butting against her side with his head. Youngster, apprentice. Dunepaw.
"Go...find help. Bit...by a snake." She heard the apprentice hiss.
"I'm not leaving you here." And despite his size, the young tom grabbed her by the scruff, ignoring her order to leave her behind for help, and started dragging her home.
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Post by Fawn on Oct 29, 2016 18:54:18 GMT -5
blinded by the light of a new sun take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
He felt the air take on a peculiar energy. A sense of dread, thin as morning mist, seemed to wreathe around the golden tom as he made his way out of camp. His steps did not falter, though the hair along his spine lifted in warning; he met the disaster head on, his pulse pounding in his ears as he spotted a pale golden apprentice struggling to carry the heavier body of a warrior. The body of Honeysong. "No!" Lionstar lurched towards them, his expression stricken. "What happened?""She was bitten by a snake," Dunepaw grunted with the effort to speak and carry her at the same time. Lionstar's heart plummeted. Is she still alive? Without needing to say anything, Lionstar took the burden from Dunepaw, whose legs were trembling, the young tom blinking gratefully at him while Lionstar ducked under Honeysong's body to carry her on his back. "Go ahead and tell Bluejay what's happened. Go!"Still struggling for breath, Dunepaw staggered off ahead of them, his tail fluffed out and his voice raising to call for their medicine cat. Lionstar's own heart was pounding so hard in his ears, he almost missed the tell-tale sound of Honeysong's breathing, though it sounded sluggish and wrong. He went as quickly as he dared into their camp, grateful for the enormous tree that gave them shelter - grateful that even with a cat on his back, they had plenty of room to maneuver. The golden tom's jaw was set hard, and he carefully laid Honeysong down in one of Bluejay's nests. Where were you bitten? There was a gash on her head that was extremely worrisome, and his stomach clenched, forcing himself to back up and give the healer space while she checked Honeysong over. She had better not die. He couldn't allow it. He couldn't lose another friend. leader of TreeClan
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Post by Insidious on Oct 31, 2016 12:50:23 GMT -5
Lionstar’s grief emitted off of him in waves. The ruckus outside of her den was difficult to discern from where she lay, but she could’ve sworn she heard the word blood dropped more than once by the time Dunepaw pressed inside and told her what happened. Bluejay slowly nodded along to his story; he was clearly shaken up, and once she had all of the information she needed, she leaned forward and rasped his tongue over one of his ears. “You were very brave, Dunepaw. Go and lie down, get some rest, and I’ll fetch you myself when Honeysong is feeling better.” If she was in the warrior’s position, she’d want to thank her rescuer personally. At this point in time, there was no telling if she’d make it—as the medicine cat had yet to see the extent of her injuries—but she didn’t want to give Dunepaw any more of a reason to fret. The apprentice looked exhausted, and she wanted to do anything she could to take some of the weight off of his shoulders. She saw him off with a gentle smile, and it left her with just enough time to collect some snakeroot for the bite before Honeysong was being gently lain in one of her nests by their Clan leader.
Her eyes lit up with surprise, but she carefully disguised it before Lionstar would think to look at her. Her head was muddied with blood, and anyone would initially think it was the source of the bite; she was deterred, however, because snakebite would hardly cause as much of a scene. If anything it would be slightly bloody, and possibly swollen or dotted with pus—and that was when Bluejay saw her leg. She chewed the snakeroot into a poultice and then lathered Honeysong’s leg, and then she moved to the back of her den and returned shortly with marigold and cobwebs. Once the marigold was chewed, and she was lightly pressing it against the wound on Honeysong’s head, she lifted her eyes to Lionstar’s. “The snakeroot will draw out the poison if the snake was poisonous to begin with. I’m not sure how far it would’ve progressed into her bloodstream by now, but we won’t lose hope.” She gathered the cobwebs into a paw and then secured the marigold poultice into place. “You’re welcome to stay here until she wakes up. Otherwise, I’ll send for you when there’s news.”
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Post by Justice on Oct 31, 2016 15:14:09 GMT -5
Honeysong We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold58 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan Her ragged breathing slowly levelled off once she was no longer fighting to stay awake. Really, if she'd been concious she would have protested the level of fuss she earned from their Clan leader, seeing as she didn't want to make him worry. Especially over her. She was only unconcious for a short time, enough for Dunepaw to drag her home and for Lionstar to bring her into the medicine den.
She squirmed as she felt the press of something against her head, amber eyes opening just before the senior warrior sneezed. The blood that had been running down the side of her head had also gotten into her nose, making her breathing a bit wheezy until it was cleared. She sneezed again then winced as pain lanced into her skull. "What hit me?" She asked softly, feeling sore all over. She was shaken, her memory ending with her collapse next to an apprentice. "How did I get home?"
The she-cat tried to sit up then hissed loudly as she tipped back over as the world swam. She noticed Bluejay then and tried to focus on the medicine cat. "There was a snake..." She offered, moving one paw helpfully. She had no idea that her little rescuer had already made sure they knew what had happened. Her entire leg was slightly swelled, though not from the snake bite. She'd be sore for awhile from the strain of pulling herself out of the muck of the brook when she'd fallen in as well as from the shock of being hit then bitten one after the other.
But, and most importantly, the snake hadn't been venomous.
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Post by Fawn on Oct 31, 2016 15:38:44 GMT -5
blinded by the light of a new sun take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem Lionstar paced around the exit to the healer's den, unaware that he was blocking the light with each to and fro movement - until Bluejay came over to talk to him. He listened solemnly, the fur along his shoulders and chest bristling at the word poison. The golden tom, his gaze full of consternation, set his sights upon Honeysong lying still in Bluejay's nest, his only comfort being the steady rise and fall of her flanks to indicate she still breathed.“You’re welcome to stay here until she wakes up. Otherwise, I’ll send for you when there’s news.”"I'll stay," he mewed immediately. But the Clan needs your attention also. You can't stop everything to look after one cat - old friend or not. Lionstar forced down a growl, shutting out that inner voice of reason as he moved to the far wall to avoid getting in Bluejay's way. Even in the midst of his fussing, Lionstar admired his former apprentice's resolve; she was perfect for this path in life, and now more than ever he was relieved she had found her true calling at last.With a smile that didn't fill up his face like normal (now was not the time for a smile like that), Lionstar called to Bluejay. "You have a better nestside manner than Littletimber." He glanced at Honeysong's injured leg, pride for the blue-furred she-cat showing in his voice. "If anyone can save her, you can."A sudden sneeze had Lionstar jolting in surprise, and at once a relieved purr burst out of his throat as Honeysong sat up and started asking questions. That was a good sign, wasn't it? While Bluejay moved in to tend to her, Lionstar spoke reassuringly, stepping closer so she could see him. "Dunepaw carried you almost to camp, then I found you both. Dunepaw went ahead to tell Bluejay about the snake..." Lionstar trailed off, puzzlement flickering in his gaze. "How did you get that gash on your head?"Lionstar drew in a ragged breath, holding the air tightly in his lungs in an attempt to keep himself calm. What if it was Grayowl? Lionstar thought of Willowfur, how her own traitorous brother had attacked her so badly she lost her memory and was in turn lost to TreeClan until a few seasons ago. A gash to the head... Was Grayowl trying to do the same thing to Honeysong? The next time I see Grayowl, I will kill him. leader of TreeClan
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Post by Insidious on Nov 8, 2016 11:54:21 GMT -5
She always knew Lionstar had faith in her as TreeClan’s medicine cat, but it was still nice to hear from him every once in a while. Honeysong was a close companion of his, after all, and his trust in her abilities—even with someone he held especially dear—meant more than she could express. She tipped her head in thanks, eyes sparkling warmly, before a sudden sneeze drew her attention back to her patient. Honeysong started to stammer out questions, asking where she was, and how she’d gotten back, but just as Bluejay opened her mouth to offer her some peace of mind, Lionstar was once again hovering over her nest and relaying the information. Bluejay was content to stand back with a simple, appreciative smile on her face. The two of them hadn’t been a part for a long time—thank StarClan her head injury wasn’t that serious—but it was a pleasant reunion to witness nonetheless.
“I have good news about the snake.” Bluejay offered as a means of comfort, slyly ghosting past Lionstar to tend to the she-cat’s leg. She examined the wound closely, and she was relieved to see that the snakeroot didn’t seem to be drawing out any liquids. “It wasn’t poisonous. You’ll be feeling back to yourself in no time, Honeysong.” Her expression was tinted with softness as she lifted her eyes to Lionstar’s. He wouldn’t lose another good friend on her account. “For the time being, Honeysong, you’ll need to rest that head of yours.” She made sure Lionstar would understand that it was a cue for him to take his leave. His Clanmate was in good paws, and Bluejay had no doubt she’d see the light of tomorrow. The sooner she relaxed, the sooner she’d be able to return to her warrior duties.
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Post by Justice on Nov 16, 2016 15:07:18 GMT -5
Honeysong We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in fields of gold58 Moons, Senior Warrior of TreeClan She started then winced, having not expected Lionstar to be there when she awoke. Bluejay certainly, she was the medicine cat, but not their leader. Honeysong blinked slowly, trying to encourage her head to stop hurting her enough to speak coherently. At least the questions she'd asked had been mostly answered. "Is he okay? Dunepaw?" She was worried first for the apprentice that had dragged her home, because he wasn't the strongest little tom even if she was a failry small she-cat.
What had hit her? Hadn't she asked the same question. Her eyes didn't want to focus on anything around her, which made her wonder just how hard she'd been hit. Her memory of the incident was fuzzy, but one thing did occur to her. "What happened to the squirrel I caught?" She shut her eyes and willed the world to stop being blurry. Of all the things her mind threw at her, this one seemed the least revelant to her situation. And what had hit her?
Bluejay's voice soothed her and she shifted so that she could look at the other she-cat. "That's good. I stepped on it in the water and..." Well she'd made it very angry, though she couldn't blame it for biting her. She'd have bitten someone too if they'd stepped on her while she was sleeping. "Thank you Bluejay." A pause. "Is everything supposed to be blurry like this?" She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep, but she had to answer to her leader and talk to the medicine cat.
"I think...I think I got hit by some drift wood, maybe a branch floating down stream. Its all a blur."
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Post by Fawn on Nov 19, 2016 0:03:46 GMT -5
LIONSTAR leader of treeclan Blinded by the light of a new sun Unsurprisingly, her first concern was for Dunepaw. Lionstar couldn't help but shake his head in begrudging admiration and frustration both. Worry about yourself first, you mousebrain! He wanted to yowl and gently lick her ears all at the same time. But Lionstar refrained, choosing to answer her questions in as mild and soothing a manner as the ruffled tom could muster. "Dunepaw was on his way to the apprentices' den last I saw him." Glancing once to Bluejay to confirm that she had sent him to go rest, the appropriately named she-cat gave an affirming nod, and he continued. "He's a little shaken up, but fine."
The squirrel? She's worried about the squirrel she caught? StarClan, he hoped that snake would choke on it. "I'll send a patrol to deal with the snake, and tell them to keep an eye out for that squirrel." It wouldn't be fresh kill for very long, but every little bit helped given the season. "You just focus on resting up," he mewed, his voice a combination of sternness and gentility, as if afraid to be too strict with her in case it aggravated her injuries.
Golden ears swiveled, catching the words that fell from their medicine cat's maw like drops of water in a desert. The snake wasn't poisonous! Thank you, StarClan. He would have to make a visit to the Moon Tree one of these days... Both to give his thanks for the fortunes they've had thus far, and to communicate his concerns with... those who would understand best the burdens of leadership.
Bluejay stepped closer to her patient, however, and Lionstar understood that he had been given permission to leave (more like told) even before she spoke.
“For the time being, Honeysong, you’ll need to rest that head of yours.”
Lionstar bid them both farewell, promising to Bluejay that he would bring her something from the fresh kill pile when the last hunting patrol returned, and that he would check up on Honeysong later on in the day. He had to get back to his duties; hovering around her and fretting like a nesting pheasant wasn't going to do anyone any good. She was in safe paws.
Still, he couldn't help being flabberghasted over the whole injury. Hit with a piece of driftwood. I can't let her go anywhere.
Take it to the world, gonna sing it like an anthem
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