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Post by Fawn on Oct 31, 2019 21:04:06 GMT -5
Lionstar The crown is getting heavy But they've written my name in the stars The journey from the Great Maple to the camp seemed to take moons. Each pawstep was more painful than the last, and Lionstar's flanks seared with fire with every movement, further hindered by the vicious ache between his shoulders. When his Clanmates cleared a path for him to the medicine cat's den, he stumbled onto an empty nest gratefully, grunting from the impact, partially laying on his side and partially on his belly - which was the only part of him that didn't hurt. "Demon--attack." He wheezed, dizzy from the bloodloss. StarClan, he must have left a trail of it from the Maple right into camp. He'd have to... to tell Gorsetail-- no, Pumafang, to be on guard for predators. To watch out for Demon.
Stay awake, mousebrain! He gripped the moss bedding until he felt his vision begin to lighten around the edges, fending off the welcome darkness of unconsciousness for a few moments longer. He heard voices nearby, no doubt telling Falconstorm what he could not. That Demon had attacked their hunting party, and that Lionstar had thrown himself head first into danger to ensure Foxfur - and the others - survived to tell the tale.
Lionstar numbly tried to take stock of his injuries, but his thoughts were clouded by pain. His sides had been scoured by Demon, long claw streaks on either side, with bits of dense golden ticked coat still semi-attached to their brethren. His back, though... Lionstar tensed his hind legs and made a feeble swish of his tail, rasping it over the moss bedding. He felt that. He could still use all his limbs. Lionstar allowed himself the chance to close his eyes, his voice hoarse as he murmured into the richly scented den. "Just catching my breath." He forced one eye open, expression serious. "Let Honeysong and the kits know I'm okay."
He didn't feel okay, but he wasn't about to let them work themselves into a frenzy over him. He did not regret his actions, not when most of the hunting party had returned home. I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long It's good to be king 102 Moons || TreeClan || 340 Words || JusticeGreenleaf 19 Unpredictable, scattered rain showers throughout the night and day only worsen the flooding as the ground is already saturated with water. *NightClan and RainClan camps are uninhabitable and most of RainClan's territory is under water.
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Post by Justice on Oct 31, 2019 21:27:16 GMT -5
It was lucky he'd returned when he did. Despite the weather Falconstorm still relentlessly went to gather herbs when he could, often ignoring the escort he had to endure shadowing him as the sole medicine cat of TreeClan. So when a member of the hunting party returned, panicked and calling for him, he knew something had gone wrong. The world ground to a halt as they told him that Lionstar had been badly injured, that Demon was in the territory, that the entire hunting party had returned. At what cost, he wondered, and bolted from where he'd been standing, dropping the herbs to the ground in his haste to return to his den. "You idiot!" He bellowed at the tom as he told him to tell Honeysong and the little ones that he was okay. "Absolute mouse-brained ball of fluff!" He raged at the aged tom, dragging a large leaf he kept for just these sorts of emergencies over and piling the herbs and other bits he'd need onto it before dragging it over to Lionstar's side. So much blood. Had to stop that first. He worked quickly and quietly, completely focused on what he was doing and ignoring the blood staining his paws as he fought to keep the TreeClan leader from losing another life. His blue eyes flashed a second and he just had a moment of knowing. Another life was already gone. How many was that for Lionstar? How many were left? Was he so foolish as to risk leaving them all before his time? "Be still." He told him gruffly, pressing ground and chewed herbs into the woulds to fight infection from the deadly claws of their worst enemy. Prevent infection, cleanse the wounds and stop the blood. Then set broken bones if there were any and give the patient any needed pain relief and something to help with breathing and fever if needed. The medicine cat had no idea he was rambling off what he was thinking, speaking aloud as he went through his methods in order to save Lionstar. "You can tell her yourself, after she gets done fussing over you. StarClan forbid you die permanently without telling the one who loves you the most goodbye. I don't care how much StarClan hates me, if you cause my mother to despair like that I will put myself in a deep dream and shred you in StarClan myself, then drag you back to apologize to her before killing you again." Oh he was angry. He was scared, he was angry, and he was just frantic. He had to make this work, Lionstar couldn't die, not yet. Not like this, to that blasted Demon. Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Nov 13, 2019 21:34:23 GMT -5
Lionstar The crown is getting heavy But they've written my name in the stars A sharp hiss of air squeezed past Lionstar's teeth as Falconstorm pressed herbs into his wounds. He felt his pulse pounding inside his skull, as if pressurized and desperate to get out. A slow, controlled breath eased some of the pressure, and he tried to will his body to lose its tenseness. The sudden surge of agony from Falconstorm's minstrations made his pupils narrow, his body wanting to curl in on itself in a confused attempt at self-preservation. The fight-or-flight response was strong, especially strong in a cat who had others to fight for.
They're safe. The hunting party returned. He repeated this in his head until his limbs no longer locked, and he was able to find the discipline to keep still. He trusted Falconstorm with his life. Even if the dense-furred healer was shouting insults and making threats upon the very life he was desperately trying to save.
"Get in line," Lionstar rasped, a pained chuckle slipped out inside a heavy breath. "I have a lot of enemies, what's one more?" It was a poor joke and he knew it. He blamed it on the bloodloss and, to soothe whatever renewed fire he'd likely stirred in Falconstorm, he murmured. "I still have lives left. I plan to live them all next to Honeysong and our kits."
Demon had made a valiant effort, but Lionstar's life was not going to be robbed so easily. He had fought, his warriors had fought, and they had limped away with less casualties than Lionstar had honestly hoped for. The golden tom shut his eyes again, falling into a kind of numb, thoughtless state as he focused simply on feel. Despite Falconstorm's incredible vehemence, the touch upon Lionstar's bloodied flanks was diligent and brusque. Not unkind. Not without finesse.
Bluejay taught you well, Falconstorm. Maybe it was the delirium kicking into full effect, but Lionstar almost felt the urge to purr with something like pride. StarClan knew that its relationship with TreeClan's medicine cat had not been easy these past few seasons.
But it did not hinder Falconstorm's ability to help others. When he was needed, Falconstorm rose to the occasion in valiant fashion. A warrior's heart paired with a healer's knowledge.
"Dad! Dad are you in there?"
The angry words and fear-musk of Brackenstride outside the entrance flung him out of his weak daze. "Don't come in here," he ordered, raising his head from the stained moss, his voice already lowering to that reprimanding octave. "I am fine. I want you to check on Timberfrost and the others. Go now."
There was a lingering pause outside the entrance, and Lionstar counted down the heartbeats it took for Brackenstride to finally emit a low growl and turn away. He was like Falconstorm, in that respect. When someone they loved suffered injury, the first emotion that sprang up from the well was fear, and they wrapped it up in anger as a defense mechanism.
"Timberfrost was injured as well," said Lionstar, laying his head back down. "I don't know how badly. She may be trying to soldier her way through." Chances were, she should have been in the healer's den right next to him. I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long It's good to be king OOC: Ivy & Lily do not have to make an appearance here, just wanted them to know what's up with their dad. xD Timberfrost making an appearance is also optional but she should definitely get treated at some point x'D
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Post by Justice on Nov 14, 2019 15:28:57 GMT -5
He hit Lionstar with his tail. "Hush you, no back talk." He snarked, ignoring the other tom's blood getting on his pelt as he finally got the bleeding under control. His ears twitched and moved to be towards his den entrance when he heard movement there. Brackenstride. Well, another stubborn tom for him to deal with. Except that before he had to interfere on behalf of their injured leader the golden tom took care of it himself. At least he wasn't hurting enough to be unable to speak firmly enough to deal with his son. When Falconstorm heard that more than just Lionstar had been badly injured he hissed between his teeth. "When you are no longer in danger of dying, again, I will track her down and drag her back here clawing and hissing if I have to." He wouldn't be taking no for an answer when it came to the health of his clanmates. After awhile the long haired tom breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down near the entrance of his medicine den to rest for a few minutes before he'd go in search of the rest of the hunting party to treat their injuries. And drag Timberfrost back to his den if he had to. His pelt felt sticky with the mess all in it, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He'd go take a dunk in the river later to clear it up, as much as he hated to get wet. "You'll make it now, but you are also staying here for the next few days at least. Until I'm sure your wounds aren't infected or reopen to bleed again. Do you want some water?" He'd have to move the other into a clean nest and dispose of the dirtied moss when he got back up. Fawn
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Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Nov 14, 2019 20:01:34 GMT -5
Timberfrost The story's getting old but my heart is getting colder Each movement was becoming more and more painful as time passes. The raggedly torn won on her leg still bled, just not as profusely as earlier. Three scores ran through the massive tabby's left side, the one on her flank wasn't too deep, and the small wound a little lower on her leg had already stopped bleeding.
It was large, gaping wound that tore through the flesh of her hip that was causing problems. The exposed flesh was red and swollen, crimsion caking her dark brown and striped fur, droplets trailing after her with each staggering limp.
Within the time the lynx had delivered it's powerful blow she had gone from running away in an attention to lead the monsterous cat from Lionstar's broken body, to a steady walk before the searing heat of pain forced her into a limp on her way to rejoin them at the Great Maple. However, she was met with strong scents that lead off towards the camp as paused near the massive tree.
It didn't show within her facial features, set to stone like a soldier as she powered through the pain. Ears flickered at the faint noise of wings ruffling, the forest seeming to return to a quiet normalcy now that Demon had taken his prey and disappeared back into the mountains. Cerulean pools where as cold as ice, nothing getting past that frosty barrier she put up, but even she knew that with such a wound that Falconstorm needed to examine her pretty quickly.
But she could muscle her way back to camp for now.
"Timberfrost!" A familar voice caught the massive tabby she-cat's attention as the heavy scents of Treeclan grew stronger as the entrance to camp came into view. The gingery coat of Redbird came darting forwards, her feathered tail streaming behind her, despite her brave face the larger feline could the worry and panic within Redbird's golden gaze. "Thank Starclan you are alive, Foxfur told us what happened and-" Her eyes widened as she caught sight of the gruesome wound upon the massive cat's side.
Timberfrost merely flicked her tail dismissively as she limped her way towards Falconstorm's den, Redbird trailing slightly behind to keep an eye on her just in case. Her ears flickered as she caught the sharp remarks from the warrior turned medicine cat, and somehow the tabby didn't doubt his claim to drag her back should she refuse. Lucky for him, she was strong but she wasn't a mouse rain.
"Keep your fur on, no need to drag me anywhere." Timberfrost's cold retort sounded as she limped forward, the toes of her left hindleg barely able to hold her weight as pain throbbed with each beat of her heart. Feirce cerulean pools glanced over to where Lionstar sat, blood coating his fur, giving him a rather ragged looking image to his once magestic form. How ironic was it, that the tiger and the lion sat here, yet they both were shields to their clan.
He just happened to have more lives to spare in doing so.
"You look like you've been to Starclan and back." Despite her frosty tone, there was an undertoe of sarcasm the fell from her throat as she dryly teased her leader. However, just as quickly as that light of amusement touched the pale blue of her eyes did it disappear back behind the wall of ice. Once again the cold tempered feline fell into the near emotionless soldier of Treeclan.
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Post by Fawn on Nov 27, 2019 20:19:53 GMT -5
Lionstar The crown is getting heavy But they've written my name in the stars Falconstorm swatted him with his tail. Lionstar chuckled, the sound low and weary. He had no doubt the medicine cat would hold his word - that he would go out and drag Timberfrost into the den if he thought it was paramount to saving her life. Falconstorm was spared the trouble, however, as the impressively-sized tabby warrior's body briefly blocked out the light as she moved in.
"You look like you've been to Starclan and back."
Lionstar grimaced. So she had seen him die. Who else had seen it, apart from Foxfur? It was a scene he wanted no witnesses to. Even if he were to pass on quietly in his sleep, he would always prefer the dignity of a solitary death over a gruesome end with an audience. Not for any sense of pride. But for the pain it would spare them, no matter how small.
"Better me than you," he replied, meaning it. He would sacrifice his life many times over for the sake of his Clanmates. Timberfrost would do the same without question. Without hesitation. It was a testament to her character. Timberfrost had only one life to spare, however. Not only would it be a great loss for TreeClann on both a general and a personal level, Timberfrost's death could have a profound impact on Pumafang.
The massive brown tom kept his emotions sheathed, but every cat, no matter how composed, had a breaking point.
The loss of a mate was a terrible, terrible thing.
"Water would be great, Falconstorm," Lionstar mewed gently, his thoughts coming back to the question asked before Timberfrost's timely arrival. "After you've treated Timberfrost, of course." He wouldn't die of thirst. And it was as Falconstorm said. He would no doubt be here for at least a pawful of days. The trouble with reaching senior warrior status was the slower healing process - and he'd been considered 'senior' fourty moons ago. I've been building up all these kingdoms for so long It's good to be king
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Post by Justice on Nov 27, 2019 20:56:22 GMT -5
"Don't you get sassy with me too." He bit back, coming to his paws and helping Timberfrost into a moss lined nest. "Be still now, I'll be back with some herbs to treat this." He was already tired, blood thick in his pelt, but he wasn't giving up. More and more, times like this made him realize how much he really needed an apprentice. So far, however, one hadn't really struck him as fitting what he wanted. He would get there, sooner or later. Once Timberfrost was settled the medicine cat went to toss the herbs and supplies he needed onto his trusty large leaf then drag them over to his patient. The large tom made a clicking sound as he went back and forth a few times to get what he needed, not that he'd forgotten, but he just needed more herbs than would fit on his leaf. He sniffed at each open wound first, making a face at the heavy scent of Demon on all of her wounds. He'd expected it but still. Her wounds were jagged and swollen, and he could see bone through the deepest of the lacerations. His first priority, however, was getting everything stopped bleeding and do preventative treatment against the wounds getting infected. He bet she had some ugly scars when it was all healed, but that was aside the point. He worked diligently, applying herbs and spider webbing to keep her from bleeding out. "You'll be here a few days too." To keep an eye out for the injuries going inflamed and infected on both of them. FawnGhost the Undead Goddess
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