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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Jun 3, 2020 21:00:39 GMT -5
Nightpaw looked at Poppyclaw. “W-well, I think my eye is swollen, my nose is scratched, I think,I got bit somewhere on my leg, and got scratched somewhere. I’m not really sure, all I know is that it hurts!” She hoped her condition wasn’t to bad, or even worse! She couldn’t fight any more!
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Post by Catsquid on Jun 5, 2020 4:55:08 GMT -5
🙛Cypresspaw🙙She-cat | Apprentice | 11 moons In camp, unoccupiedCypresspaw made it back to camp fine. It looked oddly empty, especially after a victorious battle. None of the other apprentices were in camp, which was especially strange since there were five of them, excluding herself. She shrugged it off- those kits were probably too tired from just watching the battle and went to sleep early. Scanning around the clearing once more, she saw that her mentor was nowhere to be seen either. Cypresspaw figured Grasswing would show herself sooner or later if they still had more training to do today. Until then, she decided to groom her ruffled fur outside the apprentices' den.
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Post by Citrine on Jun 6, 2020 9:58:44 GMT -5
"Alright," Poppyclaw replied, then motioned the other cats to leave with a flick of his tail. He didn't need anybody standing around gawking while he worked. Then, he moved to get the herbs he needed. He set to treating her wounds, applying a pulp to the scratches, plus cobwebs to any areas that needed them. "You should stay here for the night," he told her once he was done. "I doubt it's too serious and will cause complications, but it's better to be safe." Besides, they had enough nests left for her to get one. Luckily, there hadn't been too many cats that had been heavily injured. ( I don’t know what I’m doing )
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Jun 6, 2020 10:04:07 GMT -5
Nightpaw nodded. “Thank you, Poppyclaw.” She sat down in some moss, trying not to rub off the poultice. That would be terrible, since then her wounds couldn’t heal! At least they weren’t serious, unlike Fawndash. He had fainted because of that bite... it must’ve been painful. ( Citrine) Snakepaw went outside of the medicine den, not wanting to disturb any cat. He felt ate same bad feeling again, the same one when he couldn’t,don’t find Nightpaw. But this time,mit was worse, knowing ashy she was hurt. “Hey Lionpaw? Do you think Nightpaw is going to be okay?” He just wanted some cat to talk too... ( 😺QuietStar😺)
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Post by 😺QuietStar😺 on Jun 6, 2020 11:53:52 GMT -5
Lionpaw turned to Snakepaw, hearing his question. "Yeah, I mean she tied to come to us when heard us calling for her." He sighed. "I don't think she was as badly hurt as Fawndash for example." He added. "I sure hope Daisyheart doesn't want to kill me for leaving camp.." He murmured to himself.
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Jun 6, 2020 12:00:30 GMT -5
Snakepaw nodded. “O-okay! I guess your right, but I’m still worried about her! What if she gets hurt again? What if she dies? Ahhh! Theses feelings are to intense! Here, Lionpaw! Can you help me, I don’t know, just do something?! I really don’t want to think of Nightpaw right now!” ( 😺QuietStar😺)
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Post by 😺QuietStar😺 on Jun 6, 2020 12:22:38 GMT -5
"Hmmm." Lionpaw thought for a moment. He got up and went over to the nursery, flicking his tail to motion for him to follow. He poked his head inside, trying to see if the kits were awake. He stood in he entrance, turning to Asterheart. "Can we play with the kits?" He asked.
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Post by I don’t know what I’m doing on Jun 7, 2020 20:06:04 GMT -5
Snakepaw nodded. Ah, playing with the kits! He always felt a good feeling in his heart whenever he played with them. It was a nice thing! Snakepaw thingy that emotion was called... happiness? Cats had weird names for emotions! Why not just call it ‘Good feeling’? That would be way easier to remember! ( 😺QuietStar😺)
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Post by Lily~Myth on Jun 7, 2020 20:32:43 GMT -5
Curlstripe
Curlstripe had gotten his injuries treated once the patient list dwindled and those injured far more had been treated first, I wonder when Ravenstar will address the clan..... more patrols and sharp eyes out for those mangy pests... he thought to himself as the striped warrior sat in the clearing by himself, he fought the urge to peel back the small cobwebs from his leg and internally chastised himself for thinking of such a kitish (childish) thought. The tom looked around to see that things were cooling down and despite a slight fear in the back of some minds, calmed down for the meantime.
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