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    Mistyacceleration limped softly on the mountainous territory. Her voyage long, and her fur stained in her blood, and scar rippled down her shoulder. The sleek, young warrior huffed. Each step was like the pervious beatings she got from her prison. She made it home, Fadingstar's spawn was home. She got in the territory, BloodClan's sand stuck to her paws. Her pad ached and she dropped, her body sapped from energy. She was around the center of Camp, and her icy eyes dreary.

    [align=left][font=georgia]ooc;; spawn means egg or blood-children & isn't misty only an adoptive child of fadingstar's?


    ic;; Sharp pale olive-green eyes looked up to find a bleeding and injured warrior, smelling strongly of BloodClan and sickness. But very faintly, a hint of SnowClan soil. The Deputy got to his paws, eyeing Mistyacceleration curiously. Cyanspectrum didn't recognize her - not straightaway. Not when she looked so different, it didn't help that he hadn't known her well in the first place. "What happened to you?" he mewed curiously, not yet hostile.

    OOC: Oh shoot. I'm sorry... your right.


    Mistyacceleration groaned softly and she said weakly "I've been beaten."

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    "I'm here. And Paradisefalls is sure to come," mewed Winterkit. She wasn't sure who this cat was, but so far, Cyanspectrum and Sparkblossom didnt seemed aggressive towards her. Winterkit didn't need to ask what was wrong; obviously she was limping, had several deep cuts, and was covered in stained blood.
    Quickly, the small bengal ran back to the medicine den and grabbed some wetted moss, horsetail, lavender, marigold, poppy seeds, and cobwebs. From her short knowledge of herbs, the medicine assistant thought the herbs would be sufficient, and began trotting back to where Mistyacceleration was. Standing on her back paws and pressing her front paws against Misty's flank, the small feline began cleansing her patient diligently. Once finished, Winter began chewing the horsetail she had collected and spat the poultice on her paws, beginning to rub it onto Misty's wounds just as Divintiapaw had taught her.

    Paradisefalls padded over to see what was going on and instantly was concerned for Mistyacceleration. She looked a mess. However, it seemed Winterkit was taking care of her. He sat down and watched Winterkit but did not interfere. "Not to roughly," he advised. "What happened here?" he asked the others.

    It was Mistyacceleration who answered. "BloodClan. They, they used me." Mistyacceleration breathed softly. She rested her head on her paws and sighed.

    "That's horrible," whispered Winterkit as she grabbed some marigold on her jaws. Her plan was to rub it over the shallow cuts, but was that the right treatment? The bengal turned to look at Paradisefalls, not saying anything but obviously asking if that herb was right.

    Mourningpaw padded over. "Mistyacceleration? Is that you?" She sniffed the cat. "It is! I heard you yowl when they caught you but couldn't find you." Mourningpaw had always wanted to become, a medicine cat, and she had an eye for that sort of thing. "Check out the scratch on her flank. It might be infected, it's deep and doesn't smell right." She told Winterkit.

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    Winterkit blinked, then awkwardly shifted to the lavender and began rubbing a dock leaf and the marigold she had collected over the deeper wounds on Misty. It wasn't her personality to ignore Mourningpaw, but Winter was a bit annoyed at her sudden appearance and straight command.


    After each wound was rubbed over, Winter patched them with cobwebs and nudged some poppy seeds towards Mistyacceleration. "Eat these, please."

    Mourninpaw blinked. "Sorry. I'm just so surprised that she's back I wasn't thinking right. I shouldn't have ordered you around, you have a lot more experience than me and always will."

    "It's okay," Winter replied as she gathered the herbs she didn't use and sorted them back into the stock.
    Turning around to Misty, the Bengal added, "That should do it for now. Please come tell me or another medicine cat if the pain continued or you see a wound has gotten infected, etc."

    Mourningpaw blinked softly at Mistyacceleration. "It's good to have you back." She said, then went to her den.

    [align=left][font=georgia]Playpaw appeared by her father and her mother, blinking blue eyes calmly. "Your shoulder?" She turned to the Medicine Cat Assistant, "Did you see to it?" Winterkit was still only a kit and hadn't the proper herb training, so she might have not known what to do for that.

    "Yeah, they were bringing me here..." Misty started. She shifted uneasily to sit. Starting a story. "I was in a torture cave, the Highest Position's of BloodClan were there. They told me that I was a tool to SnowClan's death. I pushed them away. I fought. Once they had enough. One of the First Tiers bit down on my shoulder. Crushing it."

    Winterkit turned around to face everyone, and took a deep breath. This was all so much for her.. First the horrifying tales of Misty's kidnapping and torture and now she needed her shoulder to be healing now. How had Paradisefalls ever treated a broken bone? Winter shut her eyes, her mind boggling with memories.
    But Winter was young, only just reaching six moons. No miracles old be promised.
    Think about it, Winter told herself. The bone needed to be put in place and binded, and she neede rush to bind it; But for that to happen without pain, Misty needed to fall under a deep atheistic - poppy seeds! And then, if Winter cobwebbed and used a splint, maybe that could work?
    Of course Playpaw was here to, but did she know how to fix broken bones?
    "Loutuskit? Can you get me a stick? Not to thick, not to skinny, but strong and straight," mewed Winter as she grabbed two more poppy seeds and nudged them forward towards Misty. Then, turning to Playpaw, Winterkit explained her plain as calmly as she could.