damn this hurts. mc/a

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]her stomach was in shreds. sure, there were the little patches of blood and scratches and beginning bruises on her back and sides from her scuffle with dearlea, but her stomach and chest were bloody messes. her legs shook under her own small weight, and the calico femme stumbled into the medicine cat room, her breathing slightly ragged from the wounds inflicted on her body. she didn't have a proper mentor, she'd never gotten fighting training. what in the name of hell had made her think she could tangle with any cat, much less a bloodclan cat? they were brutal. blood ran down her legs and the moment she got inside, she let herself fall to her flank, wincing as the scratches and bites on her sides were pressed against the flooring.

    [align=center]"Forests! What happened to you?" Atticus inquired looking up from his perch on one of the counters.

    "Oh, gosh. Atticus, may I treat her. Herbally? I've just had so much private training now, and I know UMCAs can only treat with a medic's permission..." Strawberrykit trailed off, trotting over to the medic.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]the callie looked up to him, panting slightly. her ears were flat against her head, her pupils were dilated and her tail was lashing, adrenaline still pumping from the battle. "i fought," she replied to the voice, not bothering to look at who was speaking. "i fought, and i've never had a mentor, or a second of battle training. plus, i fought against this she-cat... dear.. dearlea i think, was her name... is she someone important?" she squirmed slightly, trying to get comfortable, but colorpaw couldn't find a comfortable position; everywhere hurt. "because.. because i must say, even though i've never fought before, i could tell, she was really good.."

    [sup]holy. shit.


    eyes gazing at the apprentice's stomach, Darcy realized that that was probably one of the most gruesome injuries he had ever encountered. it surprised him she was not unconcious, but that was still a good thing. padding up with some water, the medic held it to her maw. "drink, love." the tom instructed before tossing her a rather quizzical glance. "haven't you got a mentor?" he asked before turning to assist Atticus with cobwebs.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]her blood-splattered sides rose and fell sharply, beginning to grow nervous. she hadn't looked at her stomach, she didn't want to see. she wanted to ask if it was bad, but she'd look stupid. of course it was bad. she obeyed the medic and lapped at the cool, moss-soaked water, then pulled away for a moment. she'd look like some of those kits that thought they could fight a full grown cat or wolf just because they had powers: foolish and stupid. "... no.." she replied, looking away slightly. the fight had exhausted her, and her muscles were aching. it had been more physical exertion than she'd ever had before.

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    Bombshellpaw's own hazel orbs widened in surprise as she gazed down upon the bloodied mess of Colorpaw, damn, someone had surely down a number on her. "Atticus, need any help?" she mewed, voice quavering. Blood never did receive a good reaction from her.

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    [justify][sub]"I can help too." the Siberian husky replied as he came up beside Bombshellpaw. The baby blue eyed canine flicked his curled tail as Kurt examined the injured she-cat.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]The she-cat groaned. "Excuse my language, but I honestly don't give a fuck who helps, can someone just please do something?" they all seemed to be dancing around it, and she didn't know that medic apprentices needed to get permission first.

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    Bombshellpaw nodded her head quickly, nibbling her lips in worry as she quickly hurried to the shelves where the herbs were layered, pulling out herb after to herb to find the right one. She'd need to clean it up later, but who the fuck cared, like she said, it didn't matter. She took two poppy seeds and a leaf of thyme, wrapping the seeds up in the small leaf and pushing it towards Colorpaw. It'd work to relieve shock, as well as stop the pain she was feeling. She began to chew up marigold and dock, the thick creamy greenish yellow paste was spat onto another leaf, frantically working once she was given the sudden wake-up call.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]the sunclan apprentice nodded to the the medic and lapped up the seeds, then rested her head against the ground. funny. while most of the apprentices were at the ball, she was in a fight, getting torn to shreds. sighing, she shifted her body to make it easier for the she-cat to get to the worst wounds.

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    Bombshellpaw began to apply the paste to the worst of the wounds, gently rubbing it in so it didn't apply more pressure, but enough to start it's own process of healing.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]sorry for bad post Dx


    "so i guess i just... lay here?" she rambled, resting her head against the ground and closing her blue eyes.

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    "Well, what do you think?" Bombshellpaw murmured, finishing up on rubbing the paste to the injuries. Once she was complete, the femme tore off a piece of soft cobweb, rubbing the dry and sticky material over the poultice and wrapping them together.


    > that's fine, i've got low muse ^^

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]the she-cat winced softly, gritting her teeth. "how long until i'm healed?" suddenly she was overflowing with questions. "what can i do and not do? how badly will this affect my training? will there be any permanent damage?" she had more, but this seemed like enough, for now.

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    Bombshellpaw shrugged her lean shoulders, licking one of her paws to get the pungent taste of marigold and the feathery texture of the cotton web off her tongue. "However long until you are not in pain, and the cuts have sealed. I'd assume, at this rate, a week and a couple days?" she didn't really know to be honest, the exact dates, but if she stayed in bed, took her medicine, and had the bandages changed, it could begin to heal faster, "With injuries like this, you may get a small scar where a injury was most prominent, but no further." the cream tabby explained, stretching out her frame.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]colorpaw blinked in surprise. "w-wow, really?" she tried not to let kitten-like excitement come off in her voice, but it was hard to hide how surprised you were. fuck, she'd gotten her internal organ practically hacked out through her stomach and chest cavity. the gen. 5 apprentice smiled down at her wounds slightly. she'd narrowly missed a lot of hell.

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    Bombshellpaw nodded her cream head, putting away most of the herbs back into the shelves. "Yeah, anyways, you should get some rest."


    > rushed

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]that's alright.


    no ideas </3


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    the calico nodded and closed her blue eyes, allowing the poppy seed's calming effect work its way over her aching body.