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The night was cool. Fresh air swirled along the territory, marking quiet places with the soft swish of a breeze. The landscape held a peaceful aura to it, with the moonlight making the ridges of shapes glow.
A whimper.
It was an intrusion of sound, and it was so much louder than the rest of nature that the land and air seemed to go mute. Uneven footsteps would stumble towards HawkClan's camp. The whimpers would continue, some long and some short, but all signals of pain.
A small cut above Winterwishes's right eye had been bleeding badly, and it dripped into her sight, causing one side of her vision to go fuzzy with red. This, of course, started up the waterworks in order to flush the liquid out, but since it just kept dripping, she kept crying. Not like this was purely an instinct from her body to protect her body - it was obvious she was stricken, so filled with shock that she couldn't exactly make anything out yet.
Though her fur was too thick to reveal anything, angry reds bloomed on parts of her skin, parts where muscle had been slammed against. The point where the most hits had been placed was her stomach and face, and though no blood stained her belly, her bottom lip had cracked and some of it's blood had dribbled down her chin.
She treated her midsection carefully, altering her pace and walking so it didn't hurt so much. This was a troublesome task, slowing down what would've been a twenty minute walk into a thirty five.
But she was finally here. Once she hit the edge of the camp, she collapsed from pain and exhaustion, then let out a shrill cry at the extra pain that came with hitting the ground.
[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; border-top: 1px solid silver; width: 300px; font-family: times new roman; color: #A4DCD1 ; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]They had not any sort of healer, but this was why Historia wanted every member to know at least basic first aid. The chief's efficient eye cast over Winter. The shock would almost be welcome with the treating, but would be treated later. The bleeding, everywhere, needed to be stopped. "Some water, Mei." Historia requested, eyes cool ( perhaps not calm, but they weren't not calm either). She flower printed some marigold and dock, aiming to apply pressure to some of the wounds on the body, treating it with the herbs simultaneously. [/fancypost]