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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: georgia; color: black; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify;]Quietstar shoved past Eaglesoar so harshly he almost knocked her over. His eyes were lowered in distress, worry, anger. His heart hammered. Had she been hit? The tangy scent of blood filled his nostrils, but there was something deathly familiar about it.


    It reeked of home. "Blood Clan." he snarled, his roar over taking the situation. "Where is Blindivy?! Why is she not here and her apprentice doing her duty?" He snarled to a nearby warrior, subtly a command to fetch her immediately.


    This was not a job for a single trainee, no matter how skilled.


    He quickly laid by the younger warriors side, listening to Lavenderpaws instructions. "Everything is going to be alright." He repeated gently, laying his head next to hers. "Focus on me, I'm here. I'll always be here.."


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    [font=trebuchet ms]The small apprentice closed her eyes, listening to her own heartbeat thundering in her ears. Minnowpaw tried not to think too much about the situation... or rather, she thought lightly of it. How badly she wanted to let out a faint, awkward laugh as she'd normally do, saying something along the lines of, "Hahah, don't worry about me guys, really. It'll just make me look cool, right?" Or perhaps, "It's cool guys, I'll intimidate someone before they even get close to me now."


    But then at other points of her mind, her thoughts drifted into chaos. "I really do gotta retire now, huh?" "So much for being a good warrior." "No, it's fine. Stay here and clean the elders' ticks; at least you can do that much..." Hah. How cruel of Robinthroat, saying such a thing at a time like this.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 350px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][size=8] Smoke had been out hunting when he heard a bit of commotion, accompanied with the smell of blood. He veered towards the scene, his silver blue eyes widened with surprise. Immediately he could tell what had happened. For a moment he paused, shocked, even. The stench of Bloodclan reeked in the air as he lashed his tail. He stared at Minnie, his silver eyes enraged with fury. This was recent.. He snapped his head back and fourth between the cats.
    "If I'm quick we can still catch them," he offered, looking at Minnie still, "Should I?" he asked his leader for guideance. He decided not to say anything to Minnie directly because he wasn't close with her, and he probably wouldn't help at all. He was so taken off-guard that he almost began to panic.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:11px;line-height:1.5]It was overwhelming, truly. Far too much panic and fear filled the small girl's body, not to mention her yearn to acquire the correct herbs. She should have refilled her satchel before this.. stupid! You're so stupid! Of course Lavenderpaw couldn't help but blame the immense injury on herself. If she had.. if she had done something! Something.. then maybe this wouldn't have happened. Just seeing the state of her leg immediately told Lav that the girl wouldn't be able to walk properly for another moon. A snapped bone?


    "I need cobwebs! Now!" She thrusts over her shoulder in frustration, pulling out another small bundle but it was not nearly enough to quell the blood spilling from Minnowpaw's body. She needed more, and she.. "And-a-and get me.. Blindivy.. where's my mentor?" The whimper barely escapes parted jaws, blue eyes narrowing in pained fear. This wasn't supposed to happen.. why did this have to happen? Why was Blindivy never around?


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    Runningpaw had silently followed the small crowd once she heard calls for the medicine cats. Her small figure stayed in the background. She knew she shouldn't really be there. Any scene with Lavenderpaw and her in the same room was tense to say the least. But Runningpaw knew she could help. Blindivy was nowhere to be found, the warriors didn't seem to be listening to her calls for herbs and cobwebs. Her whole body was tense. Running didn't want to break the balance that had been struck through ignoring and general stepping around, but the pain that was swamping over Minnie, who was one of her only apprentice-aged friends was making her head hurt.


    She knew where the thicker cobwebs were weaved. It was near the small trees that twolegs had planted recently. She would rush over, pawsteps silent, her presence probably not missed in the slightest. With deft paws taught by the gentle hand of Thornbush she collected a stick and wrapped three thick layers. Runningpaw was careful that the creators of these webs were not swept into the clump. In her jaws went the stick and she trotted to lavenderpaw's side, depositing the medium-sized stick and the gift of cobwebs at her side like an olive branch. SHe backed away, softly whispering. "I'm here to get anything if you need it. You're doing great." The encouragement felt bitter on her lips and foreign, like eating a bug. But Runningpaw could see that in the absence of her mentor Lavenderpaw was floundering.
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    [font=trebuchet ms]Minnowpaw's gaze flit to Smokebreath as he neared, her tail twitching as she could start to make out the words again. "-should catch them," Her mind informed her. "Should I?" The smaller feline shifted uncomfortably at the thought, only freezing her movements as more pain rippled through her. "Sh... o," Minnowpaw rasped, unable to form her words fully. "Sh... o... grath." Sheogorath; I don't want anyone getting hurt, please don't just fight him because I was dumb enough to leave! She wanted so badly to call this out to the others, to beg them to leave it alone, but she was unable to make the words.


    The gray she-cat's head turned to Lavenderpaw, spotting red through her peripherals and unintentionally inviting another wave of stinging agony. "Calm... s... okay." "Calm down, it's okay." Yellow eyes now a bit more focused, she would glance to Runningpaw, only able to show her appreciation with the faintest twitch of her ears and a small tug at the corners of her mouth, which turned into a brief hiss as a dull ache was starting to form on her head, from where she could briefly recall the BloodClan leader pushing her head into the dirt before snapping her leg.


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    Bitterness floods her maw as if she just chomped on a concoction of envy, hatred, and irritation. It makes her want to throw up, but rather she stays focused in her work. She would not let Minnowpaw suffer any longer than she had to, all because the mere presence of Runningpaw got to her. Reaching out blindly, refusing to remove her gaze from Minnowpaw, she snatched up the cobwebs and suspended the rest of the blood flow. Never had she been more grateful for the process of coagulation. Her nose gently presses against Minnowpaw's forehead, whispering incoherent strings of comforts as she grips at the bindweed and stick an npc had brought over.
    "I-I.. I need to splint it.. and wrap it," she speaks to nobody in particular, but rather reassuring herself. She sets the stick in place, careful as she presses it up against the poultice which was upon the torn flesh. The bindweed is then carefully but shakily wrapped around Minnowpaw's broken leg, holding it in place. Now to get her back to camp, where a more thorough exam could be done.


    She just.. she wished Blindivy was there.


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    [font=trebuchet ms]++ Don't worry about it! I was paying more attention to my other account, oops.


    A purr, gradually rising from a faint rumble, formed in her throat as she felt the other apprentice's muzzle against her head, ignoring another dull pound in her skull and trying not to focus on her broken leg as Lavenderpaw would move it about in order to put the makeshift splint around it, nose scrunching and a tooth jutting out from under her top lip, prodding the skin on her bottom lip in the process.


    "Th-ank..." You. It was difficult to continue, her jaws shutting once more as a sour taste filled her mouth, glancing at her wounded leg. Why did I have to be so lazy when Robinthroat died? Her mind growled at her, causing her ears to lean back. Why couldn't I have gotten over it and trained more? Why am I so weak?


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    "You're not weak," she whispers as she hovers above Minnowpaw's head, working gently but certainly furiously on the wound marring the apprentice's form. When she spoke, oddly enough, her words were not directed for the injured girl. They were for Lav, who was reassuring herself, but the words would surely be heard by Minnowpaw nonetheless. Blood-soaked, formerly pristine white paws are all she can seem to see as she works. Lavenderpaw is not the healer of the clan, she's... she's the healer in training. This shouldn't all be dumped on her, and she knew that very well, but she also knew that Blindivy was nowhere to be found. She wasn't.. she wasn't there, and Lavenderpaw was not floundering. She was concerned, and on edge, but she was doing just fine. Just fine. This small encouragement was what kept her going, that and the knowledge that Minnowpaw was in serious danger.


    "We need to get her back to camp - someone get something to pull her on.. um, a large palm frond, or.. some large piece of bark. She needs to be back in my den, now!" Frustration surges through her veins, turning her blue eyes to a fiery electric cobalt. Minnowpaw was in pain, and Lavenderpaw knew this, yet... no poppy seeds could be administered until Minnowpaw was in a place where she could stay for a great deal of time. This was not safe. None of it.


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    [font=trebuchet ms]++ ffffffffff- when you literally love a mca oml. Lav is perfect, Min can't help but have a small crush on her and it's not hard to see why like seriously. Favorite high position I swear, right beside Quietstar.


    Minnowpaw looked to Lavenderpaw with wide eyes, actually believing the other read her mind and shifting her thoughts elsewhere. The way the younger apprentice always seemed to hold warmth and concern in her gaze, the way her attention was turned fully on her- No, nope, change those thoughts now; Minnie quickly looked down, which received its own wave of agony from her flanks that caused a sharp intake of air, removing the blood from her cheeks as she kept her heartbeat regular again. "Can... walk." I can walk. She grunted, clenching her teeth after she finished speaking. Really she wasn't sure how well she would do with the task, but she managed to make it to the border by herself, at least,


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