All I Need [open, ShadowClan exile severely wounded]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Death didn't really feel like anything. He didn't feel pain. He didn't feel good either though. It was a strange middle ground where it was impossible to keep his thoughts focused, harder still to make his mouth form the words he was thinking. The fallen warrior was talking, he could feel the rumble of his own voice in his throat, but only broken sentences and phrases left his parched lips.


    How far had he traveled? To weak to hunt his own prey. But bleeding enough to attract predators that thought he was prey. Fending off the first badger had been well enough, he'd had most of his strength then. The next had been luck and he'd come off with fresh, new wounds for his trouble.


    That had been three sun rises ago. Without food or water. His amber eyes were glazed and feverish. Only healthy, lean muscled limbs gaunt and weak.


    Both the scent of ShadowClan was strong on him still. It had only been five days ago that he'd been forced into exile. A pain he carried still. Probably the only one he felt still, hard on his heart. Perhaps the last thing on his mind before he drifted into what he was certain was his final sleep.




    // Injuries: half of his tail was bitten off. He has two deep, infected puncture wounds on the back of his neck. A few festering claws marks on his chest. And his left ear is ripped. He's got fever as well.


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    If we go! We go together!


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    Things had been.. Quiet since Whitestep had left for LittleNewt. While the small tabby tom would never have mentioned it. He missed the voice of the other male. Even if they hadn't gotten along everyday. LittleNewt felt a pang in his chest that he did not understand. LittleNewt had made it a small habit to go towards the familiar four trees- He had little knowledge of what clan the male had went to. But he hoped briefly to get a small tinge of the toms scent, To know he was alive as he hoped the same with sparrowstar and all the cats that had left. Fourtrees seemed like the most likely place to search? But still, The blind tom cat never got anything. He considered a few times crossing the border, But LittleNewt barely understood his own territory yet. There were so many bends and creaks that he feared if he wandered to far he'd become lost and never find his way back to the family he had developed in shadowclan.


    So thus he stood on the border to the clans, Sniffing the familiar air. But nothing touched his nose. The desire to cross and to just know, To just know if they were safe pricked his paws once more. Chewing on the inside of his cheek. His mother wouldn't have hesitated to go check. But LittleNewt wasn't his mother, He would never say it out loud. But he was scared of the unknown. He was scared of becoming lost and being alone. But, Today would be the today he swallowed his fears. It would only be a few steps he told himself. So he carefully walked threw the border, Those few steps he took soon became many. And LittleNewt found himself wandering threw a strange territory that seemed like a new world to him.


    The trees gave away to open lands. Which were difficult for the blind tom cat, The trees offered him markers. But this place.. He was just walking with no clear evidence of where he was or had been. Still, He made note to rub his cheek against anything he could, A scent marker to find his way back. Though this ment the cats of this clan would smell him certainly.
    He had just been considering to turn back, This was useless. What did he hope to find here? When a familiar scent tickled his nose. One LittleNewt knew very well, He could almost feel there nosed pressed together again. His lips mouthed the familiar name. "W-Whitestep..." The Oriental shorthair then found himself bursting into a sprint, Something he didn't normally do. Running made it easier for him to lose his way or trip. But now, He was running as fast as he could go. The smell of dried sour blood filled his nose. Had he lost another cat- Another cat in his life.. No.. He couldn't have. Whitestep and him were hardly friends, But LittleNewt.. He couldn't lose some one else. Before he knew it, His paws were slowing as the scent grew stronger. Carefully following it, His head low to the ground until he felt fur against his whiskers. "Whitestep!" He squeaked in alarm. The apprenticed sized tom was frozen, No responds.. Was the tom...? No. Nuzzling his nose against the other. He could feel his warm fur and the movement of his chest to breath. But the blood.. LittleNewt hated blood, But it was a strong smell here. Soon enough his tongue swiped across the others cheek, In a attempt to awaken the tom. "Buddy, Get up. We have to get you help. Come on buddy.. Please wake up."


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    Moonpaw was just patrolling the border when the smell of shadowclan and the strong smell of blood stopped her, she followed the scent until she saw two cats, one looked terribly injured and laying there should the other was trying to wake the other up, "who are you? Why are you two here on windclan territory? What happened?" She asked them walking towards them, in a calm manner.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]The sound of a familiar voice, a familiar scent, made the heavy warrior stir. Mouth opening to speak but only a few slurred, incoherent sounds left his lips.


    His amber eyes were slits of color as he struggled to open them, searching for something familiar in this strange place. But he was out again quickly.[/fancypost]

    If we go! We go together!


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    Littlenewt gently nuzzled the Tom once more, A worried expression on the blind toms face. His ears soon twitched at the sound of paw steps and he lifted his head. Blind eyes stretched wide as he took in the scent of a windclanner. "Please, my friend, he's hurt. I need help. " He begged softly. Though that probable didn't explain anything. LittleNewt could state what had happened later! For now his clan-mate was dying and he couldn't sit by and let such happen. Stumbling, Littlenewt asked. "Y-your clan. It has a medicine cat. Right? You can help? Can't you?" he murmured. Keeping himself close to whitestep


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    "Yes we do have a medicine cat, but yes I can help, one of our medicine cats kinda showed me what herbs does what, if I remember we need cobwebs to stop the bleeding, also we need some chervil, if his wounds are infected, and also your friend seems to have a fever, so we also need borage leaves, so you think you could find some in your territory?" She asked looking at littlenewt, " and don't worry I'll watch over your friend, I won't hurt him. "

    If we go! We go together!


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    //Mobile


    Relief flushed across Littlenewts face at her words, It was the voice of a young cat. But she seemed kind, stepping aside so she could access Whitestep. He found himself tensing though. He wasn't sure he could find his way back to the shadow clan territory. All the scents here were strange and new. But he swallowed and questioned. "I-I can try. What do they smell like?" Littlenewt was no healer. He knew moss well enough, But that was about it. He'd never really had much experience with herbs and doubt he'd easily be able to tell them apart. Swallowing, The small Tom questioned. "You don't have any in your camp?" he asked, He didn't trust himself frankly. He wasn't sure if he could find what was needed fast enough.


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    "Oh yes we do have herbs back at camp I'll just go get some" she raced off to camp and was back in a flash carrying cobwebs, chervil, and borage leaves, "alright now can you press these cobwebs on his wounds so that can stop the bleeding while I get cheerful ready."

    If we go! We go together!


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    Littlenewt stood still as he heard her paw steps race off. Moving closer to Whitestep. Feeling himself hold his breath until the windclanners paws returned. Hearing her words, He didn't waste a moment. Scooping up the cobwebs and pressing it against where the scent of blood was the worst. "Thank you sweet heart. " He began towards the apprentice. Whitestep would certainly die with out her. Speaking of, His ears flickered towards him. Listening for any sighs of breath. Slowly swallowing. He began."He was exiled from our clan. With sparrowstar. I went looking for him and found him like this. I-I didn't think he'd be in this bad of a state." Littlenewt began. Deciding to explain quickly what he could.


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    "Oh I see" she nodded as she looked at littlenewt's friend and pressed some chervil on his wounds, making sure she didn't miss a single wound, "so what is your name? Mine is moonpaw" she said as she pressed some cobwebs over the chervil , she went to the borage leaves and chewed them carefully and made them into a plump, as she nudges whitestep "hey wake up, please, eat this it will make you get better" she told him, hoping that this will work.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Pressure on his wounds were like fresh cuts. Withering the tabby lashed out violently, unaware that those poking and prodding at him were trying to help him. Vaguely Whitestep heard voices, faint. So far away and diluted he wasn't certain they were familiar at all.


    But there was a scent around his nose he couldn't ignore. One that caused the warrior to still, soothed by the familiar smell of ShadowClan and LittleNewt. He opened his mouth to speak, although no words came out. But it was the perfect opportunity for the young WinderClan to force the herbs into his jaws.[/fancypost]

    She saw his mouth open as she pushed the plump into his mouth as she smiles "please swallow this, it won't taste the best but you will not get better, if you don't please" she whispered in his ear with a calm voice.

    If we go! We go together!


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    Littlenewt Turned his head gently towards the young she-cats voice. Saying softly. "I'm LittleNewt. T-This is Whitestep. I can't thank you enough Dear. " He began. Keeping his paws gently on the moss. He lowered his head to give Whitestep a small nuzzle. Hearing his slight movement. He never figured he'd be in this situation. Whitestep and him were hardly friends! Were they? But still... Littlenewt couldn't let him die.. He just couldn't! Gently the Tom began. "Whitestep.. Please do what she says? Try.. Please. For me?" He began. Though that probable didn't mean much to the Tom cat. He then continued. "Please, Live. Don't make me and the clan mourn. You need to be strong and hold on..." The blind Tom continued.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]He swallowed the foul tasting herbs, peeling his eyes open. Hanging onto the edges of consciousness. Littlenewt was indeed the scent he'd smelled. The blind tom was hovering over him, as well as a stranger. WindClan. That was why he smelled.


    The ShadowClan warrior tested his aching limbs, relieved to know they were all still there. Mostly all. The empty place were half his tail had been bitten away was to painful to ignore. Whitestep didn't even try to move it, afraid of the pain. Amber eyes dazed he glanced at his clanmate, "what... ShadowClan?"


    What had happened in the days he had been gone? Had Thornfang sent Littlenewt and the other outsiders away? Was that why the blind tom was so far from ShadowClan? He longed to ask but couldn't muster the energy to form the words. He could only hope that his questioning gaze was enough.[/fancypost]

    "It is nice to meet you both" she sighed in relief as whitestep took the herbs, she turned and noticed his half bitten off tail, she placed some chervil and cobwebs on the exposed wound, "but tell me why was whitestep exiled, did he do something wrong? Cause it would be wrong to exiled someone who didn't do anything" she felt bad for whitestep, "if you would like we should take him back to windclan camp he would be much better there, I'll tell my leader that he is injured and needs help, you can come with me if you want" she offered knowing that if he was left here, he would die or be killed if left alone with no protection with these wounds.

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    If we go! We go together!


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    LittleNewt frowned for a moment, His ears flickering back as he thought. He then found himself saying softly. "There was a fight between SparrowStar and a elder known as Thornfang. He supported Sparrowstar and left with her when she was banished. Were perhaps not friends, But he's still a good cat." LittleNewt began. He didn't want Moonpaw to retract her help knowing he was exiled. His tail twitched before the blind tom nodded. "Yes, Thank you." He began. The apprentice was very sweet. But LittleNewt found himself realizing something. Whitestep was a pretty big cat. And LittleNewt even though he was a warrior was only the size of a apprentice. And Moonpaw seemed to be a little lady. It could be difficult for them to move him. But perhaps together? Or maybe they would need to get a bigger cat from the clan to help?


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    She nods as she grabbed whitestep's scruff carefully as she waited for littlenewt.


    (Should I make a new thread? When they are in the camp?)

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]He understood enough of what they said to know they were taking him back to WindClan's camp. Some distant, sane part of him recoiled at the idea of going so deep into another clans territory. But he was in no shape to argue and honestly didn't want to.


    Whitestep didn't want to die. He wanted to live. To find Sparrowstar and help her return home. To go home himself, because without ShadowClan who was he? Feverish eyes flickered towards the blind tom and he added silently, he wanted to thank Littlenewt. Weather intentionally or accidentally he'd come to Whitesteps aide. A familiar face and scent among all the chaos. For that he was thankful.




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