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    ♥ "If sh-she wants to stay, of course... she can. We'll w-welcome her with... open arms." Doestar watched the adolescent tentatively drink from the moss, her wide, red-rimmed eyes frantically glancing over the scars that littered her pelt. Did her Clanmates genuinely think that she would leave a cat in need to the mercy of the elements, or even fall so low as to not allow her to stay once she recovered? Was she that despicable in their minds. She lifted her head to look at them. "I... couldn't find R-Rook-Rookpaw. We need to get h-he-her back t-to camp, qu-quickly." she could barely form a coherent sentence, wracked by nerves.

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    whisper looked at the panicking female. where was the leader? and where was this medicinecat they spoke of? this other female who seemed to hold authority, could barkey be understood. with a roll of her eyes, she attempted to stand but soon after collapsed with a groan. everything was spinning around her....


    [stij-ean-pie-er]

    19 moons - riverclan - medically inclined gentleman - Native American mannerisms

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    Stygian burst through the reeds, following Doestar, he had watched her look around for Rookpaw most obviously. Stygian had the medicinal nohow of the tribes. He approached the scene, ignoring the bickering. Allowing Doestar to give her water, and as Whisper attempted to stand he pressed gently against her to pin her down. "She's weak. I need Burnet..it looks like fern but smells like foxdung" he massaged her muscles gently. Accessing the situation without knowing anything was difficult.

    Tilting the molly's head with his paw, "If you can, I need you to tell me what happened" he spoke low and averted his gaze to doestar. He could carry whisper by the scruff all the way to camp no problem, he just needed answers, seeing as Rookpaw was away. The medical know-how was different than his, seeing as the tribe lived off of the clan's alternatives.

    the female shook her head in response. she couldn't. not again. it was too much for her right now. maybe one of the others would explainwhat was going on to this male. oddly enough, he seemed extremely comforting to him, and his gentle voice and touch was enough to calm her down. she looked into his eyes, as she was unsure of where else to look. what would he find in hers? fear? pain? sadness? what about this weird feeling she was gettting by looking at him?


    Sagepelt had seen Doestar running to find Rookpaw. He wasn't sure what was going on, but she looked incredibly panicked. His heart beat sped up from a pitter patter to a loud thumping, and he followed her in a hurry. What if someone was attacking? What if she was doing something she wasn't supposed to? Either way, he felt it his duty to stay close behind the leader. He felt as if he was obligated to go- almost like he'd promised someone that he'd be there. What he came upon near the river was neither of those options. He slowed his running to a slow paw-pad and approached the seemingly hurt she-cat laying on the riverbank. "What's happened? Can I help?" He asked, voice laced with nerves.

    [stij-ean-pie-er]

    19 moons - riverclan - intellectual medically inclined gentleman - British mannerisms

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    To his disappointment she only shook her head, the molly seemed to stare at him now. A strange cold chill past over the tom but he shook it off, averting his gaze to Sagepelt. "Can you get me burnet? it looks like Fern but smells awfully like foxdung" he asked the molly, no time to wait for Rookpaw.

    He blinked, but nodded his head quickly. "Y-Yeah!" Sagepelt dashed into the forest to look for this 'burnet'. He didn't have any knowledge on plants and herbs, but he still did his best to search. The striped tom had genuinely expected to run into it fairly quickly, but it didn't turn out that way. He was gone for a long time before he finally smelled something that seemed like foxdung, but wasn't exactly like that. He clamped his teeth down on the fern, and the disgusting smell filled his nose. He wanted to spit it out so bad.. But he didn't. He turned, and dashed back to the cats that were hovering around the hurt cat.

    the female glanced at the male as he ordered the others around. was he the leader? once more, she made an attempt to stand, hoping that she could brush it off, say she was fine and coninue on her way. it was clear that some of them didn't want her here. // rushed

    [stij-ean-pie-er]

    19 moons - riverclan - intellectual medically inclined gentleman - British mannerisms

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    "Thank you sir" he dipped his head, a glimmer of amusement within his eyes. Burnet was horrid but in his travels he grew accustomed to it. Retrieving the leaves from Sagepelt, dipping his head in thanks yet again. dropping the fern to the ground, he clawed it just enough to make it easier to eat. Nudging it to Whisper's muzzle before her attempts to stand. "Darling, no...no sweety you don't have the strength just yet...here " he pointed with his paw at the pile. "Tastes like rotten corpse, but it will give you your strength back" he added.

    with a nod, the female ate the herbs, wrinkling up her nose at the taste. she couldn't help it, the taste was so foul that she nesrly spit the herbs out as she ate them. or at least tried to anyway. once finished, she glanced back at the male, unsure of what to do next. / rushed + low muse ( endless mobile posts )


    (stij-ean-pie-er)

    19 moons - riverclan - intellectual medically inclined gentleman - British mannerisms

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    "You should regain your strength in no time. Let's get you back to camp" he mewed, stepping forward. "If I may, ma'lady " he paused. "Do you need me to carry you back to camp, darling?" he asked respectfully.

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