guide me through the dark // joining + injured

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    It hadn't been the best start to a dreary day. It had been brutal, excessively so. It had begun in a blur as the loner was knocked over, her face crushed into the coarse pads and thick fur of an animal's paw, holding her head against the ground leaving her muzzle exposed to it's rancid breath as it exhaled across her face. It had been a shredding of pain as a pair of jaws clamped around her own bottom one and began to draw it open to the cool summer air. It had started with confusion, her eyes closed beneath the massive paw over her face as her jaw was continuing to open against her will. Then it grew into pain, shock. It was absolutely petrifying as she felt the corners of her mouth began to tear, splitting through the skin and forcing her mouth open to unnatural extents. Through the pain and shock of it all she could only think what kind of animal would do this? This was a beast of disproportionally loose morals.


    It had been a shock to her that she survived the encounter, let alone had managed to chase off the creature through her bleary gaze as her soft olive green eyes had been flooded with tears of pain and droplets of blood that rolled and smeared across her face like war paint. Through her foggy mind and cloudy gaze she had made it only a few steps before collapsing at the border of the deciduous forest residing clan. With her paws crumpled beneath the form of her lean body she looked tiny, like an oversized kit despite having been the age of a young adult. She looked pitiful, splattered in blood and caked in dust and dirt from having been forced into the ground by the dense weight of the animal that had incapacitated her.


    Soft algae green eyes trailed across the muggy shapes of trees and underbrush, uncertainty clouding her stare as she had no clue where she was and if she would survive. And if she did survive, would she be able to talk? What would she do? Pain seemed to be the last thing on her mind as it was like the tinkling of a wind chime in the back of her mind while her panic and many inquiries were like the resounding bang of a gong in the front of her fading consciousness. As her soft stare closed, her consciousness being controlled now by what felt like a high grade tranquilizer she could only hope that someone could find her soon because dying wasn't on her agenda.


    // so someone needs to come along and wake her up because she's joining. She has a dislocated jaw and her cheeks are split up to just beneath her eyes ;3 ain't that an oof

    Lavenderskies had excused herself from a border patrol that was returning back to camp, she still wanted to walk around a bit and hopefully lose some energy. Besides roaming through the lush forest always comforted her... the sounds of birds singing their sweet melodies and other animals chattering back and forth. It wasn't uncommon while she was roaming around to run into a loner every now and then that needed to be shown back to the border or back to camp if they wished to join. Hell she's even come across injured loners a few times but not nearly as much as the casual confused loner who didn't understand borders. Kinda like her at one point. So she wasn't shocked when a subtle breeze blew in an unfamiliar scent... quite clearly the scent of a loner. Or at least she thought, they for sure didn't carry the aroma of any of the clans.


    So her large gray and single white paws begin to carry her over to the scene, she was a bit... unprepared however for the rather gruesome scene. Even from a distance away when she spotted the past out feline there was something off about her jaw and most of their face looked bloodied. Were they even alive? With a shudder she pushes herself forward and with each paw-step she took the worst this looked. Until finally she stood at the side of the injured molly. Shes seen gruesome injuries in the past, on herself, on loners back in her days as one. But injuries such as this never did fail to make her feel a little nauseous. Poor thing. However what shocks her a bit is to see that the cat before her is indeed still alive, which meant she needed help, and Lavenderskies would be sure she got it before it was too late. But considering she was fully grown it wasn't like she could carry her, so she needed to wake the tan furred feline up.


    "Hey, hey, wake up." She says as she attempts to place a paw gently on the cats shoulder before trying to shake her awake. "I'm going to get you help, but you've got to work with me so I can get you back to our camp... we have someone there who can help you."

       

    For someone to happen upon her and actually attempt to get her the help she needed was unexpected to say the least. She had learned the hard way in the days after leaving her mother to travel alone that people were usually out for themselves and it was only once in a blue moon that she came upon someone with genuine and kind intentions. So of course when in the back of her mind as it was swimming in a never ending torrent of flood waters or high speed hurricane winds she felt the paw of someone gently prodding at her shoulder it jostled her awake shockingly enough.


    Soft, round eyes slowly fluttered open, pain reflecting within them as she was finally given an opportunity to fully understand her less than savory circumstances. Her eyelids felt crusted over with dried blood and dirt and her whole face felt like it was on fire, naturally, but she hadn't accounted for the feeling of her achy joints and tired limbs that seemed to be as useless as a twig as they were crumpled beneath her toppled form.


    Eyes stared blankly up at the foggy shape of the Skyclan deputy as the female's words went in one ear and right out the other. Nevertheless the chausie mix only nodded and began her vain attempt to stand. As expected her first shot went horribly causing her to tumble back onto the ground like a collapsing tepee of logs on fire. Her second attempt went a little better than the first as she managed to stand on her own for a few short seconds before yet again falling into herself. It was a pitiful sight she was sure. She definitely got the feeling that the forest cat was beginning to pity her like a sickly looking puppy that they couldn't possibly take care of.


    But as they say, third times the charm, and it seemed that saying was truthful for once as she finally stood, wobbly, but she was still standing. And with a sideways glance towards the deputy she offered the best attempt at a smile as she could before snarling lowly in pain at the sharp jolts in her cheeks where the lacerations reached just below her wide, circular eyes. Still, she had tried. But that was besides the point because with the sharp jolts of pain in her joints she was sure that she would soon cave into herself again and with a wave of her long tail she hoped that Lavenderskies got the message. They needed to go, now.

    Relief flooded through her when the feline woke up, Lavenderskies had feared the worst. She had seen cats get knocked cold out after injuries where it was a pain to wake them up, if even possible. Sometimes due to shock or well... because they were dying their bodies just went unresponsive to most things. It was a relief this wasn't the case here, because she was fearful that she could fetch Brookfur, help her with her shoulder, and arrive here on time before the molly's time was up. Or Lavenderskies assumed, it looked pretty bad and if she lost too much blood or well already had she would die. Clan-mate or loner, the cat still looked fairly young in age. In their prime still if she had to guess... it'd be sad.


    Especially considering Lavenderskies had been a loner once. She knew what it was like being alone... and when she was a loner personally for her the thought of dying alone with no family around her to be there in her final moments was scary. It'd be dumb to assume the feline felt the same thing, but she knew what it was like to be in a life or death situation. It was scary... and she was going to do her best to make sure this feline got helped and lived past this day with only scars as a reminder.


    Sympathy rushed through her as she watched the cat try to get up onto her legs multiple times. For a cat who had stood at the side of the BloodClan leader when he was bloodied and hurt with no sympathy or sorrow for him- it pained her quite a bit to see this feline struggle and fight so much against her injuries. Wildseas was different... he had brought pain onto someone who had practically been a child. She was positive he had inflicted pain onto others before... he had what happened to him coming. This cat most likely did not. When she tries to the third time, Lavenderskies was about to offer assistance but to her amazement the feline manages to stand on all fours. Shaky, but she was doing it, and was that a smile? The gray molly moves to the felines side and offers her assistance in case she needed to lean on her before she begins to walk in the direction of camp. What happened? What did this to her? Who did this to her? If smiling was painful talking must be too... she decides that overall it would be best to get her back to camp first and ask questions after shes rested and recovered a bit first.


    Assuming that the trip went... well okay as Lavenderskies peaked her head into the entrance of camp, assuming that the injured molly was still near her side she calls out. "Hey! I've got someone with me! She's injured." With that she then looks back at the molly once again assuming that she'd still be nearby her. "We're here now... we have a medicine cat called Brookfur and she'll patch you up. Just a few more paw-steps..." She gently tells her as she continues to slowly make her way toward the medicine cat den, and once they made it to the entrance she calls for the gray feline before instructing the injured cat to lay down in a nearby nest that she assumed Brookfur would be fine with. She decides to shuffle a few paw-steps away, but she stays planted within the den not wanting to leave yet. She wanted to know if the molly would be okay, and of course if Brookfur had questions she'd have to do her best to answer them... even though she didn't know much herself.


    //hopefully it was okay I powerplayed them getting to camp/the medicine cats den. Let me know if not and I can edit! <3<3 sorry for typos

    brookfur -   Minnownose

       

    Eyebrows knitted together in pain as she hobbled alongside Lavenderskies and in only a few moments they seemed to have reached the base of her little squadron of felines. That was reassuring. The names that the gray and white deputy called out didn't seem so unfamiliar to her as they had the prefixes and the suffixed of clan cats. Her mother had something similar to that. Her name had been Cougarstar. 'Course, Shark had never really learned what any of it meant. She was a bit of a terrible listener. Nevertheless she had vague memories about the stories her mother had told and she was well aware what a medicine cat did. Although if she hadn't known before the name was more or less a dead giveaway.


    Hunkering down in the nest she had been guided to she painstakingly made herself comfortable, laying down on her side to finally allow herself to rest her head and her obviously dislocated jaw. Although it hurt it was definitely better than having it hang loosely as she stumbled along. Offering Lavenderskies a nod of thanks, her eyes flooding with gratefulness as she was finally going to get the medical attention she needed. Because this wasn't a good situation.


    // it's fine :3

    Shoving to her paws, wincing at the dull ache in her still healing shoulder, Brookfur's little grey head poked out of the medicine den, studying the cat that Lavenderskies was helping into camp. Calling out to them, Brookfur gestured for the pair to come to her den, even though they looked like they were already on their way there. Ducking back inside, Brookfur hobbled her way over to her stores and started gathering up herbs to use. Stumbling back to the newcomers side, the tiny Chartreux examined the wounds and made a small noise in the back of her throat as she took in the she-cat's appearance. "I'm going to have to reset your jaw before anything else. And it's going to hurt, because I can't give you any herbs for pain until your jaw is back in place." Brookfur's tone held a note of sympathy and apology in it, but other than that, her demeanor was calm, removed. She seemed different from the openly compassionate and emotional medicine cat she had been when she was younger.

    "speaking thoughts"

    The soft sound made by the medicine cat, although faint, was heard by the tawny feline. If it had gotten a medicine cat to make that expression then she probably looked worse than she expected. Stomach churning slightly now she unconsciously, through the pain, began to chew lightly on her tongue. The thought of having to reset her jaw with the lacerations on her face already had her sweating beneath her thick, short fur. She got the feeling that it was going to hurt more for it to heal than it did for it to get this way. But maybe, hopefully that was just her being a pessimist. Nevertheless she nodded along to the gray medicine cat's words. She would survive, hopefully.

    Taking a deep breath, Brookfur gently palpated around the area of the molly's jaw before she found a decent grip with her one good front paw and gave it a quick snap. The she-cat's jaw popped back into place with quite a loud noise and Brookfur couldn't help the wince that she cringed into. Nudging poppy seeds closer to the she-cat, the little Chartreux gave the stranger an apologetic look and spoke softly. "If you're in pain, eat some of those and they should dull the pain soon. I'm going to get to work on those lacerations."

    Brookfur immediately began chewing up some marigold for the wounds on the molly's face, feeling guilt churning her gut. She knew that relocating the she-cat's jaw had been necessary, but it still looked and sounded painful and Brookfur hated making injured cats feel any more pain than necessary. Sighing shortly through her nose as she chewed up the herbs, Brookfur tried to focus on the task at hand instead of on her consuming guilt.

    "speaking thoughts"