Otterpaw - out cold

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    [justify]Otterpaw was out cold. Something must have torn her memory because she couldn't remember anything, even though she wasn't awake. Thanks to Hieroglyphpaintings she was safe and sound. She did have a pulse as well which was a good sign that she was living. The she-cat was in a coma.


    Nobody liked comas. Not even Otterpaw did. You know, comas are like long dreams that tell you things - the future, lets say, or maybe you could be transported to 500 BCE. No matter what comas weren't good things. Sometimes creatures don't wake up from them. But Otterpaw wouldn't be one of those that didn't wake up.[/justify]

    The cream medicine cat apprentice watched the Otterpaw from the shadows, ready to fetch a full medicine cat if they were needed. The poor apprentice had fallen into a coma, and Velocitypaw truly hoped that she would awaken.


    Not knowing much about herbs at all, the apprentice merely watched ready to do what she did best, get help. One day, she hoped to be that help, trained by the medicine cats of Sunclan, ready to aid anybody in need.


    But right now, she was watching Otterpaw. Nothing else.


    [justify][size=8]Otterpaw twitched. What she was dreaming? No one but her would ever know.


    The 4-moon-old apprentice silently was waking up by herself. But slowly. She would eat away at her body fat in the meantime. Maybe, eh, about one week. Or a quarter of a moon. What ever you want to call it.


    She was dreaming about Sabrestar and her mother and family and her daddy. Her dear, dear family. How she missed them dearly. She was dreaming that she was Sabrestar's apprentice, and that she was running around, playing with her family, while Silverwisp and Ottersplash were enjoying themselves. She would never had chosen this to happen.[/justify]

    Phantompaw had watched the poor cat in the coma. She didn't know much about comas. The cat looked like she was asleep, but she was still, like she was a dead cat. She didn't like looking at the cat in a coma-it made her want to shiver, or turn away. When she was little a cat hit their head, and they went into a coma, but they eventually died because they never woke up.


    Would this cat wake up? Phantompaw didn't know, and the silence that was hanging around the poor unconscious apprentice terrifying


    [justify][size=8]The apprentice Otterpaw was eating the inside out of her. She wanted to wake up so badly! Poor cat. Nothing she did would make a difference.


    [justify]Wraithring stalked into the shed, a few marigold leaves clamped in her jaws. The weather was getting warmer, but she still couldn't get a good load of leaves in one trip. The medicine cat dropped her bundle as she spotted Phantompaw and Otterpaw. "Why's there a cat on the floor? He's not dead, is he?" she asked, picking the bundle up again and trotting to the end of the shed, where herbs were stored.


    The medicine cat turned around again, and shot Phantompaw a look. "Well, you gonna do anything to the kid?"[/justify]

    "I've never helped a cat who was in a coma before. They need something to keep their strength up, otherwise they'll starve, but I don't know how to do that. But would there be any way to wake her up?" she asked, ignoring the churning in her stomach that she associated with death-the ca wasn't dead, and if she wanted to be a medicine cat she would need to get over petty things like that


    [justify][size=8]Well, it was obvious that Otterpaw wasn't dead. It was good, because Wraithring wasn't in the mood to do damage control. Still, the medicine cat padded over to the apprentice and frowned. She hadn't learned much about comas, either; she usually dealt with functioning patients, after all. "There's not much we can do, until she wakes up," Wraithring mewed mildly. "If we try to force herbs or food in her mouth, she might choke."

    "I could watch her? See if anything changes then alert you?" The cream sable asked, she truly wanted to help, and even watching a poor cat in a coma will feed that desire. Plus, this would definitely help her in the future.


    Definitely.


    [justify][size=8]Now she was dreaming of having kits with a Comets tom. She didn't know why, but just having a litter had to be somewhere in a dream.


    ooc. There is NOTHING to do with a cat in a coma -.-[/justify]

    ooc; ha ha it's like with unborn kits "An unborn kit kicked the mother's belly."


    ic; "I'll wait with her too, if that would be best." she said quietly, hoping the cat was going to pull through.mshe seems much to young to die-death was a terrible thing, or so she thought. They all say it's a terrible thing, but no one really knows what it's like until they're gone. Sure, some cats see glimpses of it when they visit in dreams, but no one really knows what you feel like until you're there


    [justify][size=8]The she-cat was going to pull through, 100%.


    ooc. Lol next post she is going to dream that she is another animal and that she can actualy see everything outside of her coma but yeah :P[/justify]


    [justify][size=8]"All right," Wraithring mewed, nodding at the two medicine cat apprentices. "Let me know if anything significant happens." The medicine cat padded to the back of the den and began looking blankly at the herb store. With a sigh, she curled up. She needed some time alone to think.


    [justify][size=8]As an eagle soared of Sunclan... the things that happened. Otterpaw could not control the body, well, slightly, but she could defiantly see out of it. And eagle? she thought, fighting for control over the body.[/justify]

    Phantompaw settle herself down to watch the cat in the coma. It was a rather relaxing job, since the was not much to do unless anything serious happened? But she was worried.


    Was this a normal feeling? Do the medicine cats get this all the time about their patients? Do they worry for their lives, worry about what was going to happen? Worry about whether or not their patients were going to be forever scarred by am experience that they had no input in?


    Her worry was clear in her eyes, and even though they were pointed at the cat in the coma, it was clear she was somewhere distant.


    ooc; low muse D: