Heartbroken

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    {Can I be the med cat? Or do you want me to be their apprentice? I don't care! :)}


    "That's enough! Calling out for your sweetheart isn't going to help so SHUT UP!" Frostpaw screeched. She wasn't known to be very patient...


    ---


    "Please, just let me see her!" Thunder hissed.


    "Shut your mouth or I'll kill her!" Hawktail lied, just trying to keep him quiet.


    "You wouldn't!"


    "Oh yes! Don't underestimate me, loverboy!"


    Thunder then closed his mouth, a tear running down his cheek. As long as she's safe...

    Ooc: sure, I'm glad I don't have to.


    Ic: "I love you," she called out to thunder. She struggled as she was dragged away from her mate. She felt warm tears roll down her face. I hope he's okay, she thought.


    Turtlepaw snarled. "Shut up," he growled.

    {Thanks! XD}


    "Whitepetal, we need some help over here!" Frostpaw called, still holding down Silverlight.


    Whitepetal slowly appeared out from behind a den opening before rushing over with wide eyes. "Are you alright?" She asked worriedly, pushing Frostpaw and Turtlepaw off of Silver. Her face and slim, attractive body showed she was still quite young in her moons, but her amber eyes still showed experience.

    Silverlight stood up. "Leave me alone," she growled even though she knew she had deep wounds. "Where's Thunder," she questioned angrily. " Right now all she wanted to do was find her mate. "Thunder," she called out hoping he could hear her.

    Feeling pity for the she-cat, Whitepetal looked at Turtlepaw. "Where is her mate?"


    Thunder perked his ears once hearing his mate's sweet voice and called back out to her. "Silver!" He yowled before trying to jump up, but was easily held down by Stonestrike.

    Silverlight was about to run when she felt a sharp pain in her leg. She looked down and realized she'd opened an earlier wound. She fell to the ground completely conscious. "Where is he," she growled to the medicine cat. "Thunder," she called out again.

    Whitepetal shook her head when Turtlepaw didn't reply before looking at Frostpaw. "Where is he? We're scaring this she-cat half to death!"


    "I'm not sure. He was with Hawktail and Stonestrike last time I knew." Frostpaw replied, swiping her tongue over her paw as if she didn't care, which was true.


    Whitepetal sat down beside Silver and began applying the herbs to her wounds. "Please...sit still..." She murmured gently, but didn't expect her to follow.


    ---


    "Please!!? Let me see her!!!!" Thunder cried, but was only given a careless glance from Stonestrike.


    {When do you want the Tribe to attack? I'm assuming you want to wait a while, right?}

    Ooc: at least a quarter moon


    Ic: She growled. "I'll stay still when I see Thunder," she snarled even though she couldn't move much with her injured leg. "Thunder," she cried out in desperation. She began to feel warm tears roll down her face. "Is he alive," she asked. Her tone was softer now.

    "Of course he is, mouse-brain! You think we're killers?" Frostpaw snarled.


    Whitepetal glared at Frostpaw angrily. "You and Turtlepaw, get out!" She snarled before turning to Silver. "He's okay, and you will be too. Just please, stay still and I'll take you to him."


    "Let me go, fox-hearts!!" Thunder yowled before finally slipping out of Stonestrike's grasp, zooming towards the medicine cat den. "Silverlight!" He rushing in and flopped beside her. "What happened? Are they hurting you? Oh no!! What happened to your leg??! Oh StarClan, I missed you. I'm never letting them take you away again." He pressed his face against hers, completely ignoring Whitepetal's surprised face.

    She purred and licked his face. "It's just a small scratch," she lied. She knew her leg was worse than that."Are you okay," she asked him her eyes filled with concern. She didn't get a chance to see if he was okay after the battle.

    "Fine," she said, her tone a bit cold. She frowned. "Let her look at you too," she said with worry in her eyes. She tried to remain still so her wounds could be tended to.

    Whitepetal calmly began to apply the herbs to her wounds, then she skillfully weaved the cobwebs over the wound that used to be bleeding. "There. Now don't move to quick, in fact, I'd prefer you stay still until it heals enough for it to not open every time you stand up." She meowed softly before turning to Thunder. "Are you hurt?"


    "Um...I have a few scratches, If you really want to put something on them..." Thunder meowed, the largest scratch being a slightly deep gash on his shoulder.


    Whitepetal just rolled her amber eyes and began to tend to his wounds also. Why do toms always lie about stuff like this?

    "I can't stay still that long," she said, "What about eating and hunting." She looked up at thunder. "I can't sleep without him. She couldn't imagine being without her mate, exspecially in this unfamiliar and dangerous territory."Do I really have to stay still until it heals," she asked.

    "Well, you have to, or it won't heal. And I could always sneak in some food." Whitepetal meowed, still fixing Thunders shoulder. "And Thunder could stay in here with you, right?"


    Thunder nodded quickly, scooting a bit closer to his mate so that their pelts rubbed against each other warmly.

    She looked into his eyes and began to purr. "I love you," she said.


    Ooc: I can't think of anything else to write

    {XD}


    Thunder purred and laid down beside her. "I love you too..."


    After she finished tending to his wounds, Whitepetal stepped back. "I'll leave you two alone." She smiled nervously before leaving that part of the den.

    {-nod nod-}


    Whitepetal soon traveled over to the Leader's den, her white tail floating up in the air. "Featherstar?" She called, waiting for her leader to give out permission to walk in.

    Featherstar awoke from her nap. She yawned. "What is it, Whitepetal," she asked hoping for good news. "Have you looked at the prisoners yet?" She was annoyed that there were two trespassers in her territory. She knew that the she-cat was aware of the warrior code.