Shadowclan Refugees. [Open]

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    Violet nodded to the dark-furred tom, quickly creating a poultice of broom for Ambershine's leg. Hopefully it would numb the pain and help the healing process- the Healer applied it all of the ShadowClan she-cat's leg, once again keeping her work in place with cobwebs. She placed her tail on it gently, trying to tell her patient to be careful for the next little while. Violet gave herself a mental note to seek out Ambershine in a few days with another poultice. Looking over at Rookfeather now, her eyes melted and became sympathetic- the wounds on this one were plenty, so she set to work. Examining the different gashes like she had done to the she-cat, Violet checked for infection. The tom was lucky- although he had lots of wounds, they were all clear of infection. She mimed licking her paw, and pointed at Rookfeather, instructing him to start cleaning whatever wounds he could while she gathered enough burdock leaves.

    Rookfeather let out a little chuckle. It was nice to see that Ambershine had made it out alive. He had saved her life once, pulling a metal frame off of her when the Elite's mansion had collapsed during the meteor collision. "Why thank you. Same to you, of course." He replied, a twinkle in his eyes. "I've been waiting for a bit to get medical attention, but the physicians weren't there. And other cats needed it more." Rookfeather shrugged like it was no big deal, but he was in a lot of pain at the moment. "Hold on...let me sit down." He all but collapsed on the ground, sighing. "A bit better." The dark tom continued, his whiskers twitching. Blood loss had made him a bit dizzy. Looking up at the healer, he smiled. "Thank you." He began lapping at the wounds he could reach. It stung, but it wasn't bad enough to make him stop.

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    "Thank you," Ambershine mewed to the healer. Maybe the Elite weren't so bad afterall. If this she-cat would help out an outsider when she wasn't obligated to... Ambershine sighed. Maybe there's hope for us afterall.
    "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked in gratitude.

    Violet looked up from her work at Ambershine, pretty eyes thoughtful. A moment later, she showed the ShadowClan she-cat one of the borage leaves, pulling into her separate pile. She needed Ambershine to get all of the borage leaves into that pile while she started cleaning the wounds that Rookfeather would find it hard to reach in his current state. She approached the tom, nodding to a scratch behind his ear to let him know what she was doing. Then, carefully, she licked it firmly but gently, washing away the blood that surrounded the cut.

    Rookfeather smiled again. He was already feeling a bit better. It wasn't nearly enough to stem the pain, but at least he wouldn't look like a monster. He looked down at his huge paws and sighed. Correction: more of a monster. "Right. Thanks again." He assumed he would be saying this a lot, but the stocky warrior didn't mind. After all, thanking someone didn't mean you were weak. On the contrary, it meant that you didn't mind receiving help.

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    Skyrim sat licking the blood from his thigh. It stung like hell but it was nothing compared to some of these injuries. He almost felt bad for taking time for himself when so many others were in need.



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    She pulled out a leaf, carefully comparing it to that of the example borage. Deciding it matched her scrutiny, she placed it into the separate pile and turned back for more.
    "So what happened to you and who didn't... you know..." she mewed, dreading the answer he would give. The joy at her reunion with a clanmate was gone all too soon and she was back to business as usual. She glanced at Rookfeather's matted and bloody pelt and noticed his injuries with a pang. She should have told Violet to take care of him first and come back to her after. None of her injuries were life-threatening, except for that damn shoulder.


    OOC: I haven't been on in like forever. So ThunderClan attacked ShadowClan and they fled to the Elite? Anything else I am missing?

    [Windclan attacked Shadowclan at the same time since they're allied with Thunderclan. But other than that, you've got it, pretty much]


    Rookfeather almost winced, but managed to stay still. He was getting a bit tired, but he had to keep moving, or at least stay awake. There wasn't much time for rest right now. "Tried to rescue a snow leopard cub but got blocked...and I stayed a bit behind after the battle and got beat up a lot then...Almost everyone else had fled at that point. As for who died...well, I don't know, except for Jediflux's son Titanpaw." He replied with a heavy heart, his eyes fixed on his paws. Rookfeather had stayed a bit behind after the battle to try and save his mother, Wildfire, from being captured by Thunderclan. He had been grossly outnumbered, though, and had the wounds to show for it. It didn't matter all that much now, since Wildfire was back with them. He was grateful for that, but the wounds still stung.

    Aritzia pawed one of the borage leaves, grateful that Ambershine was helping her sort through them, and began chewing it into another poultice that she could apply to the washed wounds. Spitting out the bitter leaf bits, she licked a little to the area behind his ear, and managed to cover one more small gash before the leaf's juices ran out. The Healer grabbed a second one and began chewing that, eyes still focused on the various wounds covering the large tom's body. The poultice was most important- she'd have to get that on all the wounds to avoid infection, and then put the cobwebs on last. She frowned, violet eyes gleaming. At this rate, Rookfeather would be covered in the stuff.

    Ambershine sighed and pulled out another leaf degectedly. Poor Titanpaw. She didn't know him but her heart went out to him and his family.
    "Well, I'm glad you're okay," she smiled at Rookfeather and noted his exhaustion. "Try to rest. You won't be able to help anyone if you're asleep on your feet."

    Wishingwell


    Golden eyes shot from one to another. Somehow he couldn't help but want to help. Wishingwell observed the cats of his clan, slightly listening to Rookfeather's comment of him staying behind. Had he only stayed a short moment after, he would have been able to meet with Wishingwell. "You know what I found rather odd, was that shortly after a few of the ones, like Rookfeather here, was that they seemed to readily hand back the stragglers that were left behind. What's ThunderClan's game here?" The arctic fox sat, trying to paw at the thought in his mind.


    Of course, they were kits that were handed back, but they weren't just handing them over. ThunderClan was trying to get rid of them.

    Rookfeather shrugged, then immediately wished he hadn't. Pain flared up in his shoulder and he winced hard. "I think they just wanted revenge. They weren't really organized, were they? Just...there. They didn't want any more mouths to feed, so they let us go. I think they just want Shadowclan gone, and they don't want to just go and try to work things out. Not while they have the upper hand, and not when they still think they need to get vengeance." Rookfeather meowed thoughtfully, flicking his tail, a slightly less battered part of him.

    Silverskies glanced around suddenly, her muscles tensed and her nostrils flared, taking in the scents around her. phoenixnight? Where are you?! she thought, unsheathing her claws out of habit. Serpentstar was busy and this cat was the one she needed to talk with. Lashing her tail, it looked to others like the stocky she cat was about to attack. She forced herself from not yelling out Phoenixnight.

    "Everyone, be sure to catch up on your rest tonight. In the morning we will have an important meeting to catch up and to discuss what will happen next. Right now, just focus on getting your wounds addressed. Those that are healthy enough, aid in hunting and searching for herbs," he called out, laying down in a resting position. It had been a long day, he had been pretty wounded, and he wanted some time to think.

    Wishingwell



    Whiskers twitching, Wishingwell nodded. "Yes, that is true. But at the same time they gave back the kits that we can now train. Having the upper hand isn't everything. Have you seen how WindClan's tensions are rising fairly high. Scorchstar isn't playing nice with his allies or his enemies. When I got there after the battle, he had gone already, but those who were from the WindClan patrol were treated very poorly. It's almost like everyone is a pawn and ThunderClan is at the controls. If you ask me, it won't be long before somebody steps out of line." Pointing this out, he glanced down at Rookfeather. "But it's probably best we lay low and just let ThunderClan and WindClan sit. They will break. They aren't exactly friends." Wishingwell gave a slight wave of his tail, and smiling. "You see what I mean?"

    Rookfeather nodded. He understood. Especially if Scorchstar was as boisterous and arrogant with his allies as he seemed. "Yes, I understand, Wishingwell. And hopefully, by the time that alliance breaks, we shall be strong enough to overpower them." He twitched his whiskers and chuckled for a moment. "When I was there, they were practically falling over themselves to attack me! A Windclan advisor almost ripped the throat out of a Thunderclan warrior when I was there." He meowed, then nodded at Serpentstar, smiling. "Right, Serpentstar, as soon as I am able, I'll hunt. I don't have any herb expertise so that's all I can do."

    Wishingwell



    Kindly nodding to Rookfeather, in departure, Wishingwell stated, "I agree. And I don't think it will take as long as some might think. Not too many of our cats were injured to the point of no more fighting. They lacked organization, that wasn't too hard to see."


    He smiled and turned to Serpentstar. "You should get some rest. You have done nothing but worry and watch over everything. Now it's your turn to take the weight of the day off your paws."

    As Rookfeather conversed with his Clanmates, Violet finished applying the borage poultices to the several slashed that marred his pelt. Nodding in thankfulness to Ambershine for her assistance, the Healer followed to start placing the cobwebs overtop of her work to preserve and help keep the wounds cleaner.


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