Posts by fleecewing

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]WOOP DONE sorry for the delay!!!

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]"No fair, it's a tie!" she protested, sticking her tongue out playfully before picking up her prey and swinging it proudly. The smell was revolting, she hated the fact that she had no appetite for anything but... her own kind. But she shook the thought off, scratching a hole in the ground and burying the prey. No way would she give up that easily- her ears pricked as she heard a scuttle to the right, and spotting a squirrel dashing up a tree she moved without thinking, launching up the bark and throwing herself into the branches, darting across and branch and sinking her teeth into its neck, killing it with a rough shake. She bounced on the branch happily with a little squeak of joy before freezing and realizing where she was. She blinked, wide-eyed. [b]"Oh... I moved on instinct...."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify](it's alright!!! same here lmao)

The peach-colored femme grinned and nodded at the thought, taking an abrupt turning as she headed to a place she knew well. When she had been little she always chased down rabbits in these holes and then once, she had even gotten stuck in one! She had grown quickly as a kit, but growth dragged on after apprenticeship, she still had the size and build of an apprentice in her old body... but in this body she was much more elegant and grown-up looking, though held the same bright blue eyes and birdlike bone structure. "So here's the plan- I'll chase the rabbits nearby into their holes, and you'll stand outside and ambush them once they pop out! I know these tunnels pretty well, I played here a lot as a kid. Most tunnels lead directly to that hole," she meowed, pointing to one hole to the right. [b]"And I know which holes lead specifically there so I'll aim for them! Sound good?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]She had Duskpaw to thank for living today, but she was almost afraid to see him now. She was afraid he would know, that he would be able to tell that she was even more a monster than him, that his need for blood was nothing compared to her need to eat the flesh of her own species. Her disease was much more disgusting and she loathed herself without admitting it, that much was proof in the way her ribs stuck out and the way she was malnourished under her plentiful fur. Once she shed her winter coat it would be painfully obvious how disgusting she was. She licked her maw uncertainly as she approached the group. While one could not recognize that this was Fleece without being told or seeing her soul, it was obvious this one was at least related to her through the clear blue eyes and birdlike appearance that made her seem a lot younger.

"Duskpaw," she greeted warmly, though her eyes reflected hesitance as she distanced herself from the others with a slight wave of her feathery tail, contemplating whether she should approach him or not. It seemed selfish to interrupt such a clearly happy conversation but her desire to speak to him overran her desire to run far away and she finally forced a slightly uneven smile onto her face as she stepped forward to join them, her pale gaze slightly averted before raising to meet his with a wary expression, as if treading on thin ice. "You might know me as Tree God." She couldn't help the light laugh that left her mouth- it was abrupt but the fact she could still laugh after a traumatizing experience was just proof at how strong she was. She almost felt guilty for laughing though and her eyes softened. "Though I'm not sure I deserve the right to that title anymore."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]This isn't your fault. It felt like a crime to be the recipient of such words and she swallowed hard, the coppery taste of blood poisoning her tastebuds. She resisted the urge to vomit again as she turned her pained gaze to Felix, unable to even flinch away from his touch. She was starving, yes, but not quite to the point where she would ever hunt her own family. Yet here she stood over the corpse of some innocent stranger devouring its flesh for a selfish need to live. She ripped her gaze away from him and crouched tighter to the ground, looking much like a scared kitten than a fully functional adult as she pinned her ears to her head and tried to block out their voices. They were lying... they were lying. She was exactly the monster she saw herself as, devouring her kin's flesh to live. What a horrible price to pay to live, she thought.

"I- please... stay away from me," she gasped as she pressed her face to the ground, the smell of blood around her poisoning her lungs. She shuddered as she focused on breathing despite her words, still shaking like a leaf but not quite as hard as before. She didn't want to attack them, not her Clanmates, not her family, she refused. She wrapped her tail tightly around herself. There was nothing else, nothing else she could do. The fact her mother had lived so long in this body meant she had done exactly what she just did. Who did she kill. Was it the evil spirits of the city that she always smelled like? It made so much sense now that she would sneak away to find the criminals and give them one last notion of pleasure before she ate them. Who was the true monster? She shuddered again, closing her eyes tighter. I don't want to do that. Please, no.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]OMG KENOBI WHAT BREED WHATS ITS NAME WHEN R U GETING JT OMG THATS FRIGGIN AWESOME KM SO HAPPY FOR U!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG JORSES HORSES YES CONGRATS OMGG

and wtf i cant play volleyball for my life..... i always get Wrekked BUT THATS SOUNDS LIKE FUN exhausting but FUN OMG

also..... whispers softly fleece is going to start whoring herself out in order to survive using her mother's tactic of finding criminal or bad people and sleeping with them so they have "pleasant" last moments before she literally eats them ok this is going to be painful to write poor fleece

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify](ITS OK I FEEL U SHH)

She nodded enthusiastically, waving her tail as she skipped forward, glancing back to make sure he was at his post before tasting the air. She closed her eyes, catching the scent of a rabbit near the edge of the woods, and picked a path before stalking behind it and suddenly leaping for it, letting out a low shriek. It immediately bounded for its tunnel and she gave chase, herding it to make sure it got there before it dove into the right rabbit hole, continuing and heading straight into Iditarod's paw if he was ready.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]Northcub reminded her of herself at that age, bubbly and friendly. Hell, she still was but it was slightly subdued and she also had a lot of weight on her shoulders she found difficult to just move on from. Plus, she was starving. She struggle to not lick her lips as she approached and dipped her head to Vanessa, finding she seemed to be rather kind so she was definitely not a good candidate for the horrible things she had in mind. She offered a friendly smile, shoving her thoughts aside but unable to shove her hunger as she lashed her tail. [b]"It's a pleasure to have you join us, Vanessa! I'm Fleecewing, I'd be happy to show you around if you want."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]"I'm..." Okay? No.... No. She was not okay, she could feel the branch giving way even though it was solid, the sensation of falling hitting her over and over even though she remained still. If Sabbath was breaking names it was nothing compared the shaky gasps of air she sucked it. Come down now. It'll be okay. She just needed to focus on her voice, right? She breathed through clenched teeth as she nodded, kicking the squirrel over and flinching at it landed before moving to the trunk and slowly descending before landing with a nimble movement. She stood there paralyzed until she could breath normal before relaxing and slumping against the tree, exhausted. [b]"...Sorry."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]She watched as he killed the creature with a forlorn expression, her eyes dimming. Did he not like hunting? She hoped she hadn't forced him into it. She hesitated before bounding over and aiming to give him a reassuring flick of her tail against his side, hoping her usual goofy attitude could cheer him up a little. Things could be worse, right? Like having to live off your own kind's flesh for example. "I'm sure he'll taste delicious! He died for a good cause: helping the clan. It's better than most options!" She grinned. [b]"How about we bring it to the kits? There are a couple there named Fleecekit and Wingkit... haha, they were named after me! Anyways, they've taken a liking to me and they've just started eating meat, rabbit is their favourite!"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify](im crying your writing is so pretty!!! reading this was a lot of fun the effort you put into it really paid off (: )

Fleecewing knew all too well the feeling of being a monster, being unable to come to terms with her diabolical behavior and the lengths she had to go to in order to survive. It was a cruel thing to be given life only to take it, a constant battle of moral and will to survive. Would she really take all this life in order to sustain her own so selfishly? She would. She knew she was a horrible and selfish creature and she was rightfully disgusted with herself. She had done just like Royalguard and tried so desperately to ignore the monster inside her, forcing it back by not eating as he did by not sleeping, but it was temporary and only made her relapse twice as hard just like he made himself more vulnerable to attacks through his exhaustion. She was the most disgusting monster, even though is body was not her own but her mother's, they were both rightful monsters to live so greedily. That was why she was skinnier than ever before, her shedding winter coat doing little to mask the way her bones stuck out so awfully.

The sensation of an oncoming storm caused a lot of plants to hide themselves and overturn their leaves. Ever since she had returned she had been tending to a small patch of goldenrod that had sprouted outside her caved in sanctuary like some kind of tribute, and as the rain threatened to bare down on the territory she had taken measures to protect it from the wind but also allow irrigation because they still needed water after all. She hated storms, and she had huddled beneath a rock on the outskirts of the territory as it rolled in and she dug her claws into the soft stone beneath her, gritting her teeth. She knew all to well what this storm would bring and it was not pretty. No herb could help her sleep without nightmares that she had tried, no herbs or medicines could help the trauma that haunted her aside from the valerian she took daily to manage the pain in her temples and the anxiety from it all. It was her secret to happiness, she was drugging herself to it, how sad was that? Yet she couldn't think of anything better.

However as the rain rolled in she was stunned to catch the scent of something familiar mingled with pain and fear stretch on the wind. For a moment she feared that the nightmares were going to haunt her while she was awake, but when she saw the large dragon forged out of only bones her ears snapped up in shock as she recognized him- she had only barely known him before her death but he was the kind who was difficult to forget, and this strange behavior made her instantly anxious as she jumped out from her temporary shelter into the pouring rain, ignoring the way it seemed to dig between her prominent ribs and spine bones and simply racing towards him, the pain smell getting stronger. As she skidded to a halt to see the collapsed figure just as his eyes rolled backwards into his head, his words haunting her ears. He was broken and yet at the same time seemed to be radiating a newfound freedom and she couldn't fathom the cause, so instead she focused on the situation at hand, her gaze shifting to the broken bones soaked in mud.

Oh. That was a bad one. Her gaze flitted over the multiple breaks, from the obvious fractures in his right leg which seemed to be caved in on itself breaking both the tibia and the fibula, before glancing towards his head and spotting the buckled fracture in his clavicle. Buckled fractures sure were strange, honestly all breaks were, but seeing them so clearly made the former medic shudder involuntarily before she finally laid her gaze on his ribs. Broken ribs were the worst thing but there was little she could do but let them heal on their own and men's themselves, and give him some... well, she guessed he didn't need an anti-inflammatory since he has nothing that would inflame, right? Working with him was strange with the way he was composed entirely of bone and nothing else than his glowing eyes, but she was hesitant to leap into healing until she noticed in what a poor state he was. Emergency, it's an emergency case and I'm authorized to do the bare minimum until a medic arrives... so can I set his bones or is that going too far? Should I prepare a splint....

She snapped out of her thoughts abruptly and her eyes narrowed. A Clanmate was in danger and here she was contemplating her reputation, how sickening of her. She could only thank god he wasn't made of flesh so she didn't feel any hunger as she moved forward and conjured several sanded splints that she had been keeping for sentimentality's sake, as well as bandages and bindweed- lots of it for such a large creature. He looked as if the earth had swallowed him, and it certainly had. Her silver gaze thinned as she moved forward and braced her paws against the tibia and fibula first, gritting her teeth as she cast a glance towards the unconscious- or, hopefully unconscious- skeleton. This was going to hurt like hell if he was conscious. She began murmuring comforting words regardless, finding it to soothe herself more than anyone else. "It's going to hurt but only for a moment, I promise you that's the worse pain there will be and it will only get better after wards. If you can hear me, bite down on the nearest thing you can find and bite hard. I won't hurt you aside from setting your bones, just focus on taking deep breaths and counting backwards from ten."

Somewhere in the middle of her sentence she would attempt to set both the fibula and tibia back in place from their fracture, and if successful would begin the splint by arranging the wood, gauze, bandages and bindweed before trying to wrap them in a large splint to help support the bones. Getting him to camp would be difficult if they didn't find somebody to support him or just all team up and carry him but she didn't care. She didn't have time to dwell. The clavicle and ribs she would assume to heal on their own, but they would hurt like hell. She knew exactly what to use as a sedative and the valerian appeared without her even thinking about it. She would hesitate before deciding to not give them to him- that was far too severe of an action to take as she was no longer medically involved and she simply decided to step away and let the interns handle it, though produced a faint lavender scent that would hopefully calm him if he was awake. She dipped her head respectfully and fell silent, breathing uneven.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify](LMAO)

She paused before blinking and giving an eager nod, glad that he had cheered up. She remembered loving hunting when she was younger, it had simply lost its appeal as she resorted to climbing and herbs... less time for duties like hunting fighting. Besides, near the end she had been essentially useless on both ends without use of her hind legs. "Sure! You can bury that while I scout out another- this time, wait at that hole! If I remember right there will be two bunnies shooting out so try to go for both." She grinned broadly, hoping the bunny from before was still there.

She then hopped off before scouting out a rabbit, instantly catching wind of one. This place was open season during the spring, especially since it was the whole mating craze so rabbits were literally everywhere. She paused before giving chase, steering it right but overshooting a little. The rabbit instead sped off into a different hole and she flattened her ears. "Wait no, go back to the original hole! Be prepared to give chase too!" Her voice was less authoritative than it was a giggle-filled exclamation as she sped along the rabbit hole, though lagged behind as it popped out at the hole from before at full speed.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]God, even though she had been to at least a dozen or so of these meetings she couldn't help but feel strange in this one. It vaguely reminded her of the meetings in the medic den especially with Sam as the head- actually, mostly because Sam was there to begin with. Except now things had grown profusely and she stood at the top of a whole Clan and not just her and Harborbreeze. Fleecewing had seen this moment coming since about the time that Sam had been promoted to deputy, but seeing it now was baffling and the cream tabby had to pause and stare blankly for a minute before she caught sight of Sabbath and shook herself roughly as she peeled her gaze from Sam. She seemed... she seemed like she belonged up there. And yet at the same time... it was like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit as well.

The female slipped over to sit beside her mate, instantly seeking comfort by pressing her thin body against the other female's, the warmth of Sabbath's presence helping both distract and focus her as she pressed her muzzle briefly to the calico's cheek in greeting, not hesitating to use Sabbath as a kind of support. She weighed so little nowadays it was scary as she starved herself more and more, refusing to become the monster that possessed this body that required the flesh of her own kind. She could only thank god that the hunger didn't spur around Sabbath, seeing as it had become such an ache now that she was numb to it. She wasn't vampiric in a sense, not food-craved; it was just like normal hunger except there was only one thing that could satiate it and she refused to do that. A digestive mutation that made her feel disgusting, but she ignored it. She knew there would be a lot to focus on in this meeting and she was right, listening closely as she nuzzled into her lover's side.

The announcement on Sunclan caused an immediate sigh of relief to come from her jaws. Sure, she had not known Seafoam, but for somebody to appear to be so well trusted to suddenly turn violent to a point where he was murdering his own Clanmates... it sickened her, even though there were plenty of logical reasons. She could only imagine his end had been more damaging than the events themselves, as no tyrant faded easily, and she assumed some kind of assassination had taken place... or perhaps something worse. She swallowed hard at the thought of anything along those lines and forced herself to keep a straight face, silver gaze clinging to Sam like a lifeline, trying to memorize her features. She grew so absorbed in the sight of her former mentor standing up there so regally and proudly that her engrossment led her to accidentally deafen herself to what was being said until she heard Haborbreeze's name- and then the death count. Shiftingstar, she had expected even if she had been preoccupied at the time and had missed it. Mountainpaw... God, Mountainpaw was dead? A small whine fell from her jaws as she heard that and she had to swallow back the bile rising in her throat. He had been the one to give her strength when her legs failed even though he had confidence problems, and filling in such a gap made her heart ache. She had missed that, too.

Her own death made her entire body feel numb and she subconsciously leaned away from her girlfriend as to hide the slight tremble that ghosted her malnourished figure. She had died, she knew that, but to hear it so final and attached to the words "funeral" left her feeling cold and sickly. She had to focus on taking deep, tremulous breaths until she could finally see past the lights appearing in her vision. She hadn't expected to react so strongly but the revelation that came from it made her feel sick. Alive? Was she really alive? Did she deserve it? Do I deserve to live? To have such a thought was even more painful and she weakly closed her eyes, clenched jaw trembling slightly as the tight bite made her tongue bleed as she pierced it, the coppery taste nauseating. She had only been able to sit by as she fell down a slippery slope to death. She had known she was dying and she never lifted a paw as her vision faded and her hourglass slowly ran out. The vision, the mind, it all slowly wore away. In the end she had been but a shell of herself. With Harborbreeze's impromptu disappearing and her own death....

Her silver gaze locked on the figure who stood looking so strong up on the hill, and she understood now why Sam had seemed so uncomfortable up there. She was. She had more weight resting on her shoulders than literally any leader before her- tasked alone to lead a clan with a deceased leader, without a second-in-command underneath her... and on top of that she had to train a medic team consisting of only herself as the eligible trainer and four untaught apprentices beneath her looking up to her. And with spring rolling in, people were certain to get ill and in her short time back she had discovered exactly how many people got hurt and how often. Her stomach tightened painfully. I left you alone. Fleecewing gazed up at the only other Blackwood almost as if apologizing, her ears falling backwards to her head as she forced herself to gaze up at the lioness. She was so strong but there was only so much one could take. She couldn't imagine the weight she had placed on her mother figure. I'm so sorry. She had abandoned her.

Sabbath's words caused her to snap out of her thoughts and turn her gaze to the female before shrinking down a little, subconsciously shuffling closer to her at the sudden attention. Eyes, they wer seeking her out, and some latched onto her and burned as they recognized her- not for her unfamiliar coat but for the way she was so familiar with Sabbath, how hard was it to guess? Penetrating gazes, blaming gazes she could only assume, and she felt trapped. She had cheated death and she knew it. Did they realize that she had been selfish enough to steal her own mother's body away? Even though in the end her mother had split her own throat open and the scar there proved it, Fleecewing lived off of her new form like a greedy leech. And she was a monster now just to prove that avarice had a price. She had abandoned Sam and Windclan and didn't deserve to be recognized as a medic, she was the worst of scum and their eyes proved as much. She had been hoping to pull Sam aside and confess her revival but... things had not worked out. She was too much a coward to seek out the elder woman and instead tried to enjoy this fake sense of happiness. It would surely be torn from her soon enough.

"I- I'm sorry," she murmured quietly as she ducked her head as if ashamed, wanting to do nothing more but hide in Sabbath's calico coat but knowing such a desire was the most cowardly and selfish thing she could ever do. Instead she lifted her eyes and faced her shame head on, the silver eyes in her eyes directly reciprocating the visionaries that had been in the skull of her old body, stained dark with guilt. She felt like a mouse compared to the lioness even though she doubted Sam would ever attack her for this, she knew her own blame was enough to cripple her alone. "I'm sorry for... leaving, I knew it would happen eventually but..." I was selfish. I clung to the life I had. I tried to spend my last moments enjoying an existence not plagued with reminders that I was on a timer. I wanted to live normally until my last breath and I only made things worse. "I wasn't strong enough. I understand if I am no longer suited to work beneath you and accept as such- I did die, after all. It makes sense." Her blood ran cold as she said it herself but she plowed on. Did she want to be a medic? She had never... specifically thought about it much. She still went daily to collect herbs and smuggle them in more or less and she had been the one to impromptu heal Iditarod's paw when he broke it but she had been the only one there... it wasn't until she thought of losing her place that she realized how painful it could be. She swallowed hard. She would not allow her selfishness plague or manipulate those around her and simply kept her jaws wired shut on that issue, instead murmuring quietly, "Congratulations." Not just to those promoted, but to Sam as well, as if the words were meant solely for her.

/literally just a muse explosion the last paragraph is really the only important text in this shitpost LMAO

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]You don't have any reason to be sorry. If only Sabbath knew, if only she knew the true monster that Fleecewing was, the monster she had become. Living so greedily came with a dire price and she felt she could finally understand what her mother went through, but she didn't hate her any less. Her silver gaze fell to her paws as Sabbath nuzzled her fur,e are falling backwards. Sabbath's presence was calming, having her near was enough to make Fleece bubble with uncontrollable warmth and relief, it was like a drug. Like a drug, huh... I'm just glad you're here. With me.

"I love you, Sabbath."

God, the words fell from her mouth like she had spit them out and she immediately ducked her head with a mixture of embarrassment and fear, fear that she would be put down. She didn't doubt for a minute that Sabbath loved her but it seemed like it had been ages since she had told the calico and she simply wanted to taste them on her tongue again and they tasted just as sweet as she remembered them, filling the pit of her stomach with a slow warmth. She dared a glance at Sabbath and offered a weak smile.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]She grinned with a mixture of pride and relief as she wandered back to where they were, glancing at their three kills rather proudly. Having not gone hunting in a while and still suffering from a lack of energy thanks to having not eaten in days, she was about ready to faint but you wouldn't have guessed it by the way she continued her bright expression and waved her tail like a flag. She was panting slightly: she couldn't believe Iditarod had so much energy! "I'm a little whooped," she admitted sheepishly. "Want to bring them back? We might catch something along the way... that is, if it runs into our paws." She giggled.

/ weeps i burned my muse out

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]"Id-" His name was choked off by her own tongue as she stumbled into the room she had followed Saturn's cry to. What she saw was so gruesome and horrifying, the awful way his neck was bent around the rope, she couldn't do anything but stand there uselessly and watch in horror as he was ripped down from the roof rather roughly, his broken and small body looking so incredibly lifeless that for a minute her head spun. Fleecewing had a tendency to get attached and to see him, the first friend she had made in a long time who had seemed so timid and gentle, hanging limply like that made her feel all kinds of sick. The worst part about being a medic had been seeing her friends injured especially those like Felix who were essentially family getting hurt over and over and having to cause discomfort and pain to heal them. To have their lives in your hands... it was stressful to say the least.

But that was the last thing on the tabby's mind as she forced her way towards his crumpled body and staring desperately. He hadn't... he hadn't broken his neck. The rope had broken. Oh god, dear Starclan, he could live there as still hope she wouldn't see him slip out from under her paws... she couldn't face that. Thank god, there was hope, that was all she needed. She tried to slide past the others and fall beside Iditarod's unconscious body and pressed her paw to his wrist, feeling desperately for the light flutter of a pulse. She nearly passed out with relief as she then moved and tried to cover his nose with a paw before aiming to open his jaws and press her own mouth against his, hoping to perform CPR by blowing air into his lungs and hopefully bringing him back, bringing back the sensation of breathing, that was all she needed to do, right? She tried again, aiming to rub his chest to encourage the lungs to work on their own, too afraid to cry right now as she flattened her ears to her head.

(super rushed @ the end sorry but OMG IDITAROD..... also i posted this assuming he was still alive sorry if i goofed omg)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]Fleecewing couldn't help but wanted to hug Flora when she saw her, she swore- she seemed so nervous and Fleece wasn't entirely opposed to a liquid confidence solution (not in the alcohol type of way of course...) that could help the girl gain some confidence. She was certainly pretty and had a gentle heart from what Fleece could see- an easily likable girl. The cream tabby wandered up beside her with a small smile playing on her mouth as she dipped her head to the joiner silently, aiming to flick her tail briefly against Flora's side and give her a winning smile of support before turning back to Zombie. He seemed relieved to be here and she hoped he would stick around, he had a good energy to him- but maybe that was the drugs talking, haha.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]Oooh, gifts, it felt like forever since she had come across these. Usually her duties as a medic worked her so hard she didn't have time (not that she wasn't grieving over the position, it felt like the team had been her family) and luxury to do so. Interacting with strangers on the border was often impossible and sometimes she found herself accidentally stumbling across them, but never in a while had she purposefully patrolled for them. She had been ambling out and about on some such patrol when she caught wind of it, immediately turning and approaching with a brilliant smile. Something happy, for once.

"These gifts are wonderful! Thank you!" She had the eyes of a child looking at candy as she poured over the gifts before her gaze latched on a faint violet rose that reminded her of Sabbath and she paused hesitantly before flicking her gaze up to Snaketongue and then lifting it up nervously, glancing at the Skyclanner again. "Is it ok if I take this?" Even though he had brought them as a gift it seemed wrong to take them without asking. The malnourished former medic held the lavender flower to her chest eagerly. [b]"You're from Skyclan, right? What's it like there? I don't think I've ever left the territory but once. And that was to Lithiumclan to give news."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify]Oh god, he was alright. The relief was a crushing sensation and she felt her knees go weak (though that could have been a side effect of her breathing so much trying to bring him back but she didn't regret it.) However she did not cry, no, she refused to cry in front of them and especially while Iditarod was so weak. She was used to crying in private now and instead she simply let the relief and happiness roll over her in huge waves as she stepped back to let Maelstrom comfort Iditarod. His weak breathing and speaking were not looking hopeful though so she decided to speak up, aiming to brush her tail along Iditarod's side and stem the sorrow and confusion that was absolutely crushing her, instead trying to offer support.

"Don't speak," she said coolly towards Iditarod, looking rather bossy as she cocked a mischeivous smile but it faded a little too quickly. She turned her head toward Maelstrom, hesitating before adding in a quiet voice. "You... might want to get him water and sit him up so he can breathe without trouble, get that... damn noose away from his neck." Her curse word seemed rather tame from the usually calm female and she turned to Iditarod slightly, jaws parting like she wanted to say something before her composure wavered just the slightest and she glanced away. It could wait. "Burdock root and nettle leaves will help the swelling, if you don't mind my verbal assistance." She didn't like ordering people around and seemed more like she was taking to herself. As Saturnine spoke her eyes narrowed. "Enough for now, screaming isn't going to help." Now, she would speak out if she got angry.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 99%; font-size: 8pt][justify](im so bad at keeping up with the threads i promise sorry omg)

She was exhausted. She had spent the day doing something that she knew was destructive, something she knew would only hurt her again. But... she would be careful. She had been too cocky last time, too sure of herself. Now every step was calculated. Every... baby... step. Oomf. She hadn't imagined her legs would be this weak after using them for such a short amount of time. She had been climbing trees for the past five hours and finally the blonde feline gave up, barely managing to scale the tree before collapsing against it, her legs shaking and weak. This was awful. She was getting nowhere.

"It's... progress." She lifted a paw and wiped her face where leaves and branches had been pulling at all day. She heard a low snarl in her stomach and blinked. Damn. Had she literally climbed so much she forgot about her hunger? Though really it was starvation now. She clutched her stomach for a moment scoldingly as if telling it to shut up already before leaning against the trunk and closing her eyes with a humorless exhaled laugh. "Sabbath would kill me if she figured out I was doing this." She would kill herself really, the fear was the worst part. The fear of falling and never getting up again.