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Whisperpaw's ear swivelled backwards as she heard Somberstar's call. "I need to go. I need to help Lockdown and Jasper. I don't know much, but the least I can do is try my best." she quickly licked his cheek and bounded towards her mother.

Ooc: That's right. I'll try my best, but... I'm slow.

@Tricky- lol. Somberstar is, too. Bad leader xD

Ic: Whisperpaw went over to her mother and started tending to Lockdown without so much as a glance at Somberstar.

Ooc: She does. I think she just got confused. ;)

Ic: Whisperpaw licked his wounds clean, then suddenly remembered, Cobwebs! That's it! Cobwebs for bleeding! she turned to her mother and said, "I need cobwebs, fast."

Ooc: Muse going down again....

Whisperpaw looked up from her work and shook her head to clear it. "Huh? Uh, no thanks. I'll need more later, but not right now."

Whisperpaw smiled. "You just need to rest now." she meowed, giving him two poppy seeds. Suddenly noticing the splinter, she exclaimed, "How did that happen? I'll need to remove it." But I don't know how, she added mentally.

"Okay..." Whisperpaw was silent for a short moment as she tried to find a quick and easy solution. "All right. Eat the poppy seeds, and while you're sleeping, I'll remove the splinter. Is that okay?" she knew it would be much harder than she made it sound, but it was all she could think of.

Whisperpaw sucked in breath. This would be hard. "Jasper." she called softly, hoping he would hear her over the rain. She needed his help.

"Jasper! Can you come, please? I need your help." Whisperpaw called back, reluctant to leave Lockdown's side.

"I'm coming over!" with a sigh, Whisperpaw walked towards the Medicine Cat den, where she knew the injured would be. She was relieved when she saw that the huge rock where the Medicine cave was situated hadn't been damaged; she hadn't seen it since the tree fell, and if it had been broken they would have had to find a new den for the herbs.
The young apprentice tried to detect Jasper's outline through the pounding rain, but to no avail. "Jasper?" she mewed, hoping she could follow the sound of his voice and find him without having to search the whole camp.

Whisperpaw turned her head towards the spot where Jasper lay. She could just make out his dark outline through the rain. She padded up to him, her paws splashing through the near-liquid mud. "I need your help. Lockdown has a huge splinter through his stomach, at least that's what it looks like, even though I think it's gone through his ribs and not through his stomach, 'cause if it had really gone through his stomach he would be dead, and..." she rambled on for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Anyway, how can I remove it without him bleeding to death?"

"He..." Whisperpaw hesitated as she tried to remember. "He was conscious, but I gave him three poppy seeds so he could rest. And-yes, his wound was bleeding, not much though."

Whisperpaw gritted her teeth. This would be complicated. "All right. Yes, I- I think I understand. What next?"

"O-okay. I think I've got it. Thank you." Whisperpaw tried to make her voice sound strong and confident, but she couldn't hide her fear. If she made a mistake, Lockdown might die. And even though she didn't like him all that much because he was her mother's mate, the prospect of being responsible for a cat's death terrified her.
The young apprentice bowed her head slightly in a gesture of thanks, then splashed back to Lockdown's side.

Whisperpaw sat down next to Lockdown and stared at her mother's mate for a long moment. The next few minutes would determine if he was to live or to die, and whatever happened, she would be the one to cause it. The apprentice wasn't sure if she was ready to shoulder those responsibilities yet, but now she had no choice. There was no turning back.
So Whisperpaw let out a long sigh and looked around for someone to help her. The first cat that came to her mind was Battlepaw, but she had no idea where he was, and she could see no one through the rain. She was relieved when she heard the sound of pawsteps through the mud, and looked up to see Lynxstripe stumbling towards her.
"Lynxstripe? I need your help." she said, hoping he would notice her. He looked... tired, of course, and strangely sad. Whisperpaw couldn't make out his features exactly, but all in his stance suggested distress and shock.

Whisperpaw bit her lip. This is it, she told herself. I can't fail. Not now.
The apprentice pressed her paws down around the wound, just like Jasper had told her, and clamped her jaws shut around the splinter. Her mentor's instruction echoed in her head: Put your front paws down around the wound, putting all your weight on them, and pull it out with your teeth. Once it's out, put some cobwebs around the two holes that the thorn has made, and apply plenty of pressure.
Then she tugged, hoping with all her heart that Lockdown wouldn't die.

Ooc: @Starscream- Since healing your character without your permission would be powerplaying, do I have the permission to make Whisperpaw succeed in removing the splinter?

Ooc: Purrfect. ;)

Ic: Whisperpaw gasped and nearly fell backwards as the splinter was wrenched free. As quickly as she could, she pressed the cobwebs onto the wound, then turned Lockdown over and applied some on the back, on the other hole the splinter had made.

Whisperpaw flinched at Lockdown's cry and, after a slight hesitation, gave him another poppy seed to ease the pain. "Shh. Eat this, and don't worry. Everything will be all right." she whispered.

Whisperpaw sighed. "He should be all right." she mewed, trying to sound as convincing as she could. "You keep watch over him; I'll tend to the other wounded." she then ordered with a flick of her tail, walking away. The rain had nearly stopped by now, but thin, light droplets still fell from the thick, grey clouds which covered the sky. The drizzle was ice-cold, and it soaked through the apprentice's fur and into her skin, making her shiver. The only thing she wanted right now was lay down in warm, dry den and rest, but she knew that she would have to stay awake all night and care for the injured. The very thought make her feel even more exhausted, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was a Medicine Cat now, and those were her duties.

Ooc: Don't worry about that! We all understand.

Oh, and I see you have a new username. I'll go edit the Clan list A.S.A.P!

Ic: All through the long night that followed, Whisperpaw thought of Battlepaw while she tended to the wounded. Images of him, of his loving smile, of his sweet scent, flew through her mind; the words he said to her that wonderful day when they met outside camp echoed in her head. I'd do anything. Whisperpaw, I love you.
She sometimes caught herself daydreaming or grinning foolishly at herself, but she didn't mind as long as no one else noticed; they were her own thoughts, her own memories, and she didn't want to share them with anyone.
The young apprentice was exhausted, possibly more so than any of her Clanmates. But she had to stay awake, or cats might die; now that she was training to be a Medicine Cat, she shouldered more responsibilities than any warrior, except for Jasper and Somberstar of course.
Memories of Battlepaw were what allowed her to last through the night; it was them that lent her strength and determination when dealing with a wound that seemed impossible to cure, them that stopped her from giving up; they gave her hope and confidence and helped her find the right words to tell the Clan to stop cats from panicking.
Even when concentrating upon the most difficult cases, Battlepaw was never far from her thoughts. To her, it felt like he was standing next to her, supporting and encouraging her.
Without that, Whisperpaw knew she would have given up immediately. And, even though he wasn't really there, she was grateful.

It was dawn. Faint sunlight filtered through the branches of the trees and illuminated the camp, the beneficial rays of the sun drying Whisperpaw's fur and making the morning dew evaporate. The rain had stopped very early that morning, just after midnight; the apprentice had been grateful at first, but when the chill of the night had started seeping into her already-soaked skin, she had thoroughly regretted having to stay outside while others rested in warm dens.
After this cold, exhausting night, Whisperpaw was feeling sore and, most of all, tired. So the young apprentice slowly dragged herself into the Medicine Cat den and curled up her nest, hoping oblivion would come quickly. She had heard Runningwind coughing, but her mind barely registered it before she fell into a deep, comforting sleep.