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Post by jinxeh ఇ on Jan 2, 2012 17:28:01 GMT -5
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A few situations ran through Crimsonfire's mind, pertaining to Snowstorm's reaction. The most prominent one of course, being that he would coolly shrug him off or even more likely, pull away from him and completely ignore the fact that the deputy was offering assistance. Either case would ruffle the flame pelted tom, but it wouldn't be surprising. But after a few minutes of no real reaction to their pelts touching, Crimsonfire felt himself relax and was pleased that Snowstorm would let him help him back to camp, even if it would be a shot at his pride and break solitude that he had built around himself when it came to his Clan. Crimsonfire was also preparing himself for the reaction his Clan mates would offer him, when they found out he helped the senior warrior back to the safety of the camp. It could go one of two ways, he decided. Either they would treat him as a hero for saving a clan members life (a stretch of the truth, but Crimsonfire wouldn't mind) or they would question his motives and his loyalty to the TigerClan because he helped the so called traitor.
To say the least, he would prefer the first scenario, but right now, he was selfish to be thinking of himself. He had a dying warrior against his shoulder, who was losing more blood than their were prey in the dense jungle territory. Speaking of which, his eyes refocused on the cat, who was still supporting himself for the most part. Crimsonfire was starting to get impatient waiting for the tom to make up his mind, to move or lay down and die. He was starting to feel fatigue set into his muscles, making them ache, and not want to respond as they might had he been fully awake and rested. The weight of how tired he was tugged at his eyelids, trying to coax them to meet and let the tom sleep. Sleep was what they both needed, Snowstorm more than him, but sleep to the white warrior could also mean a journey to the Clan in the sky. So despite how tired he was, Crimsonfire knew he had bigger things to deal with, first and foremost, getting Snowstorm back in one piece - well, relatively one piece.
After what felt like a century, he felt the weight Snowstorm fully against his shoulder. He flexed his muscles to better support the warrior and keep both of them upright. Since the two TigerClan warriors were of the same stature, it was more difficult to support, than had it been a smaller warrior. Crimsonfire would show no sign of a struggle though, that would show weakness to the white tom, who in Crimsonfire's mind, was still trying to find a reason to respect him. He hoped that this would show the tom he was worthy of respect. It was a hope that he was certain wouldn't be reached, but he was okay with that. If helping someone in need wasn't worthy of the toms respect, then his respect was worth having. Besides, the only cats respect that was worth having was StarClan's and he was positive that he had theirs. Eyes still on the white warriors head, he watched it as it sunk slightly lower and he felt the warriors shoulder roll against his own and he knew that finally they were ready to make their way back.
Every step, he could feel the warriors body tremble against his own, but the stride of the white warrior never faltered in their path. Admiration struck the young deputy at the determination in which Snowstorm moved. However, the determination wouldn't make the journey any faster unfortunately. Losing his footing slightly, he felt his knees buckle against the weight of the large brute and he felt his jaw clench so tightly a sliver of pain radiate through his molars, up into his nose and into his already throbbing head. It took him no more than a few seconds to regain it, but he was concerned with how it affected the white cat. Thankfully, upon observation, the warrior seemed no more worse for wear than before the little slip. A sigh of relief was the only sound that broke the still night air, Snowstorm as silent as Silverpelt above them. Another sigh of relief exited his body as his vision found the entrance to camp.
He was expecting the old medicine cat to come towards them however. Apparently, he had failed to catch her scent on the wind, and it was one that was easy to notice, seeing how it was always mixed with the scents of the herbs in which she had dedicated her long life to. Locking his eyes on her, he felt his body jerk slightly with surprise and then his ears flush hot with fresh embarrassment. A silly emotion in a situation like this. Regaining composure he nodded to the white she-cat in reply to her words. Feeling the she-cat slip between the two, he moved out of the way, his tail flicking back and forth. An ache bloomed within the shoulder which he had supported Snowstorm, and he rolled it to relieve it, but he was not successful. Unsure of what to do, he sheepishly followed the two tigers, impressed by how easily the old pale tiger helped the tom walk. Dragging his feet, and ears swivelling, he followed them to through the camp, only catching some of the words that Goldenlight said.
"Are you sure he is gonna be all right?" Trying to keep his voice down to avoid alerting the Clan of the event unravelling, his voice came out as a husky whisper in comparison to her feminine, gentle one.
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Post by Bast on Jan 2, 2012 17:51:56 GMT -5
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MISTY blue eyes focused on the path ahead as Goldenlight and her burden gradually made their way to her den, a little clearing set a bit away from the main camp. Thankfully most of the clan was asleep, meaning there would be less fuss made over the injured Snowstorm and the anxious deputy. Crimsonfire was trying to hide it but there wasn't much that could hide from the older medicine cat. Too many moons had passed before her hazy eyes for such things to be possible. The two warriors were not on the best of terms but then again, Goldenlight couldn't think of a single cat in the clan on good terms with Snowstorm, save perhaps herself. It amused her lightly that Crimsonfire was actually worried. Evidently the young tom had never seen such a firm warrior as Snowstorm brought so low.
"AT least two ribs are broken," Goldenlight murmured, shifting Snowstorm to help the tom sink into a nest on his uninjured side. "He won't be hunting or patrolling for more than a moon, I can say that right now." Sliding easily past the now laying tom, she collected some poppy seeds and other plants onto a large fern frond and brought it over. Sitting beside the white tom, Goldenlight nudged the poppy seeds toward the tom. He was as compliant as a kit, normally clear eyes hazy. Consciousness was fading fast for him, poor tom. "These punctures are deep, but shouldn't be too serious," Goldenlight went on, collecting various fragrant leaves and chewing them thoughtfully into a thick salve.
WITH practiced ease, the golden tigress left the salve on a fern front and gently rasped her tongue over Snowstorm's discolored pelt. She cleaned away the extra blood that had leaked from the wounds, careful not to touch the forming scabs. He'd have some nasty scars from this endeavor. Pausing in her grooming to listen, she heard Snowstorm's wheezy breathing, shallow and hitching as his ribs pained him. The poppy seeds were quickly putting him to sleep. Good. Once she was certain the extra blood was out of the way, Goldenlight slathered the salve over the punctures.
"GIVE him time and Snowstorm will be up and about before you notice he's gone," Goldenlight promised the deputy with a kind smile as she rose to collect some cobwebs. "Though I have to wonder, why would a tom as smart as Snowstorm hunt a boar alone?" Crimsonfire could marvel at Goldenlight's perception if he wanted to but the wounds spoke for themselves. Only boars left punctures like that when a hunt went wrong. "Ah for a genius he sure does have his foolish moments, you'd think he'd know to take someone with him on such a hunt."
SIGHING, Goldenlight gently layered silvery cobwebs over the punctures until she was certain they were properly covered. Pausing once more to make sure Snowstorm was deeply asleep, she stood and moved his large white paws so she could stand closer to his belly and side. Peering closely at the area where the ribs were broken, the pale tigress gently used the tip of her paw to probe the area. Even in his sleep, the warrior beneath her twitched when she hit tender spots. Clucking her tongue, Goldenlight sat back and wrapped her tail around her paws.
"BROKEN but they haven't moved. If he stays still they shouldn't poke anything they're not supposed to. If they do, things will get very messy, very fast for our resident loner."
PALE blue eyes roved over to Crimsonfire and swept the deputy. "Are you injured? Sore perhaps?" A small pile of leaves was nudged toward the tom. "They're bitter but they'll take away that ache in your shoulder."
GOLDENLIGHT wouldn't tell Crimsonfire everything of course. Snowstorm had rights to privacy just like every other cat in the clan. Healing ribs was tricky business without any real way to keep them stable. One wrong move when they weren't fully healed and everything could go downhill very quickly without anyone but Snowstorm realizing it. The white tom wasn't an open patient and seldom came to Goldenlight for anything less than life threatening. He'd feel subtle pains and aches as the ribs healed but if he twisted wrong or someone bumped into him too hard too soon, it was very likely one of his ribs could rebreak and possibly puncture an organ. If that happened, there wasn't much Goldenlight could do. Tigers could be a bit rough without meaning to and if Snowstorm went on a patrol and got into a scuffle with a loner or something, well, it would be very ugly.
PUSHING those unwelcome thoughts from her mind and choosing to focus on what she could heal right now, her eyes refocused on Crimsonfire. It would do no good to send Sparrowstar a sore deputy. Snowstorm was sound asleep and for now all Goldenlight could do was watch and keep reapplying the salve to the punctures to make sure they stayed clean. The ribs would have to be kept immobile which would mean immobilizing Snowstorm, a feat that would require plenty of poppy seeds.
Tagged;; Crimsonfire
Word Count;; 871
Background Song;; NA
Notes;; and to switch perspectives :P
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Post by jinxeh ఇ on Jan 2, 2012 19:25:06 GMT -5
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Trailing a ways behind them, he glanced around the camp to see if anyone was up and aware of what was going on and who just got hauled back to camp. Thankfully, no one seemed to be conscious or coherent enough to be able to understand what was going on. Head down, he returned his line of vision to the two cats who had now disappeared into the medicine cats den. Pricking his ears forward he hesitated before stopping at the entrance, not wanting to intrude. Crimsonfire had never set foot in the medicine cats den before, seeing as he had never been sick, nor an injury that needed any medical attention, at least that's what he told himself. Common sense also told him that Snowstorm probably wouldn't be too thrilled to wake up and smell Crimsonfire all over the den. He couldn't see that going over too well with the tom.
Crimsonfire gave only a slow, small nod in response to her; he didn't know what to say. Despite what she said, broken ribs sounded pretty serious, especially if it would put him out of his duties for a moon at the least. But, it wasn't the ribs that concerned him, he wasn't even aware anything was wrong with his ribs. It was the gaping, holes that were gushing blood that were really causing him to freak out. Crimsonfire sat down outside the den, her voice still ringing clear through the camp, and most importantly to the worried deputy. This feeling was alien to Crimsonfire, concern, worry, fear for the warriors life. Maybe it was because he also felt guilty. If he hadn't been so mean and bossy, maybe he wouldn't have gone off and hunted a boar all by himself. Nervously, Crimsonfire shuffled his paws. One thing was for sure, he really disliked the feeling that he had. He wasn't exactly an emotional cat, or one that liked to show how he was feeling. Unless, he was mad. That emotion he was good at sharing, unfortunately.
From where he was sitting, he was unable to see anything that the pale she-cat was doing within the den, he could only hear the wheezy breaths of Snowstorm every now and then, and the clucking of the medicine cats tongue while she worked. This was driving him nuts, not being able to see what was going on. Swallowing his pride, he ducked into the mouth of the medicine cats den, just far enough that he was able to see what was going on and what she was doing. It amazed him to see the things she was doing. The semi-liquid on her paw looked like bile that someone wretched up after a bad run in with crow food, and he had to avert his eyes as she applied it to the wound. Keeping his eyes on his paws, in which ins claws were doing a number on the den floor, he tried to compose himself and get rid of the alien feeling that was taking over his usual cool, mean demeanour that he felt most comfortable in. He didn't get long though before Goldenlight spoke again.
"Sometimes warriors do stupid things, when they are trying to prove a point." The tom had somewhat succeeded in regaining control over his feelings, though his worry for Snowstorm was not gone from his eyes. He wasn't afraid of Goldenlight seeing the softer side of him, but if another cat were to awake and wander into their midst with an inability to sleep, he would rather be dead that show them that much weakness. "I was in the forest, and he went off by himself. He did not ask my assistance with the hunt, so I did not give it." Shrugging his broad shoulders, he winced at the tightness and let his eyes find their way to Goldenlight's own blue ones. "I didn't think he would go after one of that size... I'm just glad I didn't come back to camp..." He let his voice trail off, losing his edge again and dropping his gaze abruptly. This was harder than he had expected.
When the she-cat began to speak once again about the injured tom that lay resting between them, he let his mind wander. If it had been him in that situation, would Snowstorm have come back for him? His stomach returned to it's familiar knot when he realized the he probably wouldn't of. That was a disconcerting thought, and though it was extremely selfish, he was thankful it happened to Snowstorm and not him. Silence stretched between them, after the medicine cat addressed him for the sole reason that he wasn't aware she was talking to him. It wasn't until she pushed the small pile of herbs towards him. How on earth... he shook his head and smiled.
"I'm fine, nothing a good nights rest won't fix." He grunted, dismissing the herbs, not wanting to lay down for the night with a putrid taste burrowed into his tongue.
Tagged;; Goldenlight
Word Count;; 835
Background Song;; Toy Soldiers by Marianas Trench
Notes;; I love the table Basty-dear!! (:
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Post by Bast on Jan 2, 2012 20:06:10 GMT -5
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PALE blue eyes skimmed the red warrior but the aged medicine cat simply shrugged and took back the herbs, sorting them away. As she moved about the den, Goldenlight glanced at Crimsonfire out of the corner of her eye. Bowing her head to double check Snowstorm's breathing, the medicine cat waved her tail back and forth as she thought. She knew the look in Crimsonfire's eyes as he watched Snowstorm wheezing in his sleep. The deputy was following the same train of thought as many of the cats in the clan. A lot of cats did it. They wondered if Snowstorm would do anything for them if they were where he was. Goldenlight saw it a lot and had seen it long before Snowstorm and Crimsonfire had been born. It was a common train of thought when one was both guilty and concerned but still feeling some dislike. Tucking her nose under Snowstorm's chin, Goldenlight tilted the tom's head up a little so he could breathe easier. There was a long road to recovery waiting for Snowstorm when he woke and had to face the pain again but it would also be a long night for Goldenlight, monitoring his breathing and keeping poppy seeds close at paw along with a plethora of other herbs to fight infections, clot blood and fight potential fevers.
RAISING her head, the medicine cat reclined on her haunches again beside the tom, gaze skimming Snowstorm's torn side to make sure she hadn't missed any injuries. Finally she looked up at Crimsonfire.
"I know that gaze," Goldenlight said kindly, a knowing twinkle in her pale eyes. "You want to know, don't you? If he'd drag you back to camp if you got gored by a boar."
A yawn pulled itself from the faded tabby tigress. Wrapping her tail around her paws, Goldenlight looked at Snowstorm and then back at Crimsonfire.
"I'VE known this tom since he was a kit. Just like most of the clan and he may not show it, but Snowstorm would do what he had to for his clan. Even if he didn't like you, and honestly I've never known him to truly not like anyone." Straightening up, the aging tigress sighed. "Now go on Crimsonfire, go on and get some sleep. Tomorrow I suggest seeing Sparrowstar but not until you've slept properly. And when you're still sore in that shoulder tomorrow, feel free to stop by." An eye-crinkling smile followed Goldenlight's words as she got up and shepherded Crimsonfire out toward the rest of the clan.
TURNING away, the faded tabby glanced skyward. Nearly midnight. Washed in moonlight, Goldenlight looked nearly white, so faded was her once warm golden fur. Shaking her head, the medicine cat ambled back into her den and settled down sitting near Snowstorm, blue eyes hiding behind closed eyelids. She'd mastered sleeping sitting up after so many moons of attending injured warriors and ill queens through the night. It was trying however and got more so with each passing moon. Stiffness was settling into the aging medicine cat but she didn't have the heart to rouse Flutterpaw from a rare deep sleep.
SIGHING quietly to herself, Goldenlight dropped into a crouch, tucking her paws under her and wrapping her tail around her side. Her gaze found Snowstorm in the shadowy den, his white pelt reflecting the moonlight that worked its way in. Closing her eyes, the medicine cat stilled, her own pale pelt reflecting the low light in a more subtle way than the crispness of Snowstorm's neat white pelt, due to the soft gold still holding on to the medicine cat's pelt.
Tagged;; Crimsonfire
Word Count;; 624
Background Song;; NA
Notes;; a little short...i apologize
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Post by Bast on Jan 5, 2012 1:25:59 GMT -5
THREAD COMPLETE
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