[poppy]

Dovefluff

As such a devout believer, Dovefluff usually didn't feel so shaken in her faith. But the sight of her daughter, bleeding and battered beneath her was enough to tears some of the deep roots of faith she had in StarClan. Surely they would spare her daughter? Surely, if there was a higher power, they wouldn't play with the mortality of her children like this. Surely this wouldn't have happened if StarClan truly was good. But she tried not to reject the beliefs she had had for so long, it was just hard. It was oh so very difficult.

Lioncrest's aide had been very helpful, and if her daughter wasn't bleeding out beneath her paws, Dovefluff would collapse into him and fall fast asleep, exhausted and in immense physical and emotional pain. As he seemed to check her for wounds, she did the same, eyes flicking over his body for any life-threatening injuries. Tense muscles easing with relief as he didn't seem to be in too much pain or in immediate danger, she turned her head sharply as Cherrypaw fell to the ground.

The lucky little bird was torn between helping Cherrypaw and holding Spring's wound, but thank stars for Lioncrest, who took care of the unconscious apprentice.

Looking down as movement caught her eye, as the small, battered form beneath her stirred, Dovefluff let out a comforting, calming purr, feeling a bit better now that Springpaw was awake, almost crying with relief. Relief turned to nausea and heartbreak as her daughter spoke, and Dovefluff was quick to slowly lean down to nuzzle Springpaw if allowed, drawing her tongue gently over Spring's forehead to try to ease the young calico's fears. "Momma's here, Springpaw. I'm here, okay? You're safe, you're going to be okay." The single, pleading word jumpstarted Dove's keen maternal instincts and she would hold Spring's paw, but she was currently holding a wound with one paw and steadying herself with a fractured leg, so she couldn't use any other paw unless she wanted to collapse. "You're going to be alright, try not speak, okay? L-look, Drizzlecloud is here, she's going to patch you right up, okay baby? I love you so much, and you're going to be fine." Her voice was firm and strong as she lovingly stroked Springpaw, humming softly to try to quell the fear at least a bit.

Looking up, eyes wide with a silent plea as Drizzlecloud seemed to struggle briefly, she let out a soft wheeze as Drizzlecloud jumped to action, nodding at the medicine cat's orders. Obeying the healer, she held the cobwebs in place, only removed her bloodied paw from the wound so Drizzlecloud could patch the wound up, placing her paw back on and listening seriously to her request, nodding briefly. "Of course. Anything." She nodded to the other molly once her paws were in place, holding the cobwebs firm, not hard enough to choke her, but steady enough to try to stop the flow while the medicine cat was gone.

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