Raid Healing [ShadowClan]

[DarkNight]

Form:
Name: Honeypaw
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice
Medical Info: He is COVERED in blood and scars. He is on the verge of death because of a large one on his chest. It is extremely deep
Other/Questions (extra facts?): Nope
Live or Die?: Barely Live
Mention me: @Moon Lily

[Undertaker]

Name:Beastspark
Age: 38 moons
Gender:Tom
Rank: Deputy
Medical info: several semi-deep lacerations to both flanks, three shallow scratches across the face, bite puncture wounds to the tail, shredded ear, small gash in the shoulder
Live or Die: Live
Mention me: @Moon Lily
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The deputy took a seat off to the side as he watched Irisflame work on other clanmates. He was worn out, but shook off the urge to slumber and instead started licking the cuts on his flank. It hadn't been the best idea to yank those fish faces off his back like that but it had saved his belly from getting sliced opened. The deput gives a soft sigh while cleaning his wounds. He could probably take care of himself so long as Irisflame told him what to chew and where to place it. His face being the only one that he'd need help with.

[BEAR.]

Name: Falcondive
Age: roughly 10 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Medical Info:

• Shoulder bite wound
• Bitten tail
• Shoulder scratches (other shoulder)
• Minor face scratch
• Clawed side
• Shredded lower back from being repeatedly pummeled with back claws; due to having some of his fur forcibly torn out in the process, this has also made some patches of his skin raw
• Blunt force injuries on both sides of his face; includes bleeding from scratch marks and bruising, which has made it more swollen

Other/Questions (extra facts?):
Live or Die?: live
Mention me: @Moon Lily

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Falcondive had not made it far from where he killed the traitor, Frostthorn.

In a heap, he had collapsed on the ground, energy spent on the fight and from pain. That stupid fish she-cat had done a number on him, and now he just wanted to take a nap and hope the pain simmered down.

What.. a fight. He hoped Honeypaw and Hailstorm were okay.

[Quasar]

Name: Sagewhisker
Age: Roughly 18 or 19 moons
Gender: female
Rank: warrior

Medical stuff:
Ear wound from thunderclan raid was reopened
deep scratches on leg
deep scratches of stomach
Shallow scratches on lower face

Live or die?: live

@Moon Lily

[Wings]

Running into the den, again, Echokit trotted up to Irisflame with a big smile on her face. Owlfeather had taken her to the Waterbarn during the raid and she had never been that far out. Although she had escaped once, she had came back with no one noticing she had left camp. "Need help?" Her silvery tail swaying behind her and the young she's eyes burned with curiosity and excitement as usual.
@Moon Lily

[nocturnal]

Name: Frostpaw
Age: 9 moons
Gender: male
Rank: apprentice
Medical Info: shallow slash across left flank, medium scratches on chest, shallow/medium laceration across upper back, light scratch on stomach and right cheek
Other: after getting slashed on the back, he was shoved onto the ground (brute force was applied onto the injury?)
Live or Die?: live
Mention me: @Moon Lily

A white tom glared at nothing as he sat in line, waiting for Irisflame to finish tending his clanmates. Apparently, the rage of the battle had been very distracting. The pain from his injuries was just starting to set in and it hurt. Very much. Although he wasn't going to complain. Most of the cats he'd seen out there had suffered worse. He only hoped that no one had actually died.

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Name: Fallenheart
Age: 17 moons
Gender: male
Rank: warrior
Medical Info: bitten hind leg, whatever happens when a cat gets bashed on the shoulder
Live or Die?: live

The black tabby crept into the Medicine Den, sitting down somewhere so that the rest of his clanmates were tended first. He'd gotten better off compared to most of the warriors out there. Did that mean he didn't do enough? Could he have been more productive than dealing half-hearted blows to an equally dispassionate enemy? Probably. The same thing had happened during the raid on ThunderClan. He just wasn't good at fighting.

[Greenleap]

Originally Posted by Moon Lily

[ @Greenleap ]

Irisflame heard pawsteps approaching, and jumped over to the mouth of the den. Another battle patient. Thankfully Thornkit and Honeypaw had created all those nests for her last time. As an apprentice waddled in, she smiled. Being in a better mood since she let out her snappiness at the battle made things easier.
"What I'm earth happened to you?! Come here." She mewed, gesturing to a spot in the dusty earth.

"Multiple fights, I don't know how to fight, I got beaten up... Well, that's the short version." He meowed. "Do you want the long version?" He said sarcastically.

[Estelle]

Name: Nightpaw
Age: 6.5 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice
Medical Info: scratches, mainly on her right paw
Other/Questions:
-Not sure if scratches are something a medi cat would need to look at, so filled out the form just in case.
-Mainly just wants to see if there's anything she can help with since she was pretty much useless during the battle.
Live or Die?: Live
Mention me: @Moon Lily

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Nightpaw was still feeling nervous, or rather anxious, from now past battle, a feeling that would surely linger for much longer than she'd like. Although some relief had found it's place, as well as gratitude. She was relieved her mother seemed to have stayed unharmed, and grateful that Frostpaw had come to help her get out of the mess she got herself in, yet was worried about his injuries.
Taking a few deep breaths, the molly figured that Irisflame would surely be out healing everyone by now, which would obviously be more cats than after the raid on ThunderClan. So perhaps she could see of the medicine cat needed some help? It'd be one way she could make herself useful after having been quite the opposite during the battle.

Giving the scratches on her paw a few licks, and taking some more breaths to help push the feeling of anxiety down, Nightpaw got up and made her way to the medicine cat's den. Of course once she was there the young apprentice waited patiently for Irisflame to finish whatever she may be doing, before carefully stepping in "um... ex-excu-cuse m-me..?" the white molly started quietly, the past event's clearly not helping when it came to the unusual stutter "mi-might i b-be a-bl-e to hel-help with som-meth-ing?" Nightpaw finally finished. She didn't want to be completely useless after all, and doing something might be good to help get her mind of the fear and anxiety that was still lingering, even if it was something directly related to it.

[MrAJtheAJ]

Bloodtooth limped in the medicine cat den, his shoulder screaming in pain. "You occupied?" He panted.
@Moon Lily

[Terrestrial]

Name: Swiftshine
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Medical Info: Multiple scratches and a gash on her side
Other/Questions (extra facts?): ???
Live or Die?: Live
Mention me: @Moon Lily
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Swiftshine limped into Irisflame's den, her body ached as she plopped down. The molly gazed around the den carefully, her tail swayed as she gazed around. Swiftshine licked her gash on her side, it stung like hell! {Sorry it's short, I don't have that much inspo}