WindClan: Life Before 2023's Fire

[stag]

*Barley-kit waked in with Fawnkit, his dear still bleeding not as bad.*Fawn-kit, you ok.

[Fawnhearted]

Fawnkit padded into the Den and threw up once more, this time it looked like water and scarlet bits. “What now Barleykit?” Said Fawnkitas he collapsed on the ground. He didn’t know where his brother or mom was, and he felt like crap. @Cougar

[stag]

*He waited for Twilight-star* You lay down. I was coming here and so was Twilight-star.* "Twilight-star Im sorry for Mask-paws behavior" @Beau @Moonraven

[dionysus]

[ @Moonraven @wren @Shimm ]

In her state, Heathernose nearly missed Twolightstar’s words completely. She only tuned in when her name was spoken and the warrior looked up into the leader’s eyes. The last thing Heathernose wanted to do at the moment was seem weak in front of all of her clan mates- even if they had just savagely torn someone apart- and she forced herself to swallow down the disgust and look evenly at Twilightstar.

“Thank you, Twilightstar. I won’t do anything I am uncomfortable with.”

Straightening up and putting on a calm face, Heathernose stepped up to the mangled body and leaned forward in preparation to help pick it up. She paused when she heard Brindlejaw, though, and looked up at him, flashing him a grateful look. Despite the gruesomeness of the scenario, Brindlejaw‘s kindness and concern for her and Wolfbound’s presence were already helping stabilize her and she knew she needed some time with cats she felt comfortable around. The molly gave the two other warriors each a friendly bump on the shoulder with her head and offered a weak smile.

“I’m good. I’d like to help see him toward a proper burial and I feel Riverclan might be his only chance for that.”

She also added in a lower tone for just Wolfbound and Brindlejaw to hear,

“I also don’t really want to stick around- all of the gore in the clearing is making me a bit nauseous.”

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[ moon again @Cougar @Elementals @Wings ]

Rushingmoor looked over at the kit and grimaced. How was he supposed to answer that? Well, best to be honest.

“Well, kid, looks like your friend tore half of it off. It’ll be a sick scar though, which chicks dig, so it’s not all bad news.”

His adrenaline from the moment had subsided and Rushingmoor saw the truth in Twilightstar’s words. If he was being honest, he was just mad that the younger cat had both defended Twi and dispatched the traitor before he’d had the chance to but that was his failing, not Creekpaw’s.

“Look, my bad for snapping. You did the right thing- I’m just pissed you got there before me. No hard feelings?”

His words were directed at Creekpaw- he’d only sent Twiggy a nod of understanding. When she asked him to help out Fallenghost, though, with the removal of a body, he nodded again and responded,

“Sure, I’ll help carry him.”

Half of him wondered if he should bring Stag along and he wanted to slap himself. Even he was thinking of himself as the kid’s babysitter at this point! No more watching over Stagpaw unless Twigs directly asked him to. He turned to Fallenghost.

“Ready to go?”

[Fawnhearted]

Fawnkit layer down and snored softly with a occasional cough, blood droplets were on his muzzle.

[stag]

*he fell asleep across from fawn-kit*

[Finpaw]

@Fawnhearted @Cougar @wren

Sheepkit hurried in soon after Fawnkit and his friend, looking around worriedly. He’d known his brother was sick, but not how badly, until he noticed them go into Coyotesnarl’s den. Spotting them by one of the empty nests, he rushed over to his brother.

“Fawnkit? What’s wrong? Has your cough gotten worse?” Sheepkit fussed over his littermate. The look of what he coughed up about answered his question, and honestly scared him a lot, but he did his best to keep on a brave face in spit of it.

He crouched down beside Fawnkit to offer a comforting presence, making sure he wasn’t where he could get coughed on- just in case it was contagious, and he hadn’t gotten the same thing yet. Fawnkit needed him right now; he couldn’t go and get so badly sick, as well.

Suddenly, Sheepkit remembered this den was occupied, and with a tinge of embarrassment in all his fear he turned to where Coyotesnarl was.

“I-I’m sorry for the intrusion, sir,” he apologized with a polite, shaking voice. “My brother here - Fawnkit - he’s just not been feeling well lately, with a fever and coughing a lot, and it’s gotten worse and our mother is worried it might be whitecough or something else. Can you help him, please?”

[stag]

*Barley-kit ear was still bleeding*

[Wings]

[ @Moonraven @Beau @Elementals ]
-Creekpaw-

The lilac pointed tom wanted to spit out the blood in his mouth, it covered his maw a bit from some blood that had squirted out of Maskpaw's throat. He was still getting a little bit of shivers and flinched slightly as Rushingmoor snapped at him. He didn't know how to reply but, was thankfully saved by Twilightstar.
Blood still splatered in spots on his chest and shoulders, he looked back up to Rushingmoor. He still couldn't believe he had killed someone, all of the anger and sadness towards Mountainmist had been set free but, he still felt like he was missing something. "Y-yeah, no hard feelings." He spoke, turning to look back down at the young tom he had killed.

[stag]

*barley-kit ran out of the med den* Really no hard feeling, I will never stand with his actions, You murdered my cousin. Rushingmoor had it under control! Overkill man, Mask-paw threw me then he left. You attacked him first! @Wings