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~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 28 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]

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Stars above... why was everything tilting...? Well, one look down at her pelt would show that Briarsplash was rather covered in blood. Maybe drenched? Hard to tell with her layers of fur. Which blood was hers or the snakes' or the rats' really depended on the shades of red, making an ironic different kind of 'splash' pattern on her dilute tortie pelt. It was rather infuriating, and while the she-cat had a knack for pushing off pain as long as possible, she also didn't want the embarrassment of blacking out right on the battlefield. That would sure be a fun sight to see, right?

Stubbornly Briarsplash took down another rat or two before she could've sworn her vision darkened completely for a moment — and then, with a frustrated grunt, she looked over at Owlthroat. "Gotta... get this bleeding to stop... I'll be no good on the ground," she muttered dejectedly, her voice terse with annoyance. The warrior at her side was faithfully standing there, and despite her rather aloof self, she felt a stab of gratitude to find Clan loyalty like this. Like he would've caught her if she'd fallen, even if they both tended to be more solitary warriors. That, all things considered, felt good. Even if she could barely think about that while she was staggering over her own paws.

Vaguely, Briarsplash had seen Rookfire's location earlier; it didn't take too long for the stocky she-cat to lumber over, batting away a vicious creature or two on the way — it was all a blur, really — before she nearly fell to a stop right in front of the medicine cat apprentice. The main culprit of her bloodsoaked pelt, besides her kills, were the stubborn snake bites lodged into her skin through her thick fur; one was on her front left paw, now curled in the air to take the weight off of it. One or two were on her flank, and another one on one of her legs. Whatever those snakes had in them, the wounds were bleeding fast, and she blinked stubbornly to clear those irritating black spots from her vision.

"J-Just... patch me up quick, will ya? Stupid bleeding... I gotta get back in—" The fierce she-cat huffed before sinking to the ground, ears flattened in embarrassment. Okay, yeah, she needed to sit down. Just for a moment. Even though her claws were already itching to get back into the fight, not to be some pathetic weakling who had to drop out...

[ @Daragca - owlthroat interaction | @alec - rookie! main focus is blood loss from the large snake bites, no disease from the rats or anything ^^ previous post here in case it helps injury idea! ]