Oh! So Wolfhawk thought this was a joke, then! Mountaintalon bushed out his tail and snarled while trying to keep heavy pressure on the deputy's shoulder.
“What is the point in prioritizing a corpse when your unconscious deputy is clearly in need of more urgent assistance? If you truly believe she's dead, then change focus. She has extra lives, Spiderthroat does not! If he had bled out and died, it would be a result of your abandonment!” Though maybe killing the deputy would knock some sense into the empty space between those ears.
Perhaps it was a lost cause, however, if giving orders to an unconscious cat was any indication.
“He's out, you brainless waste of breath! Do you really think he can hear you, let alone walk at all? Risingstorm.” Mountaintalon bit the name out as the Head Hornet approached. The gash's bleeding had slowed somewhat when he pulled back to check, so he discarded the soaked scrap of moss and moved to Spiderthroat's side.
“Unfortunately my injuries render me beyond any further help. I can lift him onto your back so you can carry him into the den. Mind his wounds and watch your paws.”
He grasped Spiderthroat by the scruff and hauled him onto Risingstorm's back, his own injuries protesting with the effort. When Fennelfluff wandered over, Mountaintalon shot the other tom a severe look.
“Are you incapable of seeing what is happening around you? Your deputy bleeds out in front of you and this is all you have to offer? If you wish to be useful, check the clearing and ensure this one has not left any more stragglers to die by themselves.” He jerked his muzzle at Wolfhawk.
“Notify me immediately if he has.”
As for the healer himself, Mountaintalon shook flecks of blood from his paw and turned fully to bare his teeth at the tom.
“You best get your head on straight, boy, lest you kill us all with your incompetence! Stop pandering to corpses when there are still living cats who rely on your help.”
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