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FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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So much noise.

The dark tabby blinked a few times as, not Wolfhawk or Hollowpaw, but Sparrowpelt approached. He still felt woozy and dizzy, but there was some feeling coming back... whether that was a blessing or a curse, he wasn't sure. So many cats everywhere. So much blood running. Had he blacked out for a moment? What was going on? He heard a lot of yelling, but Sparrowpelt's pressure on his side made him flinch and brought him back to his own injuries. A short hiss came out, more involuntary than anything, and more pain came with it as he felt the grinding in his own chest.

What did he say? Flintclaw's chest sounded good? Maybe he was still out of it, he was trying to catch on to what else was going on around him as the large tom disappeared for a moment. Spiderthroat was screaming. There was so much happening, it was all too overwhelming. His eyes managed to focus enough to make out not only several cats moving around, but the patrol still looked in a terrible state. Nothing was getting done fast enough, it seemed.

Thing's weren't becoming much clearing. What the hell was going on? The chaos was slowly getting more organized as the deputy started barking orders. Flintclaw wasn't much for understanding herbs, but was today the day he needed to learn more than just applying cobwebs?

Poppy seeds were dropped in front of him by Sparrowpelt. His chest was killing him, certainly these would do a number. He lapped them up, feeling the same, dry and nauseating feeling of trying to eat something. The world was still spinning. He was still in pain... How long would it be before the poppy seeds kicked it? He didn't know. He didn't even know if they would leave him in a state to help, but since he was stubborn and refused to be helpless while his deputy barked orders and his leader laid practically lifeless, he tried to push himself up into a seated position, but slid back down.

And boy, how the world spun. A quiet growl came from his throat, only exacerbating the sharp pain rising from his chest. "Sp...Sp'rrow... 'ow... c'n I 'elp...?" He asked the warrior who seemed to know what he was doing, at least for the most part. The rasp in his dry throat was heavy, but he needed to ignore it for now. Flintclaw was in quite the state, but if there was something he could do... He would do it until he passed out. If he needed to, he would drag himself along the floor if he couldn't walk.

He had a feeling he would be told to stay put, but until Spiderthroat was the one who told him, he refused to settle down. 'keep him still' Sparrowpelt had said. Flintclaw wanted to see them try.

 

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