Drizzlecloud
Thunderclan
She/her
The sour, fresh scent of blood caused Drizzlecloud nose to scrunch up in distaste. The scent got closer and closer–along with the warm scent of the nursery, which caused the fur along her neck to stand on end. She lifted herself off of the ground and to her paws just in time, seeing as Stormshadow came bursting into the den–carrying a small ball of fur in his jaws.
A kit.
“Place her down on a moss nest for me, please, gently. I’ll grab the necessary herbs to help her… Lick her face and talk to her, keep her awake for me, okay?" Drizzlecloud darted to the herb storage, sweeping up cobwebs, some marigold flowers and a clump of moss. Before returning to the pair, she plunged the moss under the small stream running through her den, thoroughly soaking it before she rushed back to Minnowkit’s aid.
“She’s awake still, right?” Drizzlecloud asked urgently as she dropped her supplies to the ground.
“I need to clean her wounds before I can wrap her up… Minnowkit, dear, this will sting a little bit, but I’m just cleaning up your wounds to fend off infection, okay? I promise I will take care of you–I’ll help you.”
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