the she cat was dazed for a long time often wondering why she couldn’t open her left eye. Then it dawned on her she didn’t have a left eye anymore and began to panic. M-my eye..I can’t see..I-it took my eye confusion washed over her. The fox would’ve killed her or more likely should’ve killed her but why didn’t it? Then the memory of seeing a dark tabby with cream fur. Toby…damn it.he came back.
Her ears swiveled towards scorpion with endless worry in her singular eye. Y-your a bunch of hacking coughs escaped her mouth before her gaze returned towards her new found friend. Your ok right? she could honestly care less about herself as she gazed at his nose. I shouldn’t have asked to climb the tree.. guilt made her stomach prick and she hissed when elmshadow dripped something in her eye.
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Gentlebloom nodded anxiously as Elmshadow scolded her. Of course she was being unreasonable, but her concern about her dying was because then her kits would have no one to feed them and they would starve. No, she couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't. She scrunched her eyes and stifled a yelp as more pain shot through her. She looked wobbly over at Elmshadow, wordlessly pleading for help. What should she do? This was only her first litter, and boy was she nervous...she gasped for breath, trying not to panic and hyperventilate. Closing her eyes to steady herself, she ignored the pains in her stomach that only grew stronger by the moment, focusing on her labored breathing and doing her best to steady it. But recently, it seemed like her best was never enough...
@Pitou - would you like me to just post the entire kitting rp in the next post or spread the posts out like this one?
Oh no.
It was happening, it was actually happening. Tufted ears swiveling at the sudden noise in the den, Nightwren gave a fearful glance around. Some should go help her... He didn't want to... What if something happened to her? Breath catching in his throat, the large tom eventually swallowed his fear, and tried to calm his frantic mind with rational thoughts. This was completely common. Almost every she-cat had kits... Why would she be any different? See? Look at how much sense that made.... Wait.. Bad things still, happened no matter how common they were.
Shaking the feelings away, he carefully picked his way through the clearing. Once he reached the med den, he stopped. Alright, on the count of three... 1, 2, 3... "Gentlebloom? " peering inside the den, he immediately spotted his mate and hurried over to her. Yikes, she looked awful. And she looked alive, so that was a good thing. Sitting a distance away from the scene, he made sure to leave plenty of room for the dry worded medicine cat. It wouldn't help if he got in the way of things. At this point in time, he was at a near loss for words. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Ugh.. This was too complicated. So instead of trying to think of something moving to tell her, he stuttered out the first thing that came to mind. " Uh- you're doing great, Gentle... Keep up the good work?"
Gentlebloom nodded anxiously as Elmshadow scolded her. Of course she was being unreasonable, but her concern about her dying was because then her kits would have no one to feed them and they would starve. No, she couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't. She scrunched her eyes and stifled a yelp as more pain shot through her. She looked wobbly over at Elmshadow, wordlessly pleading for help. What should she do? This was only her first litter, and boy was she nervous...she gasped for breath, trying not to panic and hyperventilate. Closing her eyes to steady herself, she ignored the pains in her stomach that only grew stronger by the moment, focusing on her labored breathing and doing her best to steady it. But recently, it seemed like her best was never enough...
@Pitou - would you like me to just post the entire kitting rp in the next post or spread the posts out like this one?
Oh no.
It was happening, it was actually happening. Tufted ears swiveling at the sudden noise in the den, Nightwren gave a fearful glance around. Some should go help her... He didn't want to... What if something happened to her? Breath catching in his throat, the large tom eventually swallowed his fear, and tried to calm his frantic mind with rational thoughts. This was completely common. Almost every she-cat had kits... Why would she be any different? See? Look at how much sense that made.... Wait.. Bad things still, happened no matter how common they were.
Shaking the feelings away, he carefully picked his way through the clearing. Once he reached the med den, he stopped. Alright, on the count of three... 1, 2, 3... "Gentlebloom? " peering inside the den, he immediately spotted his mate and hurried over to her. Yikes, she looked awful. And she looked alive, so that was a good thing. Sitting a distance away from the scene, he made sure to leave plenty of room for the dry worded medicine cat. It wouldn't help if he got in the way of things. At this point in time, he was at a near loss for words. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Ugh.. This was too complicated. So instead of trying to think of something moving to tell her, he stuttered out the first thing that came to mind. " Uh- you're doing great, Gentle... Keep up the good work?"
Whiteheart stared daggers at Nightwren. It was HIS fault that White's sister was in pain. Because she had to handle HIS kits in her belly. "Gentlebloom c'mon its okay, it's fine, you won't die... Right?" What.If.She.DIed. Whiteheart would... He would... Ah, forget it. His shoulder twinged painfully, but his amazing sister hurt so much more (probably)! And then he realised the blood trickling down his lame leg. Oh. It didn't hurt though. All he cared was for his sister and poor Lostpaw. His non-feeling lame leg was the least of his worries. Heck, if it was severed in half he wouldn't even notice! He murmured softly to Gentlebloom and partly himself, hoping she would be okay.
Lynxshade
Shadowclan
27 moons old | she/her
Shadow Fiend | Primal Instincts | Beefed Up (T1)
Lynxshade was half-unconscious now, realizing with confusion that she was being brought somewhere by someone on their back. Oh, right. It's Hawk... Hawkbite. Why was it so hot and yet she felt deadly cold? Oh, she hated it so much. "Hawk..." she murmured sleepily, so softly that the tom wouldn't probably hear it.
Where was she? Why wasn't she hearing the river's rushing anymore?
She opened her eyes completely and saw a ceiling made of stone. Where am I?
She lifted her head and turned right, then left, but she felt sleepy and heavy and she wasn't sure she recognized the cave. Elmshadow?
Cough, cough. She coughed a bit before being able to speak, but her mouth felt dry and her words a little bit confused. "Where are we?" She was staring at a black tom with green eyes. "You aren't Hawkbite."Right, I was talking with him just a moment ago.
Lynxshade let her gaze travel over the smelly objects in the cave, noticing in a pit some plants that were absolutely... stinky. Yeah, that was the right word. Wait, I know where I am. "You are.. Elmshadow, right?" She asked curiously, letting her head down again in fatigue. Why was she so tired?
She tried to stand up once, but she quickly decided that it wasn't a great idea. She must be in the medicine cat's den, which means... that I'm sick. Oh, gosh.
The Enforcer gave Elmshadow a curt nod before slipping out of the den before Lynxshade had awoken enough to catch him there. He made quick work of going out to the territory and gathering up fresh moss -- very plentiful in this part of the forest of course.
With the first mouthful of moss, Hawkbite came back to see Lynxshade stirring and speaking to the Medicine Cat. "Just relax," Hawkbite spoke quietly and quickly, sneaking back out of the den to get another pile of moss. It took a couple trips back and forth to the territory to build up a proper moss nest pile for the she-cat, but once he was back and settled, he carefully began tucking the moss around Lynxshade, letting Elmshadow use whatever he wanted as well.
"You passed out next to the river, I had to bring you here," Hawkbite explained, tucking the last bit of moss around her before he followed Elmshadow's instructions and began lapping at the she-cats fur in the opposite direction.
Snakestorm walked in the den, stepping lightly even when there was no need for it. ''I've been having some nausa, even tho I haven't eaten more than normal.'' He said, still barely louder than a whisper. He didn't mention the fact that his belly was getting swollen as he thought it was visible. The dark-pelted warrior waited for Elmshadow to answer.
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He blinked at the warrior’s explanation. He eyed Snakestorm over momentarily before moving closer. ”You haven’t eaten anything questionable?” He noted the tom’s bloated belly. He could be bloated but, considering the visibility of the bloating and reported nausea but otherwise he was on his paws, Elmshadow considered another case he’d had not long ago, Snakestorm could also theoretically be… ”There wouldn’t happen to be a chance that you’ve found yourself…a queen, would there?” It was a condition Elmshadow was still getting used to but couldn’t rightly deny altogether. ”Unless there are other serious symptoms you’re leaving out, it seems indicative of pregnancy.” He turned and grabbed one of the dried yarrow and returned, setting the herb in front of the tom. ”Eat this. It should help with the nausea. If it doesn’t, let me know and if any other symptoms, like cramping or anything concerning with bowel movements or vomiting occurs then it’ll likely be something more severe so come back immediately. As it is, you don’t seem to be in any overt pain or distress so I think it’s a good bet that your condition isn’t something more severe, life-threatening stomach maladies don’t tend to come and go quietly.” He dismissed the warrior covertly by turning unless he had some other question or matter that he wanted to bring up before the medicine cat moved on to other concerns.
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LostPaw
"starclan wanted me...yet you refused me!"
the she-cat watched as the medicine cat treated her throbbing paw. "i was hunting, i went to finish my prey off but then my vision changed and i bit my paw..." she spoke with full on shame..."something might be wrong with my sight or something..." she mewed as her gaze looked at the ground.
The dark medicine cat finished up his work spreading over the poultice and sat back, considering the apprentice’s explanation. Vision changed? That would have to be either a malady of the eyes, as she suggested, or a malady of the mind. If it led to her biting her own paw instead of prey he wasn’t sure which would be worse or if it mattered much at all. As he considered his next steps, he began cleaning up the slight mess from the herbs he’d used. ”Well, that is concerning. For now I’m going to put you on camp rest. You’re not to leave camp unless closely accompanied by your mentor. And no hunting. Practice in camp until we either figure out what’s going on or you learn to deal with it. We’ve no room to be losing freshkill at the start of leafbare because your vision changed. Besides, I want you close by in case anything changes.”
He took the poppy seeds, quickly bowing his head in thanks. He chewed on them for a moment, he didn't like the taste all that much. "Well, It all started when me and Starrywhisper were out hunting. We decided to go deeper into Shadowclan territory and that's where we found the..." He paused, quickly looking over towards Starrywhisper. As if he was terrified to even say it. "The fox." If I tell them what really happened, I would prob sound like a coward. The fox wasn't even that big. The two of them could have easily taken it down. But he ran, that's what happened. He ran like a coward and left Starrywhisper to die.
"Well, I ran to get help..." He said, completely brushing over the fact he failed to climb a tree and broke his nose that way.
the she cat was dazed for a long time often wondering why she couldn’t open her left eye. Then it dawned on her she didn’t have a left eye anymore and began to panic. M-my eye..I can’t see..I-it took my eye confusion washed over her. The fox would’ve killed her or more likely should’ve killed her but why didn’t it? Then the memory of seeing a dark tabby with cream fur. Toby…damn it.he came back.
Her ears swiveled towards scorpion with endless worry in her singular eye. Y-your a bunch of hacking coughs escaped her mouth before her gaze returned towards her new found friend. Your ok right? she could honestly care less about herself as she gazed at his nose. I shouldn’t have asked to climb the tree.. guilt made her stomach prick and she hissed when elmshadow dripped something in her eye.
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The dark medicine cat’s green gaze lingered on Scorpionvenom a moment longer after the tom had finished explaining before he turned back to Starrywhisper. Foxes. He finished tending to Starrywhisper, speaking quietly as her panic began to rise, ”Yes, it looks like your eye may be damaged beyond repair. Really only time will tell if there will be any sight restored. Regardless, many warriors have made do perfectly fine with one or both of their eyes being lost. You’ll have to retrain yourself on certain things but you’ll adapt. Now settle down before you hurt yourself further.” As he finished up, he cleared away the area around her nest. ”Rest for now. In a couple weeks, we can readdress your eye and you can begin going back into light duties and easy training to work back up to where you were. You should be good to go soon enough but let me know if anything gets worse. Sleep in here for a night or two before trying to get up moving.”
He turned back towards Scorpionvenom. Something about the tom’s story wasn’t adding up. He came back with injuries that didn’t concur with a fox attack, less severe than the she-cat, and claims to have gone for help and yet returned with the injured warrior alone, no help seemed to have been found, and yet the fox did not finish what it’d started so something must have changed. All the same, he had other things to concern himself with than deciphering Scorpionvenom’s sketchy story. ”Go report to Dawnstar. She needs to know about the fox in the territory. And give her your full story.” Elmshadow would leave Scorpionvenom’s story up to Dawnstar to decipher and accept or question further.
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Lynxshade
Shadowclan
27 moons old | she/her
Shadow Fiend | Primal Instincts | Beefed Up (T1)
Lynxshade was half-unconscious now, realizing with confusion that she was being brought somewhere by someone on their back. Oh, right. It's Hawk... Hawkbite. Why was it so hot and yet she felt deadly cold? Oh, she hated it so much. "Hawk..." she murmured sleepily, so softly that the tom wouldn't probably hear it.
Where was she? Why wasn't she hearing the river's rushing anymore?
She opened her eyes completely and saw a ceiling made of stone. Where am I?
She lifted her head and turned right, then left, but she felt sleepy and heavy and she wasn't sure she recognized the cave. Elmshadow?
Cough, cough. She coughed a bit before being able to speak, but her mouth felt dry and her words a little bit confused. "Where are we?" She was staring at a black tom with green eyes. "You aren't Hawkbite."Right, I was talking with him just a moment ago.
Lynxshade let her gaze travel over the smelly objects in the cave, noticing in a pit some plants that were absolutely... stinky. Yeah, that was the right word. Wait, I know where I am. "You are.. Elmshadow, right?" She asked curiously, letting her head down again in fatigue. Why was she so tired?
She tried to stand up once, but she quickly decided that it wasn't a great idea. She must be in the medicine cat's den, which means... that I'm sick. Oh, gosh.
The Enforcer gave Elmshadow a curt nod before slipping out of the den before Lynxshade had awoken enough to catch him there. He made quick work of going out to the territory and gathering up fresh moss -- very plentiful in this part of the forest of course.
With the first mouthful of moss, Hawkbite came back to see Lynxshade stirring and speaking to the Medicine Cat. "Just relax," Hawkbite spoke quietly and quickly, sneaking back out of the den to get another pile of moss. It took a couple trips back and forth to the territory to build up a proper moss nest pile for the she-cat, but once he was back and settled, he carefully began tucking the moss around Lynxshade, letting Elmshadow use whatever he wanted as well.
"You passed out next to the river, I had to bring you here," Hawkbite explained, tucking the last bit of moss around her before he followed Elmshadow's instructions and began lapping at the she-cats fur in the opposite direction.
Elmshadow gave a brief nod of gratitude in Hawkbite’s direction as the warrior made multiple trips out to pad the drying warrior’s nest warmly. Then he turned to the awakening Lynxshade, ”Eat the boneset,” he looked pointedly down at the herb in front of the she-cat before turning for a bit of honey and a ball of moss. He set the honey beside the boneset for Lynxshade to take after the herb. It’d help the boneset go down easier but he hardly concerned himself with the frog-brained warrior’s distaste of the herb or not but rather offering it for its own medicinal value now that the cough had appeared as it’d soothe a sore throat which would reduce the coughing. ”And now, do you care to explain what you were doing swimming?”
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Gentlebloom nodded anxiously as Elmshadow scolded her. Of course she was being unreasonable, but her concern about her dying was because then her kits would have no one to feed them and they would starve. No, she couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't. She scrunched her eyes and stifled a yelp as more pain shot through her. She looked wobbly over at Elmshadow, wordlessly pleading for help. What should she do? This was only her first litter, and boy was she nervous...she gasped for breath, trying not to panic and hyperventilate. Closing her eyes to steady herself, she ignored the pains in her stomach that only grew stronger by the moment, focusing on her labored breathing and doing her best to steady it. But recently, it seemed like her best was never enough...
@Pitou - would you like me to just post the entire kitting rp in the next post or spread the posts out like this one?
Oh no.
It was happening, it was actually happening. Tufted ears swiveling at the sudden noise in the den, Nightwren gave a fearful glance around. Some should go help her... He didn't want to... What if something happened to her? Breath catching in his throat, the large tom eventually swallowed his fear, and tried to calm his frantic mind with rational thoughts. This was completely common. Almost every she-cat had kits... Why would she be any different? See? Look at how much sense that made.... Wait.. Bad things still, happened no matter how common they were.
Shaking the feelings away, he carefully picked his way through the clearing. Once he reached the med den, he stopped. Alright, on the count of three... 1, 2, 3... "Gentlebloom? " peering inside the den, he immediately spotted his mate and hurried over to her. Yikes, she looked awful. And she looked alive, so that was a good thing. Sitting a distance away from the scene, he made sure to leave plenty of room for the dry worded medicine cat. It wouldn't help if he got in the way of things. At this point in time, he was at a near loss for words. What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say? Ugh.. This was too complicated. So instead of trying to think of something moving to tell her, he stuttered out the first thing that came to mind. " Uh- you're doing great, Gentle... Keep up the good work?"
Whiteheart stared daggers at Nightwren. It was HIS fault that White's sister was in pain. Because she had to handle HIS kits in her belly. "Gentlebloom c'mon its okay, it's fine, you won't die... Right?" What.If.She.DIed. Whiteheart would... He would... Ah, forget it. His shoulder twinged painfully, but his amazing sister hurt so much more (probably)! And then he realised the blood trickling down his lame leg. Oh. It didn't hurt though. All he cared was for his sister and poor Lostpaw. His non-feeling lame leg was the least of his worries. Heck, if it was severed in half he wouldn't even notice! He murmured softly to Gentlebloom and partly himself, hoping she would be okay.
"Slow your breathing. Let your body do what it does. Your instincts will guide you if you don't get in your own way." Elmshadow watched as the she-cat worked herself up, her contractions moving closer together and gaining strength. Thus far he'd noticed nothing of note that concerned him, it seemed to be progressing as a normal kitting would but he remained on the outskirts in case. Though the fawning and sweating toms hovering nearby were making his pelt crawl. There were few things more useless than toms in a kitting. Nightwren, the father Elmshadow assumed, was at least minding his space and outwardly keeping calm enough. Whiteheart on the other paw... Elmshadow caught the warrior glaring at Nightwren, for what Elmshadow would never attempt a guess, and then his frantic words. The more this tom lingered in his presence the more Elmshadow grew a mind to toss him out a sniveling Thunderclan queen with all of his useless, morose hysterics. He turned on the black and white tom with blazing green eyes and hissed, "Whiteheart, I will not repeat myself. Get out of my den or else I will drag your body out of this camp." Elmshadow didn't give a single rat tail for who Gentlebloom wanted by her side nor how much Whiteheart felt he needed to be by her side, he was a headache and a nuisance and was doing nothing but driving tension in his den. The blood trickling down the warrior's leg was noted but it was the least of Elmshadow's concerns at the moment, especially being that if he faced the warrior for another moment he'd be tempted to give him a matching scar on the other leg rather than heal the exiting one.
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Whiteheart panicked WHY WAS ELMSHADOW YELLING AT HIM???? okay but he didn't want the guy to slash him to bits, considering how pissed the med was right now. "Uh... Okay?" he said. "Bye. Gentlebloom." he hurried away, pausing to nuzzle his apprentice briefly, whispering that she would be fine. Then the nervous warrior limped frantically out, for reasons known to only him and possibly the irritable medicine cat. Darn had he annoyed the guy!
''Haven't eaten more than a thrush'' Snakestorm said. After hearing that he could be a queen, he inmediatly regretted some choices of his life, now it will be harder to hide everything. But outside, he didn't showed any signals.
The tom, before grabbing the dried yarrow that Elmshadow gave him, he said ''I'll tell you if it gets worse''. He then, without hurry, went outside the den. ''Thanks Elmshadow'' He mewed with muffled voice due to the herb he had on the mouth, which he would eat in his den.
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