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Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
Shrikepaw
she/her - 7 moons
So, a little birdy (known as herself, listening in) had told her that one of her friends, was in the medicine den?! Yes! One of her friends. Not good. She hadn't even relaised that could happen! Injuries were like... A thing that happened to silly cats from other clans, who made silly mistakes - or, or... Battle hardened cats, like her mama. Not her apprentice friends. And especially not Cottonpaw! He didn't seem like the type to end up in a dengerous place... So, of course, she needed to come and check in. Because, actually, well, she was maybe quite worried.
Shrikepaw bounded along, making her way to the medicine den - oooOOo, she'd actually never been here before. It was quite smelly. Nice smelly, though. She wished she could take the nice smelly with her, and smell like nice smelly all the time. She probably smelled a bit like dirt - she looked down at her fur to check how probable that was - yep! Dirt in her fluff, again. How? She didn't know. She quickly brushed it out, still stood right outside the den. Then, poked her way closer.
"Heeeeeellooooooooooo!" She trilled, prodding her head through the entrance. "Isss Mr. Cottonpaw there?" She blinked, eyes adjusting to the different light inside the den, making it hard to spot the bright white pelt, till - Ah! Right there! Thank goodness, she might have looked a bit silly otherwise. "Are you allowed out?"
Re: Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct The Stowaway Child
Cottonpaw’s ears perked up rather quickly from his slumber at the sound of a rather familiar voice echoing into the den. Shrikepaw, a couple days had passed. He was still rather stiff and down in the dumps but that wouldn’t stop him from catching up. He’d had an awful lot of friendly faces bump into him the past few days, it had made him realise just how many cats really did care for him.
He slowly drew himself to his feet, wincing his face and clumsy padding forward with what could only be described as a rather comical walk. His leg bound and not quite as moveable as it once had been. Miss Lightningstorm didn’t like anyone poking around in here, or visitors for that matter so he made an exit from the den. Not too far away from it as to make it difficult to get back. But enough so that he could feel the pleasant rays of sunshine on his fur. Some of it still stained a little dark red around his wrapping. He hoped it would come out eventually. ”I c.c.can c.come out f.f.f.for a l.little, j.just h.h.h.h.have t.to stay r.r.rested f.f.f.for the m.m.m.m.most part.” He responded, trying his best to put on a rather brave smile for Shrikepaw.
He lowered his haunches once again and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. ”T.t.t.thanks f.for c.c.coming to s.s.see me S.shrike”, he attempted to lean his head upwards so that they could boop noses. The fresh air was certainly a welcome change, the medicine den could become sort of overwhelming at times with all the smells. It wasn’t unpleasant but it certainly made his nose wrinkle. But he figured he’d soon go blind too it being cooped up and all.
Re: Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
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Originally Posted by Daragca
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct The Stowaway Child
Cottonpaw’s ears perked up rather quickly from his slumber at the sound of a rather familiar voice echoing into the den. Shrikepaw, a couple days had passed. He was still rather stiff and down in the dumps but that wouldn’t stop him from catching up. He’d had an awful lot of friendly faces bump into him the past few days, it had made him realise just how many cats really did care for him.
He slowly drew himself to his feet, wincing his face and clumsy padding forward with what could only be described as a rather comical walk. His leg bound and not quite as moveable as it once had been. Miss Lightningstorm didn’t like anyone poking around in here, or visitors for that matter so he made an exit from the den. Not too far away from it as to make it difficult to get back. But enough so that he could feel the pleasant rays of sunshine on his fur. Some of it still stained a little dark red around his wrapping. He hoped it would come out eventually. ”I c.c.can c.come out f.f.f.for a l.little, j.just h.h.h.h.have t.to stay r.r.rested f.f.f.for the m.m.m.m.most part.” He responded, trying his best to put on a rather brave smile for Shrikepaw.
He lowered his haunches once again and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. ”T.t.t.thanks f.for c.c.coming to s.s.see me S.shrike”, he attempted to lean his head upwards so that they could boop noses. The fresh air was certainly a welcome change, the medicine den could become sort of overwhelming at times with all the smells. It wasn’t unpleasant but it certainly made his nose wrinkle. But he figured he’d soon go blind too it being cooped up and all.
Oh gosh - he seemed a lot slower than usual. That didn't seem nice - for him, she meant. Still, he was able to come out for a bit! Yay! "Okidok! We can just do uh - a little walk then! If you can." Shrikepaw wasn't one for 'a little walk'. To be honest, she almost always felt like she absolutely needed to be running about. But, seeing her friend hurt like this, she realised it might be a good idea to put her own wants to the side for once, and try to match someone else's pace.
She paced around in a couple circles, as she waited for Cottonpaw to reach the exit. Standing still often seemed to be too hard for her. She could focus during her lessons, when there was input and something to think about. But, sitting and waiting made her feel like her brain was bouncing.
In real time, (as opposed to Shrike-time) it didn't take all too long for Cottonpaw to exit the den. He smelt like nice smelly. She was jealous. "Of course!" She reached out, accepting the boop, "what's got your leg all bashed up?" Right in there. She didn't know it was rude. Though, it was said with genuine concern - even if that didn't show through in her tone.
Re: Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct The Stowaway Child
Shrikepaw’s question was rather blunt, but it didn’t bother Cottonpaw. He knew there was no malice behind it. In fact it was quite the obvious question to ask. Despite the fact that he was injured was now common knowledge it seemed why wasn’t all too clear. ”W.w.well I w.was o.out on a h.h.h.hunt, b.b.but I g.got i.i.it c.caught in o.one of t.t.t.the t.t.t.traps l.left b.by the t.twol.l.l.legs.’ He looked down at his wrapped leg feeling uncomfortable once more. He tried his best not to think about it, but it was an impossibility.
”T.t.they w.were g.g.going to s.s.s.s.s.s.snatch m.me and t.t.t.t.t.t.t.take m.m.me away, so I p.pulled my l.l.leg out. I.i.i.it h.h.hurt s.s.something a.a.awful. Y.y.you’ve g.g.gotta b.b.be r.real c.c.c.careful w.when y.y.you g.go out, the t.t.t.t.t.traps a.are h.hidden r.r.r.r.really w.w.well s.s.s.so I d.d.d.didn’t s.s.s.see it u.u.until I.I w.w.was in it. B.b.but t.they s.s.smell l.l.like m.m.metal d.does, l.l.l.like b.b.b.b.b.b.b.b.blo…blo..blood.” He paused pondering it over. ”A.a.a.a.a.a.a.actually t.that m.might h.have just b.b.been my l.l.leg.” He gave up a sheepish grin to Shrikepaw but it felt stuck in his throat.
Re: Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Daragca
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct The Stowaway Child
Shrikepaw’s question was rather blunt, but it didn’t bother Cottonpaw. He knew there was no malice behind it. In fact it was quite the obvious question to ask. Despite the fact that he was injured was now common knowledge it seemed why wasn’t all too clear. ”W.w.well I w.was o.out on a h.h.h.hunt, b.b.but I g.got i.i.it c.caught in o.one of t.t.t.the t.t.t.traps l.left b.by the t.twol.l.l.legs.’ He looked down at his wrapped leg feeling uncomfortable once more. He tried his best not to think about it, but it was an impossibility.
”T.t.they w.were g.g.going to s.s.s.s.s.s.snatch m.me and t.t.t.t.t.t.t.take m.m.me away, so I p.pulled my l.l.leg out. I.i.i.it h.h.hurt s.s.something a.a.awful. Y.y.you’ve g.g.gotta b.b.be r.real c.c.c.careful w.when y.y.you g.go out, the t.t.t.t.t.traps a.are h.hidden r.r.r.r.really w.w.well s.s.s.so I d.d.d.didn’t s.s.s.see it u.u.until I.I w.w.was in it. B.b.but t.they s.s.smell l.l.like m.m.metal d.does, l.l.l.like b.b.b.b.b.b.b.b.blo…blo..blood.” He paused pondering it over. ”A.a.a.a.a.a.a.actually t.that m.might h.have just b.b.been my l.l.leg.” He gave up a sheepish grin to Shrikepaw but it felt stuck in his throat.
Oh my gosh?! So it'd been one of those twoleg things, "coool.." She exclaimed, looking at the wrap. She'd yet to see any of the traps, it was crazy to think that they could do this much damage. "OH - er. Not cool, for you though. Not cool that you're hurt! Very not cool." She shook her head, quickly taking her eyes away from his leg. Twolegs must not be very nice, to do all that. Strong, yes. Or, well, maybe not strong? Maybe the opposite of strong, if they have to rely on scary trapping devices instead of their own claws and teeth. Just... Smart. Smart creatures that own strong things. They had no idea what strength really was, she decided.
"Very cool that you got out though." Cottonpaw didn't seem very fight-y. He acted a lot more like song-mama than twi-mama. But getting out of a twoleg trap - one so strong that it could do all that to his leg? That was actually, really really cool. "If I was stuck in a big snappy trap, I'd probably just writhe and wail and hope someone found me." She wouldn't want to escape if that would make it hurt more. She'd have to be super carefull out in the territory. Because she really didn't want that to happen. Especially will all her running. Oh no! She couldn't run about anymore... Agh. She'd have to run in camp, she guessed. That was the only way, unless she wante dot be taken away from her friends and family, and the whole clan - and - eesh. That sounded terrifying. "I'm glad you didn't get taken away."
Re: Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct The Stowaway Child
Cottonpaw began to grin as Shrikepaw stumbled all over her words, he got what she meant. It was just somewhat cathartic to see another cat struggling with speech, not that he meant for others to suffer. Just that the limelight was taken off his own words, even if just for a second. The youngster also didn’t think that anyone had ever called him cool before, holy Starclan! He was cool! It was a revelation and he ended up beaming from ear to ear. Slowly but surely he was growing up, maybe an injury did give him some cool points and perhaps that would be the only benefit of it.
“I... I... I’m g... glad I d... didn’t g... get t... taken t... too. I... I d... don’t kn... know wh... what I’d d... do w... without our h... h... home. O... oh, a... and y... you, of c... course, Shr... Shrikepaw.” His words broke off a little as that lump rose in his throat as he thought about the possibilities that could’ve taken him. “W... We c... can g... go f... for a pr... proper w... walk wh... when I’m b... better. M... maybe g... go s... somewhere w... we c... can h... have s... some r... real f... fun o... once w... we kn... know th... the tr... traps are g... gone!”The words came out chunky and gushy, followed by a warm smile. He wanted to appreciate what he had, and this friendship was a pretty good one.
Re: Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Daragca
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct The Stowaway Child
Cottonpaw began to grin as Shrikepaw stumbled all over her words, he got what she meant. It was just somewhat cathartic to see another cat struggling with speech, not that he meant for others to suffer. Just that the limelight was taken off his own words, even if just for a second. The youngster also didn’t think that anyone had ever called him cool before, holy Starclan! He was cool! It was a revelation and he ended up beaming from ear to ear. Slowly but surely he was growing up, maybe an injury did give him some cool points and perhaps that would be the only benefit of it.
“I... I... I’m g... glad I d... didn’t g... get t... taken t... too. I... I d... don’t kn... know wh... what I’d d... do w... without our h... h... home. O... oh, a... and y... you, of c... course, Shr... Shrikepaw.” His words broke off a little as that lump rose in his throat as he thought about the possibilities that could’ve taken him. “W... We c... can g... go f... for a pr... proper w... walk wh... when I’m b... better. M... maybe g... go s... somewhere w... we c... can h... have s... some r... real f... fun o... once w... we kn... know th... the tr... traps are g... gone!”The words came out chunky and gushy, followed by a warm smile. He wanted to appreciate what he had, and this friendship was a pretty good one.
And her! She gave him a small headbutt to the shoulder - almost as boisterous as usual, but she held back a little, not wanting to knock him and hurt his leg even more. Now that would be bad! Some real fun... "Yes!" She jumped up to her paws excitedly at the thought, "that sounds fun! We can run, and...." She paused a little, trying to think of other things she liked doing. "And hunt! Hunt and run. A hunt-run! Or, run-hunt!" Yes, that sounded very good. Hanging out with Cottonpaw was nice - he was super nice in general. Too bad they couldn't hang out more, with his leg being alll.. Not-leggy. It was a comfort to know that he was healing, though! Lightningstorm must be working her herby magic.
Re: Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct The Stowaway Child
Cottonpaw couldn’t help but giggle at Shrikepaw’s enthusiasm for everything under the sun. He idly wished he could have as much passion for hunting as she did. Everything would be a whole lot easier if he didn’t feel an impending sense of guilt upon taking the life of a living being. But he wasn’t about to burden her with that.
”O.o.of c.c.c.course, m.m.maybe w.we’ll be w.w.w.w.w.warriors b.b.by then. W.w.w.we c.c.can d.d.drive the t.t.two-l.legs away and k.k.keep W.w.windc.c.clan w.well and t.t.truly s.s.safe s.s.s.s.so t.that no one e.e.else w.w.will, w.well, have a l.l.l.leg l.l.l.like m.m.m.mine.” He giggled but there was a soft sadness that still tickled the corners of his eyes as he spoke. No matter how hard he tried to put on that brave face he knew that his injury was going to affect him forever. He hoped not physically, but he knew it would be lodged in his brain for a very very long time.
Re: Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Daragca
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct The Stowaway Child
Cottonpaw couldn’t help but giggle at Shrikepaw’s enthusiasm for everything under the sun. He idly wished he could have as much passion for hunting as she did. Everything would be a whole lot easier if he didn’t feel an impending sense of guilt upon taking the life of a living being. But he wasn’t about to burden her with that.
”O.o.of c.c.c.course, m.m.maybe w.we’ll be w.w.w.w.w.warriors b.b.by then. W.w.w.we c.c.can d.d.drive the t.t.two-l.legs away and k.k.keep W.w.windc.c.clan w.well and t.t.truly s.s.safe s.s.s.s.so t.that no one e.e.else w.w.will, w.well, have a l.l.l.leg l.l.l.like m.m.m.mine.” He giggled but there was a soft sadness that still tickled the corners of his eyes as he spoke. No matter how hard he tried to put on that brave face he knew that his injury was going to affect him forever. He hoped not physically, but he knew it would be lodged in his brain for a very very long time.
Yes - they'd be warriors soon (actually in a very long time
). Maybe they could be the first warriors to have a proper fight with twolegs, show them who's boss. And get revenge for Cottonpaw's leg. Then WindClan would never have a problem like this, ever again. "I can't wait!" She gave him a light headbump she was getting better at doing them softly now!), with a grin.
They'd have to wait for Cottonpaw to get better, though. Surely it wouldn't take too long. She didn't want it to take a long time, he needed to be better asap. "Once you're better, we can be Windclan's twoleg fighting duo!" She sprung to her paws as if in battle. "And you'll be better soon, I know it." She was almost comforting herself more than Cottonpaw with that comment.
Re: Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 - Survival Instinct The Stowaway Child
Cottonpaw purred slightly and leaned in as much as he dared to her headbump. It was certainly much softer than the first she had attempted to initiate and Cottonpaw was secretly thankful for that. She couldn’t wait, couldn’t wait to be his friend as they continued to grow up together. That was a pretty darn nice feeling, even if his leg was all squiggly and such.
Two-leg fighting duo, now that was an interesting spin on things. ”D.d.do y.you think w.w.w.we’ll b.b.b.be s.strong enough b.b.b.by t.then? They’re p.p.p.p.p.p.p.pretty b.b.big, n.n.not to m.m.mention t.t.that they’re c.c.clever t.t.too.” His head tipped quizzically to one side as he spoke, he wanted to hear her opinion. It did seem she had a better mind for that sort of stuff than himself. All he’d thought about was driving them out, not the how or the why.
Friends don't get injured - or, if they do, they get better quickly.
