A Get-Well Rose

[Dolomedes]

"The Rose Petal Princess!"

Rosepaw
#TheBlossoming
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How did it go so wrong? Rosepaw had watched as all of the cats from the otter patrol returned to camp. It was awful, the fear that forced to watch and cry out, so much blood. She knew that otters were a huge threat, she understood that, but seeing just what they could do to how many of Thunderclan's best was... devastating. Since then, Rosepaw has merely been staring into the medicine den. What could she do? Nothing right now, and it made her upset.

Moments passed, and eventually things had seemed to settle, even if barely. Enough for her to not feel like a disruption should she enter the medicine den to check in on the cats from the patrol- or rather, one specific one. Every cat there was important to Rosepaw, her idol was among the bunch after all, but she also knew that those cats had others checking in on them, or that she wasn't close enough to check in with them.

One though, her eyes adjusted to the darker den as she stepped into it, she figured she already bothered him enough. ( She also wanted to make sure that Flintclaw was okay. ) She had seen her brother dead in the clearing once, and her adoptive mother had disappeared alongside her sister, Rosepaw didn't want to lose anyone else, and if she did, well she would prefer to be with them as they left. No questions, no one taking them before Rosepaw knew, and this time, she could attend the burial.

In the worst case, that was, Flintclaw wasn't dead. Her eyes stung with unshed tears despite the reassurances the russet tabby was giving herself. Oh there. There he was. The russet tabby made her way over to the nest that was holding Flintclaw, "Flintclaw?" Her voice was tight, as though she was trying not to cry ( she was ) but it was simply the trick of the ears, Rosepaw didn't cry.

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Art by Dolomedes
FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Exhausted.

The adrenaline had long worn off and the medicine cat den had calmed down. Everyone had been treated... most were not leaving these nests today... Perhaps for many days. Ravenfire was close by, naturally, since they had arrived at the same time. Dragonflycliff... She was still being closely cared for by Wolfhawk and Hollowpaw. So far, everyone had come back, at least he thought they had... Except Sunstreak... good riddance.

The massive tabby was a mess, limp form probably looked dead if not for the shaky rise and fall of his chest... Certainly, he couldn't look as bad as some of the others. His fur was in all kinds of matted tangles, but it had mostly dried. Wounds along his form, a missing ear, front left leg stretched out tenderly, and a rasp in his breathing that he hoped would go away soon. He looked like he was almost more cobweb than cat in some places. It didn't matter how Flintclaw laid in the nest, either. The pain in his chest was ever present. Every move, every breath, every bit of pressure. The poppy seeds helped, but could only do so much in safe doses. He wasn't one to request more, either. Give them to someone else who needed them more...

"Flintclaw?"

Pale eyes snapped open at the sound. It's not like he could sleep in this condition, they had been shut because the den kept spinning around him. It took a couple more blinks for them to focus again. He knew that voice, didn't he? The small, russet apprentice came into view. Rosepaw was here? Was she here to ask him how long it would take for him to be ready for the large predator training he had promised? Was she wanting him to give her a detailed report of the battle? Now wasn't the time...

He blinked again and some part of his brain clicked. Those were tears in her eyes. He didn't blame her for that. It was probably the first time she had seen so many warriors come in at once with such severe injuries... Why come to him, first, though? There were so many other cats that he was sure she knew. She got her paws into everyone's business.

"Yes, Rosepaw...?" Flintclaw croaked. He didn't have much energy for questions and answers, but he would hear her out. He was preparing himself for the pain that would certainly rise in his chest when he needed to tell her to leave... then she wouldn't, and he would have to either snap at her or explain why he couldn't talk.

@Dolomedes (Oh, baby Rose, please don't cry. If you cry, I'LL cry! ;_; )