DREAMHEART
Windclan Warrior ~ 29 moons ~ She/Her
"You can't change the past. Look into the future instead"
Amnesia (Forgot how to hunt rabbits)
Dreamheart was a little surprised when Cottonpaw suddenly appeared, but Lightningstorm seemed pleased, so the pale warrior said nothing. Flicking her fluffy tail, the blue/grey she-cat settled into a different position in her nest, trying to move so that none of her wounds were being pressed upon. It was quite annoying. Her back hips, her ear, and especially her paw... Oh she hated that rogue. Or whatever he was. Smelled like one, certainly.
The warrior could faintly hear the Medicine Cat continuing to talk, even as she left, but Dream didn't really pay attention to what was being said. It wasn't directed at her, so she didn't need to eavesdrop. Though when her name was said, the she-cat swivelled her head around so fast it hurt. But they had already gone.
'What were they talking about..? Sleep?' Dark blue eyes gleamed as she gazed down the tunnels for a few seconds. Then the warrior turned back around, and flicked her uninjured ear as her apprentice attempted to lick the blood from her wounds.
"How much does it hurt?" Dream asked, blue eyes studying her critically. Of course, the warrior herself was in constant agony, but she'd had good practice hiding pain. Even though her paw hurt when it so much as brushed the moss.
Dreamheart licked Squirrelpaw's head, offering some silent comfort. Then she settled back into her nest- As settled as she could get anyways. The warrior debated for a moment, then turned her head around and started to lick the blood off of her back wounds, rough tongue rasping over the large scratches. There were three of them, and they were large, scored across the very back of her hips. Hm. Might scar, depending on how deep they were.
The warrior was inspecting the wounds when Lightningstorm and Cottonpaw returned, carrying mouthfuls of herbs. Dreamheart turned back around, finished cleaning off most of the blood she could reach from her back, when the Windclan Medic dropped something by her good paw. As the calico she explained what it was, Dreamheart didn't really like it. She didn't show it, but the warrior didn't particularly fancy the idea of being knocked out- How long would it last? However much she was distrustful of these 'poppy seeds', she trusted Lightnignstorm. Mostly.
Before she could lick up the seeds, the other cat spoke again, this time with a question. Oh, about the rogue. Dream twitched her ear and moved her injured, blue/grey and twisted paw into a slightly more comfortable position, wincing.
No clan scent, or Twoleg. Definitely a rogue. And based on the injuries I gave him- Yeah, he's probably dead. Or at least dying. Can't hunt if you have three different broken bones in your legs." This last part was said with a hint of satisfaction.
Dreamheart had to clench her jaws to stop herself from practically shrieking with pain and surprise when the Medic attacked -not really, but that's how it felt- her twisted paw. With a gulp, the warrior hoped she was doing the right thing- And licked up the poppy seeds, swallowing them. Almost immediately, they began to take effect. The pain faded, the sounds became muffled, and her vision started flickering. Hm. Her body was heavy....
Dreamheart's head fell down onto her nest, eyes closing, blackness rushing in. And the herbs took their toll, so the warrior fell into a dreamless sleep. Free from pain.
For the first time since the attack.
Re: [p]I have broken down in shame
