I Don’t Want You to Leave, Will You Hold My Hand? - Fishfreckle Healing [semi p]
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Originally Posted by Neptune.
Larkwing
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25 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Oh... oh, this didn't seem good. Why had she stayed here talking so long?? She should have dragged Fish to the medicine den immediately, what on earth had she been thinking?? But, truthfully, she wasn't thinking, she was just happy. Still, Fishfreckle's words were concerning, his everything was concerning, actually, and Larkwing had just stood here, talking his ears off. How could she do that?
"You need to see Mistyshard," she insisted, shoving the sickly warrior onto her back and carrying him the rest of the way there herself, "I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."
[healing request now /threat /silly]
Fishfreckle
Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue (T1) [Perm] | Mind Reader [Perm]
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Fishfreckle hadn’t the energy to fight the former leader as he was shoved onto her back. He wanted to argue, he wanted to scold her and tell her to worry about herself, but he couldn’t. As he was carried towards the medicine cat’s makeshift den, he found himself nestling closer against Larkwing’s fur. ”... Smell good…” He muttered under his breath, struggling to keep his eyes open. Well, he wouldn’t remember that later, and even if he did he would surely deny having said such a thing. Why would he? Compliments from him were a rarity, and he surely couldn’t allow the tortoiseshell she-cat to get a big head from his praise.
When they did finally get into the medicine cat’s den, he forced himself to unceremoniously roll off and drop onto the ground. ”Ow.” He said in a small groan. Blinking unevenly, he instantly locked his green gaze upon the cat who forced him to come in here. ”I don’t need a–” A cough interrupted him, but he pushed through it regardless. ”-- medicine cat. Herbs are icky.” Fishfreckle complained in a soft tone. ”Larkwing, I wanna sleep,” He said, eyes closing. Man, a nap would be so good right now…
Berrypaw practically jumped in her fur when she heard the thump of a cat body hitting the ground. Whirling around, her leafy-green eyes widened to see a rather emaciated and malnourished form of a RiverClan warrior — what what his name? Fish-something... stars, Berry, try to remember through your surprise. She was also taken off guard at the presence of the former leader, whom she hadn't seen around much; her main memories of the lean she-cat were when she was leader when Berry was a kit, and how her sudden disappearance had shaken the entire Clan... but none of that was relevant right now, was it? Focus, Berry!
"Oh, stars... what happened to him?" She gasped to Larkwing before immediately racing over, needing to get a better look. The small, dark brown she-cat timidly reached out a paw to try to part some of his fur, looking for wounds... well, thankfully, there weren't any she could see. It looked like his main problem was his ribs sticking out like a sore claw, his entire body trembling in fatigue. He was starved and exhausted, that much was obvious...
Even as she waited for a reply from Larkwing, the small herbalist began to paw over a mouse — her lunch that she'd been just about to dig into, but this warrior clearly needed it more — and dunked a moss ball into the nearest clean puddle. She dropped the items by his muzzle for him, frowning in concern.
...But then she got the sense that he might need some help to eat and drink, based on how it looked like he could hardly lift his head. That is, if he'd even want to eat right now. Maybe Larkwing would want to try that... Berrypaw gave her a glance and a silent flick of her tail, like a signal to help if she wanted. If not, the medicine cat apprentice would get to it in just a moment.
For now, Berrypaw gently put a paw on his stomach, trying to see if it felt hard or upset in some way. "Fishfreckle... i-if you're awake, can you tell me all of what hurts..?" She mewed in her soft, meek voice, trying not to disturb him too much, but not wanting to waste too much time...
Re: I Don’t Want You to Leave, Will You Hold My Hand? - Fishfreckle Healing [semi p]
Larkwing
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25 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Even though she snorted in response to the barely muttered compliment, worry clouded much of Larkwing's mind as she carried her idiot charge into the medicine den. He was clearly malnourished, probably sick in other ways, too, but she didn't know exactly how.
"Fish-!" The way he rolled off of her had caught her completely off guard, and she tried to reach out, cushion his fall in some way. She didn't quite make it in time, though, and he flopped unceremoniously to the ground. "You're sick, Fishfreckle, you need to eat and you need to drink something and you need proper medical attention. I won't take no for an answer - keep your eyes open," she tacks on to the end, she doesn't know a lot, but she doesn't think passing out will be very helpful in this event.
Berrypaw rushes over, and Larkwing takes half a step back, unwilling to go very far, but giving the medicine apprentice space to work. "I'm not... I'm not quite sure what happened, he only just returned back after being missing, but I don't think he's been eating properly, or drinking for that matter. And..." she falters now, blinking hard to try and get rid of the eyes staring at her from the dark corners of the room... she swears a pair of them look like her mother's... no, no she's seeing things.
"He... he hit his head in the attack on our camp before getting separated on the journey to the mountains," she explains, voice quiet and full of guilt. "I should've brought him right to you and Mistyshard, but... there were more severe injuries, Cobwebfern... Wrenseeker... and a lot more than just them. A simple bump on the head didn't seem - it didn't seem that urgent so I-" she breaks of, tail thumping anxiously before continuing in a quiet voice, "I didn't make him go see you. That was my decision. I should have forced him."
Re: I Don’t Want You to Leave, Will You Hold My Hand? - Fishfreckle Healing [semi p]
Fishfreckle
Go With the Flow | Silver Tongue (T1) [Perm] | Mind Reader [Perm]
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Green eyes snapped open when he heard a “keep your eyes open” and he cut them dangerously at Larkwing. Why couldn’t she just let him sleep!? He was tired y’know!
It also didn’t help that Larkwing was going on and on about what all was wrong with him! He was fine! Of course, he slightly appreciated not having to talk, but still! He was fine, and could speak for himself. Ugh. Shaking his head.
Slowly turning his head, he focused his gaze on the apprentice healer. ”Everything. It all hurts. You see how bad I look? I feel worse,” He grumbled before erupting into a fit of coughs. Using what little energy he had left, he batted at Berrypaw’s paw in an effort to get it off of his stomach. Of course, this ended up being little more than the slightest and gentlest of pushes, but the effort was made regardless.
”I’m fine. I’m tired, and–” His stomach growled, interrupting his thoughts. Letting out a slight groan, he grumbled a plethora of muttered curses that were definitely not meant for young ears. ”Tell Larkwing that I’m fine – probably. I just… (*a cough*) need to sleep… I don’t… want… icky… herbs…” His short burst of energy was gone and his words were once again becoming slurred. He was fighting desperately to keep his eyes open, but they simply wanted to be closed. There appeared to be two Larkwings, and honestly, he could barely handle one at the moment, much less two. "Lark... have you always had a twin...?" He said, squinting in an effort to focus his vision "She's not quite as pretty as you, but..." his words trailed off again as he once again blinked for a little too long.
Berrypaw listened to Larkwing's response with a worried expression, one that only got worse about the part of his head getting hit. "Oh, stars..." She muttered under her breath. What was with the Clan and the number of cats who'd let their injuries go unspoken and untreated? Okay, if she were honest, she'd been overwhelmed with all the healings, and everything had been a blur. But, still... Berry sighed before pushing forward the mouse and wet moss ball again, letting Fish bat away her paw as it furiously growled underneath her touch.
"Fishfreckle... I'm going to need you to try to eat and drink, okay...?" She mewed gently, her voice slightly wavering as she thought quickly and desperately on how to best treat this warrior. She pushed the wet moss ball up to his muzzle, using her other paw to try to gingerly lift his head. Then she pushed down on the moss ball, trying to leak out some of the water into his slightly parted jaws. "T-That's it... I just need you to try for me, a-alright...?" She pushed the mouse in front of him again, wondering if he'd be hungry enough even through his delirium to eat it. How else could she feed a cat..? Stars, she didn't know, so she silently prayed the instincts would cut through. Berrypaw allowed a few moments to pass to give him a chance to at least take a bite or two before she glanced over at the other worried warrior in the den.
"Larkwing... c-can you... help me get him over to a nest?" She asked sheepishly after a moment, knowing her little body was far from going to be able to lift an entire grown warrior to one of the patient nests in the medicine den. "He's going to need to rest, n-no extra exertion, and certainly needs to actually eat and drink... he starving," she noted with a slightly trepidatious tone in her voice, a hint of warning that mildly suggested that his case was rather concerning. "H-He'll need someone to make sure he's eating and drinking, and I can only do so much here, if he lets me... but he can't go on much longer like this."
Then she turned back to the tom with a frown. If he hit his head and was malnourished... would poppy seeds even be helpful at this point for the pain? She had no clue, so she'd err on the side of caution and say no. Besides, poppy could make someone sleepy — and this cat definitely needed sleep, but not before she tried to take a look at his noggin.
"Fishfreckle," she mewed gently to get his attention as she bent down her muzzle to try to start moving him. "Your head... is it hurting, too? If so, like... sharp pains? O-Or, a... dull ache...?"
Delirium seemed to have a tight grip on the silver tabby, and Larkwing pursed her lips, her brows furrowed and ears tilted back. She didn't have many friends left in RiverClan - in fact, she could count the number on only one paw - and while the two hadn't always had the best relationship, Larkwing found that the very idea of this cat dying didn't sit right with her. More than if it was any other clanmate. She doesn't know what that means. She doesn't want to pry into it any more. It's too vulnerable of a train of thought.
"You're seeing things, Fish," she comments, trying for a smile, but isn't sure she quite achieves it.
'She's not quite as pretty as you, but...'
What? What did that mean? Feeling her skin heat up beneath her fur (for reasons she will not be getting into right now. Or ever if she can avoid it long enough), she clears her throat and shuffles on her front paws, casting an embarrassed glance to Berrypaw and then again to the floor.
The medic's request for help moving Fishfreckle was one Larkwing could easily accomplish, though, and it snapped her back to the present. Even when he wasn't as skinny and emaciated as he is right now, Lark was able to sling him over her back and carry him a good distance, his body nothing but dead weight. Now was even simpler.
"C'mon Fishface," she urges, trying to guide him into one of the nests as gently as she could. He felt so... frail. He had always been smaller than her, but his newly stick thin frame just made him seem even more so. It worried her, and Berrypaw's comment that he couldn't go on longer like he had been only made that anxiety rise higher. The eyes in the corners of the den seemed to get bigger, more intense in their gaze. She tried to ignore them.
"I can make sure he's eating and drinking," she tells the medicine cat, focusing on the task at hand again. "In between my regular duties. I'll keep an eye on him."
I Don’t Want You to Leave, Will You Hold My Hand? - Fishfreckle Healing [semi p]
Berrypaw is RiverClan's medicine cat apprentice! 
