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Post by Silver on Feb 27, 2010 23:23:23 GMT -5
Skyfire looked up as Pollenwind returned with his cobwebs. He nodded his thanks, reaching out to pull them off her tail. There were so many cats, all of them alarmed by the injured Clan mates, all of them demanding to know what happened. Those who had been there first were responding to his commands without question, and for a brief moment Skyfire allowed himself a sigh of relief. He did not often like exercising his authority, and had momentarily wondered if anyone would listen to him. But he had been medicine cat far too many moons to be ignored. In fact, a thought in the back of his mind nagged, he had been there for most of these cats kitting. This would be his 23rd season, being long qualified for the elder's den. But he had life in him yet, and he refused to let StarClan take him before he was assured ShadowClan had another to rely on.
Turning his mind to the matter at hand, he gazed at the crowd around him. This certainly would not do! "If I did not ask you to help, I must demand that you give these two some breathing room! Crowding them won't help the situation," he snapped. Inside, he felt guilty for being so rude, like he had been in his younger days, but the time called for it. Marshflight seemed to be relaxed, now that Nightpaw was tending to him, and Skyfire felt it was safe to assume the deputy when be fine. Stormcry returned with Ghostwing, who was staggering to her daughter, distress clear on her face. Sighing, he padded up to the elder, whom was cooing to Warhawk. "She'll be ok, Ghostwing. I swear I will do all I can to return her to her old hot-headed self," he murmured, resting his tail reassuringly on her back. He turned to Stormcry, his eyes still gentle. "I think it would be better if we could move Warhawk to my den. All this attention probably isn't good for her in this state," he mewed.
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Post by wolfkitten on Mar 2, 2010 19:43:33 GMT -5
Nightpaw Nightpaw would gaze over Marshflight's wounded form as she fed him the Poppy Seeds. She watched his form relax and watched as he lay down, his gaze turning slightly hazy with the pain killing effects of the seeds. But his gaze remained fixed upon her, and her's upon him as she checked him over, nosing him lightly again and again, even though she knew there was nothing she could do about his wounds. Except what she was already doing... She continued to gently press cobwebs to his wounds to help them to seal up and heal properly. She cringed a little as she doctored up a particularly bad looking one, and pressed the cobwebs gently in against it, her actions gentle and tender. She had finaly put cobwebs in every wound she could find and Marshflight had eaten his Poppy Seeds. She glanced at Skyfire as he yelled for people not helping to get away... Oh if he were to try to tell the young she-cat to get away from her beloved Mentor, he would have another thing coming... She may be sweet and gentle most of the time, but she was large, and it wasn't for nothing that she was the kit of Sharpstar and more impressively, Whitefoot. It was doubtful that Skyfire wouldn't remember the temper and ferocity of her mother... But thankfully Skyfire didn't seem eager to send her off, so she would move silently to curl her large frame up beside Marshflight, laying beside him, their flanks touching. She heard his murmered words, and she would move to lick his ear tenderly. "You will Marshflight... You will be right there with me when I receive my Warrior name... You have been with me through all this and you will be with me then..." She murmered right back, pride and joy in her gentle voice as she spoke to this cat she so held strong feelings for. She would look worriedly to Warhawk and her mother as she came out with the aid of Stormcry... She sighed lightly. She had heard tale of what happened, and it caused her to cringe inwardly, laying her ears back in sympathy for what Warhawk must be going through. She would nuzzle gently against Marshflignt. She could never imagine being able to go through that... But at Skyfire's words to Stormcry, she wouldn't budge an inch away from Marshflight's side. Sharpstar Sharpstar flicked his ears forward in surprise as the Lavender seemed to work, judging by the sneezing from the Warrior he was trying to help revive. He jumped back from her a couple inches, dropping the Lavender and raising his head, surveying her silently. He would look around at all that were gathered, letting Skyfire look to the young she-cat. He looked upon her with concern as what happened sank in on him, and anger would burn at the ThunderClan Leader. No one messed with his Clan... No one. His gaze softened, however, as it moved to Marshflight and Nightpaw... His daughter... He should have known and seen it truly before, and yet he hadn't with all that had gone on... But they were getting closer and closer... And somehow even the father inside him didn't mind... Marshflight was a wonderful cat, perfect for his headstrong but gentle daughter... He would nod but suddenly look up as Skyfire spoke of moving Warhawk to his den. He would nod again and leap back to the she-cat's side, nudging her ever so gently. "Come on Warhawk... Get up... Let's go..." He murmered softly and soothingly to her, though his voice still held the firm command of the Leader he was. He had to look after his own... And of course, he would. |
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Post by havok on Mar 2, 2010 23:08:19 GMT -5
Stormcry
Looking up as Skyfire yowled out to the gawkers, he suspected the Medicine-Cat was also addressing Ghostwing and himself. Flattening his ears against his head in worry, he couldn't help speaking up, "Skyfire, please allow Ghostwing to stay with Warhawk. The lass is like my kit, I know she wants her mother right now." To be quite honest, he wanted to stay with Warhawk too. She'd always been like a daughter to him, and to see her like this, so helpless and hurt, pained him more than if StarClan themselves came down from Silverpelt to tear him apart.
Still, he stepped back from the ruddy brown she-cat, giving her some room. The movement made the scratches at his forepaws sting and he winced at the minor pain. Hissing in frustration at himself, he finally turned and padded away, glancing back at Warhawk one last time, before settling in his favorite place, the entrance of the camp, acting as guard. That's what he always should've been, a guardian, but he couldn't help feeling like he'd failed.
Warhawk
Burying her face in her mother's fur, she only trembled every now and then, unmoving and silent. Then, Skyfire said that everyone not helping should back off and that she should be moved to his den. She started in anguish, "Wait! Don't-" Then, Stormcry, StarClan bless his heart, stepped in, begging the Medicine-Cat if Ghostwing could accompany her to his den. Though her heart was heavy, it still felt full with the love the cats of her Clan showed her. Stormcry was leaving and she nearly cried out to him, like an abandoned kit, until he glanced back at her, and it seemed to make her understand. Sharpstar urged her to move and she did, though reluctantly. However, she stopped before she reached the den to see if her mother was allowed to come along. The Elder wanted to, certainly.
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Post by Breezy on Mar 2, 2010 23:42:38 GMT -5
Emberwing
A golden light brown cat with light blue eye's came across what was going on and her eye's widened a little at the sight of one of her Clanmates had almost dead. It made the young warrior frown on with a look of anger in her eye's after who she thought was the one who did this "The ThunderClan leader most of done this" she thought to herself. Soon she looked behind to see both her sibling's and smiled at them. Emberwing would always be happy to see them at time's like this.
Mudtail
Another young warrior who looked just like Emberwing but with green eye's instead of Light or Dark blue like his other sister Autumnfur. He walked up to the youngest of them all and that was Emberwing he twined his tail with her's to comfort her. He hated to see either of his sister's upset about anything and he mean's anything at all. Green eye's looked at the leader with respeat and wonder at the same time. he was wondering what had happen. Mudtail and Autumnfur had come at the last moment when Warhawk was going to be lead away or something.
Autumnfur
The last Cat of this group of three had dark blue eye's and looked just like her other two siblings. The three looked like twins almost. But there was one male in their little group. The two sister could be called twins for both were female and looked just a like. But their brother looked just like them too. The only difference in all three were their eye color's. From head to tail they were all three the same and yet those eye's of their's kept them different from one another. Autumnfur looked at her siblings and also twin her tail with both as if to comfort Emberwing. It was a wonder to why ThunderClan would attack a singal warrior on her own in their territory too. Autumnfur frowned as she thought of this and hoped that if she was to ever run in to a warrior on the territory she could tear the apart with an OK from her Leader.
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Post by Silver on Mar 3, 2010 18:32:34 GMT -5
Skyfire nodded. "Of course, Ghostwing. The close company would be good for her," he mewed. How could he refuse a worrying mother, especially when her daughter needed something solid to cling to? Shaking his head, Skyfire watched the pair shuffle towards his den. It seemed to him that Marshflight had gotten the worst of the physical wounds, but Warhawk was clearly shaken to her core. Stormcry padded away, and for a moment, Skyfire wanted to call him back, press him more closely on what happened to the warriors, but he felt it was better to let him have his time alone. The old medicine cat knew that Stormcry was probably blaming himself for this somehow, just as Marshflight would when he came to. It happened every time; somebody always blamed themselves for what they could not change. Shaking his head, Skyfire turned to Sharpstar.
"Now, I may not have lead my clan mates into war, or fought by their side in battle," he hissed. "But if there is anything I know, it is the laws StarClan has laid for us. Riverstar and Duskstar already have defied our ancestors by combining their hunting territories, and now they mock both the dead and the living with this heinous act. Riverstar is just as much to blame as Duskstar for this attack, as she is supporting him and his warriors, and there is no way we can let this alliance continue," His voice rose a pitch, for once letting his fury overcome his practicality. "This is means for war, Sharpstar, and I sure hope you do not intend to let such foolish of a leader stay a threat." Skyfire's eyes were no more than slits as he allowed himself a deep breath, and the fur on the back of his neck relaxed. "I will be meeting with StarClan at the medicine cat meeting next moon high. Their advice is much needed as such a time." Skyfire dipped his head respectfully to his leader, satisfied that his opinion had been heard, then turned to Nightpaw and Marshflight, still lying in the clearing. "Nightpaw, I will help you move Marshflight into my den. You may stay with him, for the time being. I have a feeling that if he wakes up, he'll be more open with you than me," Skyfire said upon turning his attention back to his patients. He padded up beside the deputy, nudging him to his feet.
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Mar 7, 2010 15:54:03 GMT -5
Marshflight
She was just as he remembered her from not a dawn ago; tender despite her size, and those blue tinted orbs that now sought his form and his alone as she cared for him, the dull shivers of feeling lost as she continued to press and wind cobwebs here and there. The muddled, though intensely familiar cords of Skyfire lit the air multiple times, one such occasion earning him a somewhat defiant glance. One which he did his best to calm with an ungraceful nuzzle to his Nightpaw’s shoulder, purring in soft laughter at both her reactions and his numbly unorthodox movements.
She moved to lay beside him, whispering comforting verses as the two became detached from reality, orbs only for each others’…That was until his beloved shifted, glancing uneasily upon Warhawk’s broken form; the two grieving relations unwilling to part from her side at Skyfire’s orders. The medicine cat conversed quietly with them before the group split. Warhawk and Ghostwing stumbling off to the elderly tom’s den as he turned on Sharpstar; voicing his opinions quite loudly and gave his blunt decision of war. His words were so heated and so different then his usual tone that, even drowsy as he was, Marshflight got the message clean and clear. Seemed everything was leading to war; war on ThunderClan and the aiding RiverClan. But they all knew they could not do it alone…
It was then, as Marshflight lay thinking; tumbling about in his own head that he felt a gentle probe to his side. Startled a little he got shakily to his feet, turning to see that it was merely Skyfire. He let the old tom direct him where ever he pleased; although he looked back more then once to see if Nightpaw was following them, ears flicking in mild discomfort at his numbed senses and unsure steps. but all would be forgotten at the thought of his previous dream, out by the ThunderPath; and how it had made him realize his love, for both his deceased parents, and now Nightpaw.
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Post by wolfkitten on Mar 11, 2010 20:35:31 GMT -5
Sharpstar Sharpstar watched Warhawk, a coldness in his eyes... Though not for her, never for her... But for Duskstar and all that had happened today. He tensed a little, but felt his heart warm slightly at the interactions between his Clanmates. Mostly Stormcry, Warhawk, and Ghostwing. They were close and strong... Together they could weather any storm. This he knew, and yet he also knew they couldn't weather it without severe losses. Soon enough Sharpstar was jerked roughly out of his thoughts as an infuriated Skyfire rounded on him. It took quite a bit for the strong Leader not to shrink away from his fierce gaze. Sharpstar always respected Skyfire... From the time he came to this Clan as a tiny kit, none of which did he recall in any clarity... As far as he remembered, he had always been here... And yet he knew differently by his sister who resided in WindClan... He listened intently to Skyfire's angry words, his eyes unblinking and stance strong. Once Skyfire finished, he nodded slowly, though spoke strong and yet still respectfully to him. "Skyfire. I understand your fury. You're correct... We cannot allow this to go on. But alone we cannot hope to defeat both of the Clans... I will think on this matter and know what we shall do by your meeting with StarClan." And as he finished speaking. His stance would give the clear sign that this matter was closed for the time being, and he would move to aid Warhawk and Ghostwing to the Medicine Cat's den, flicking his ears back as he heard Skyfire move to speak to his daughter. As he moved by, he saw the trio of Warriors from the same Litter. He dipped his head only slightly in aknowledgement to them. There would be an announcement soon enough about the horrors that had taken place... Sharpstar needed to rouse his Clan... Not that it would likely take much. But this may very well mean war... Nightpaw Nightpaw lay her larger form close to Marshflight, her gaze locked upon the Tom beside her. She was quickly analyzing and coming to conclusions on the odd feelings she had been feeling. She loved this Tom... It hit her hard square between the eyes... She loved him... And this seemed so odd for her... The Apprentice loved the Mentor... True enough they were oddlings... him young for his position and her old... And yet there was still quite the gap between them... Yet again as hokey as it sounded, love knew no bounds... She smiled warmly at him, though surveyed his form worriedly much like a mother would her kit... She would wash her tongue gently through his fur after she had placed the cobwebs and everything to set his wounds to healing. Soon enough, however, she heard Skyfire speak. She tensed a bit as he spoke of helping Marshflight to his Den, and yet when he spoke of her being allowed to stay with him, she would relax, and nod, dipping her head respectfully to him. "Yes of course Skyfire." She would imediately move, getting to her feet and moving to tenderly nudge Marshflight to his feet. "Come on Marshflight... We're going to get you to Skyfire's den... And you can rest all you need there..." She would mew to him softly and tenderly. She glanced to Skyfire who got on his other side, and she would move to press her shoulder gently to his to help support his weight as they moved their Deputy toward the den of the Medicine Cat. |
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Post by FireFlyDragon on Mar 12, 2010 15:40:25 GMT -5
So, does this thread feel closed? If so should we get a Medicine den thread and a Clan Meeting up...? =D
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