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"He'll be fine." Sleekfoot's voice was steady despite the circumstances. "I'm no Medicine Cat, but these wounds, thankfully, aren't too close to his neck or chest." She spread the marigold awkwardly onto his leg as Dunefoot bound his leg up with cobwebs.
"We need to stop the bleeding, correct? There are a few wounds on his face, but they're mostly superficial. Even so, we should try to prevent him from losing too much blood."
With that, she began pressing the spider-silk onto the gash on his forehead.
"We'll have to get someone to stay here overnight and make sure his condition doesn't worsen."
Cactuspaw jumped off the rock to stand near Kawapaw, legs shaking slightly. "At least he's alive... and Sleekfoot will tell us if he gets really bad. But what hurt him so badly? That's what scares me!" He glanced back and forth at the cats around him for... reassurance? Support? Stormtail's words, though, seemed to calm him down slightly. If someone as timid as him wasn't worried, why should Cactuspaw be?
"Yeah... we probably shouldn't get in the way. I don't think you guys know any more than me about herbs and stuff."
Pebblespine, who had just recently been woken up by the screams of his clanmates, slinked out of his small hiding-spot by the cave. He kept back from the commotion, the fear-scent and confusion of his clanmates hot on the roof of his mouth. There wasn't anything he could do to help here. Not with something this important. Instead, he slowly padded up to Pumpkinroot, having heard his yells over the mixed commotion.
"What's Fawnpad worried about?" He said, not unkindly, sightless amber eyes meeting Pumpkinroot's orangey ones.
Sandstream, miraculously, was sleeping in the back of the hunter-guards den, a yellow ball that stood out against the gloom of the cave. His faint exhalations were utterly drowned out by the commotion, and the warm scent of rest overwhelmed by blood and fear.
"He'll be fine." Sleekfoot's voice was steady despite the circumstances. "I'm no Medicine Cat, but these wounds, thankfully, aren't too close to his neck or chest." She spread the marigold awkwardly onto his leg as Dunefoot bound his leg up with cobwebs.
"We need to stop the bleeding, correct? There are a few wounds on his face, but they're mostly superficial. Even so, we should try to prevent him from losing too much blood."
With that, she began pressing the spider-silk onto the gash on his forehead.
"We'll have to get someone to stay here overnight and make sure his condition doesn't worsen."
Cactuspaw jumped off the rock to stand near Kawapaw, legs shaking slightly. "At least he's alive... and Sleekfoot will tell us if he gets really bad. But what hurt him so badly? That's what scares me!" He glanced back and forth at the cats around him for... reassurance? Support? Stormtail's words, though, seemed to calm him down slightly. If someone as timid as him wasn't worried, why should Cactuspaw be?
"Yeah... we probably shouldn't get in the way. I don't think you guys know any more than me about herbs and stuff."
Pebblespine, who had just recently been woken up by the screams of his clanmates, slinked out of his small hiding-spot by the cave. He kept back from the commotion, the fear-scent and confusion of his clanmates hot on the roof of his mouth. There wasn't anything he could do to help here. Not with something this important. Instead, he slowly padded up to Pumpkinroot, having heard his yells over the mixed commotion.
"What's Fawnpad worried about?" He said, not unkindly, sightless amber eyes meeting Pumpkinroot's orangey ones.
Sandstream, miraculously, was sleeping in the back of the hunter-guards den, a yellow ball that stood out against the gloom of the cave. His faint exhalations were utterly drowned out by the commotion, and the warm scent of rest overwhelmed by blood and fear.
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. ....they/he....FR time + 1....hauntings#0781....interesting things here
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