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Post by 》R Y on May 14, 2014 6:34:03 GMT -6
i feel it in my bones, enough to make my systems blow [presto] 
♠712 smoke - let's play this as a moon ahead of any of my threads and such ^.^ dawson/nightpaw || also yes, dawson is a npc that we can freely use, tho i may adopt him out later cause that pics cute ^.^ anyways; i couldn't think of anything but getting snowfire sick/hurt xD so apologies
♠♠♠ he remembers yesterday as clear as day. how the sun had be clouded by a thick blanket of clouds and how a worried mother had appeared on his border when he had been on patrol with his brother, nephew and pebblestep. it had been a precaution to check the borders but when the panicking mother had come to them pleading for help - that her two kits were stuck in a two-leg building just south of there and that they couldn't get out she had, had no one else to turn to. so with a heavy heart the young leader turned to his patrol and ordered them to continue onwards. 'i'll only be a few moments, I'm good with kids.' he had meowed cheekily with the three cats who had ever seen such a side and he had followed the young mother as she took him in the direction of the nest. to say it looked safe was an understatement, the building looked on the verge of collapsing and whatever gave the mother the thought to take her kits there was beyond him. 'they're in there sir! please!' she meowed frighteningly and before he knew it, he had began to enter the building. needless to say locating the two frighten kits was easy, and when he returned them to her, she had only wailed with happiness. no longer had she and her two daughters turned to leave that snowfire had heard a yowl for help and had turned his ears back to the destroyed building. 'are there mor-' but the mother and two young kittens had fled into the tall grass leaving snowfire wondering if he should risk such a daring second rescue. the meow would come again and he would move with little ease as his body propelled him forward. 'call out if you can hear me! he would meow, and when the younger male kit voice sounded snowfire would begin to climb the breaking stairs until finally he spotted the black fluffy kitten. "come on son, we need to get you out of here." snowfire would add, and as the young kitten looked up; eyes wide and frighten before he moved towards the elder tom. when the kitten moved past him, snowfire made to follow him - taking but one step before the floor beneath him gave way and the world enclosed in black.
♠♠♠ snowfire's body ached with a soreness that he had never felt until now. from head to tail-tip he could feel every inch of his body throbbing with a pain that was unexplainable, and by judging from the roof above him; where the whole was as clear as day - it would seem to be the reason why. he had fallen seven feet, landing on what was once a fluffy stone (couch) and had bounced off onto the floor beside it. or that was what he was told by the black kitten who sat tightly beside him. please sir, we need to get out of here! the young kitten would meow, but snowfire only groaned in displeasure. how could the kitten want to leave in such a hurry. in fact, the young leader would rather sleep a little longer... SIR! "fine, fine, let us go son." snowfire would meow as he yanked himself to his paws, carefully looking over the younger black cat. they moved out slowly, but quick enough to avoid any more falling floor boards from above. it was only once they reached the outside that snowfire collapsed by a stone garden of flowers and ferns. "son look,"he began only to hear the young kitten call himself dawson;v"dawson then, there is a cat... smoke..." snowfire meowed, his voice trailing off as his eye lids lowered slightly (a concussion most likely). the young kitten dawson only seemed to nod; his expression serious for a moment before nodding. i know her sir! i'll go get her! but before he could stop the young kitten from running off, dawson had fled away - his black fluffy pelt vanishing into the long grass north of the location. from there, snowfire laid; eyes turned up to the sky as he struggled to remain awake. a puncture wound from a few nails on his right fore-paw.
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Post by smoke on May 23, 2014 22:46:25 GMT -6
SO YOU HAVE THE DESIRE TO BE PLAYING WITH FIRE?[presto]  862snowfiresorry for the delay. and yay, i finally get to let smoke do actual medicine! [/presto]
Smoke was settling in for a nap in one of her favorite nests. It was just outside HillClan territory, one of the few still unclaimed by a clan, and the wind in the hills made a soft, comforting backdrop. She had just tucked her tail over her nose when she heard a high, reedy voice on the wind. “Smoke, Smoke!” It called, and she groaned and hauled herself to her feet, pelt brushing against fragrant herbs and she stepped into the open. At first, she saw nothing, and then, a small black shape was hopping through the tall grasses, rising and falling between the rippling blades and still calling her name. The wind changed directions abruptly and she caught his scent. A loner’s kit she’d run into his family a few times… Oh, what was his name?
“I’m here!” She called as forcefully as she could. And you’re damn lucky. She thought, but didn’t add. She could have been anywhere. The dark kit changed his course slightly and came pelting up to her, breathing hard and stammering incomprehensibly. She nosed him over quickly, from his bright hazel eyes to the plush tip of his tail – he seemed fine. “Calm down, calm down, breathe slow and deep.” She instructed. He complied immediately, still staring in starry-eyed anticipation. Clearly, something had happened. “Is your mother alright? What’s wrong?.” He shook his head vehemently. “Not her. A-a ginger and white tom, from HillClan, he tried to help and fell.” The kit stammered. “You said-”
“I said that rotten twoleg nest was no place for a mother to raise her kits.” Smoke spat. The black kit quivered. “No, no Dawson, it’s not your fault.” She purred soothingly, scraping a rough tongue across his head. I really hope his name is Dawson. She thought wryly. The smoky she-cat leaned down to look the frightened kit in the eye. “Now tell me how he’s hurt, so I can help.” She purred cheerfully. Already, she was turning back into the protected area, winding her tail through the cobwebs she kept there. Ginger and white… If this was Snowfire, she needed to get there as soon as possible.
“He fell, I don’t know, he was sleepy, and there was… Some blood.” Marigold, feverfew. She thought, gathering bundles of plants in the center of the hollow. She turned to look at the black kit as she worked.
“That’s good to know, thank you.” She praised him around a mouthful of thyme. “He’ll be just fine, no problem.” She reassured him, and then, looking over her bundle – marigold, feverfew, thyme, and goldenrod. She had brought beech leaves here fresh from her most recent trip to TreeClan territory, so, mindful of her cobwebbed tail, she rolled the herbs up and gestured for Dawson to lead her to the HillClan cat. Luckily, the young cat was bright and energetic. He took off like a shot and she struggled to keep up, following his dark shape over the gentle swells of hills and towards the abandoned twoleg nest where his mother had given birth. She’d mentioned, in passing, that it looked unstable, but hadn’t honestly believed…
As they drew near, she saw how far the hovel had fallen, and heard the crash of rubble within. Soon, the orange-and-white shape of an injured cat was visible by the building, and as she drew closer she was sure of it – the HillClan leader was her injured cat. The two dark cats slowed as they neared the leader, and Smoke called out to him “Leave it to a clan cat not to land on his feet.” Her words were sharp, but her voice was gentle, and slightly winded, as she laid the bundle of herbs down in front of the leader, making sure to stay in his field of vision. Her interactions with Snowfire were minimal, but she knew him well enough to like him better than Pinewhisker, that was for sure. “We’ll have you running the moors in no time, though.” She mewed, nosing him over. He looked dazed, and Dawson had been right, there was some blood, on his paw. She nosed it gently – a puncture wound, not a laceration, easily infected. Especially if he walked on it. Smoke returned to her herbs. She separated them out and isolated the goldenrod she’d brought along.
“This is goldenrod. I’m going to chew it up and cover your foot, it’ll speed healing.” She told him, nosing the herb so he could see it. The flowers were so common in HillClan territory, she felt confident he would recognize it, and hoped it would be reassuring. “And while I do that, you tell me what happened – everything you remember – and how you feel.” She instructed before taking the herb into her mouth. Chewing herbs into poultices was often unpleasant and usually a bit of an art – chewed too coarsely, it wouldn’t stick to a wound, ground too finely and it would slide right off. She took her time and listened hard, ready to cover his paw’s wound in poultice and cobwebs before addressing whatever else he told her.
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Post by snowfire on May 25, 2014 8:49:21 GMT -6
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this is what it feels like. he mused, eyes of that eerie shade of green, casted into the sky above him as he listened to the fading of paw steps. he knew he had not a monstrous wound - matter of fact, he could of gotten himself home to his clan if he had willed it hard enough, it was just the pain shooting through him from the rough handling of his fall that had caused him to lay there, near motionless as the weather around him coaxed him into a gentle what would be, a gentle and warm sleep. he had never known anything so subtle and yet so painfully obvious. all he wished for was the sleep that would pledge his mind, but he would not give into such temptation - not like his mother and his grandmother before him.
those who held within his clan, close and dear would probably wonder where he had gotten off to. having been gone some time now, he didn't expect to have fallen through the risen ground of the place behind him. he had expected it to hold firm and steady like he had for so long - but it was as if the pain crushing reality would bring a turn for the young tom, and with his eyes snapping shut, he prayed for a miracle of sorts. a miracle to ease the pounding within his own skull and one to ease the sharp pain the puncture wound had brought him. but it was with the distant sound of something that brought his eyes flashing from his own misjudgement to the surrounding area. there was a creature approaching, whether friend of foe - he did not know.
leave it to a clan cat not to land on his feet.
ah, smoke. the tom's eerie green eyes flashed upwards to wards where the young feline was; beside her the darker tom was waiting and for the life of snowfire, he did not know how to thank the young cat probably. his mother had abandoned him after all. watching the feline, he huffed slightly, only drawing his breath in slowly hoping to ease any soreness he felt around his body with the gentleness that a mother would show a kitten. his eyes shut slowly for a moment, drawing in a few breaths before listening to the she-cat speak once more. her voice was something different, gentle and yet sharp - like how a rose brush would be seen as. gentle looking until the sharp thorns pressed against your flesh and for the life of the white and orange tom, he wondered if she was truly someone to fear.
we'll have you running the moors in no time, though.
he nodded briskly. he could remember the first day he had officially met the young she-cat before him or rather yet, heard of her. it had been the day her uncle had returned sprouting stories of how this smoke had deemed him unfit to rule a clan with a non-functional fore-paw. while it had been a great day for snowfire to rejoice in his rising to power, it had been a terrible one to watch as his uncle fell into sides with the elders, humbled and huddled as if he too would fade into the darkness like his mother had. it was when the young she-cat pressed around his puncture wound that he tensed up, the threatening of a hiss clear upon his maw, but he held firm, eyes shutting to mask anything he felt straight away. patience, snowfire. patiences.
this is goldenrod. I'm going to chew it up and cover your foot, it'll speed healing.
his eyes turned slowly to wards what she was gesturing to, the flower it seemed, was something he had glanced upon before and with his brows furrowed he studied it - taking in the detail as quickly as he could. growing up he had known nothing of healing or the aspect of killing infections and cloaking wounds - the only knowledge he had ever gain was to simply wash his wound in water - soaking it, before applying cobwebs, something his uncle and his mother had taught anyone who was hurt. but seeing this flower, his eyes blew wide with interest, how could such a thing have healing properties that sped up the healing process. he knew from the past, with other cats - wounds like this could grow to be fatal and he had seen some walk with a limp for ever afterwards.
and while I do that, you tell me what happened - everything you remember - and how you feel.
he nodded only the tiniest, eyes shutting for a moment as he tried to recall the moments leading up to his descend through the ground of the upper level. he did this all the while listening to the soft crunching of the flower between the other cat's teeth. he could feel the gentle coaxing of sleep crouching before him, ready to claim him in a soft slumber, but he sought only to remember and with each passing moment - really only a few seconds outside of his thick skull - he struggled to find the words that could coax himself into not being a soft hearted fool. hillclan needed strength, not a cat who would run off into the danger to help a cat. then again, he had thought to use the she-cat and her kittens to his advantage, offer them a home in return for their services.
"a young female arrived at our borders during a patrol. seeking help for her kits hidden within this place. she informed me it was falling down and that her two kittens were inside."
his voice was horsed, unused since he had tried to coax the young tom before him out. his eyes had slowly opened then, forced on the she-cat's own paws as she worked, there was something he never understood about healing cats - healers, or medicine cats as he had been told they were called. they all seemed to be a hoax to him until they finally set their paws to work and watching the young cat now, he doubted that she was a hoax - even after she could not bring back his uncle's leg, it was reassuring that he would not suffer the same fate through infection.
"I arrived to get the two she-kittens out, only to hear this young lad calling for help. I fell through the top ground there, and this little lad risked his own life to stay with me afterwards. I don't know how long I was out for, but I am sore."
he replied honestly, and bluntly, cold expression returning to his face as he turned those eerie green eyes away from the smoky dappled she-cat. for whatever reason she had for actually coming to his rescue he would never doubt that he owed her a debt, and with a fine inner conclusion he sought to give the young she-cat complete use of any of his apprentices to help her gather medical herbs, if only for a while. whiskers twitching he turned to look back at the she-cat that distant look returning to his eyes as he shut away his pain and emotions to regard the she-cat from a hundred miles.
"although, I did fall on these point two-leg thorns."
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