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open to anyone in swiftclan! CleaverJadieracer for ghost, spirit, and desert this is set roughly a moon in the past because i never got around to making this!
When Devotedcrow had left SwiftClan, swept up into the heights of joy, there was a skip in his step. His heart felt lighter, his long withheld anger vanquished, and he'd given his father and each of his siblings a loving goodbye, even shied a hopeful glance at his uncle Firetooth. He promised to return soon, either with his family in tow or an invitation for the SwiftClanners to visit in SummerClan.
However, none of those plans unfurled for him, and when he next dragged himself into SwiftClan's camp, he was clearly on the verge of death. Deliberate wounds were cut into his body, the leg he limped on was twisted and the bones in the paw shattered, and his right eye squinted shut, though the matted blood choked into the fur beneath it hinted at the irreparable damage that'd been done to it. Worse than that, there was scarcely a sign of his soul left in him. Devotedcrow was tired, he was filled with defeat, and he collapsed the moment he spotted another cat.
Post by complacentdevil on Dec 20, 2021 1:10:04 GMT -5
Heavystar couldnt believe his eyes, not from the slight distance at least, and he prayed that his mind was making things up. He was only setting up a small patrol with a few warriors when the sight of a slumped cat caught him off guard. His feet responded before the rest of him did. Bounding towards the murky black tom the large silver tabby yelled out for help, his voice cracking as he reached the warrior, knowing his suspicions were correct from the beginning.
"Devotedcrow..." he breathed, nudging his nose into the Summerclanner's shoulder, half to confirm his scent, and half to rouse him. "Fawnpelt!" he yelled, hoping she was close enough to hear him. His eyes watered, emotional over the sight of his friend broken like this, a fire in his heart as he looked around for anyone who could help.
From inside the nursery, where he lay with Luckywillow and rolled a mossball back and forth with the kits, Ghostcrown's ears pricked. The emotion in Heavystar's voice could only mean one thing: someone was injured, and badly. Untangling himself from the hoard of kittens and swatting the ball back their way once more, he ducked out of the den.
Even with blood covering his scent and his fur, Ghostcrown would recognize his son anywhere.
Ghostcrown sprinted across the camp and slid to a halt at his son's side; buried his face in his fur and licked fiercely at the wounds cut into his fur, tripping over his words as he mumbled assurances all the while, "Devotedcrow, you're going to be okay, it's-- it's okay, you're okay, what happened? I'm here, you're okay. Fawnpelt and Firetooth will be here soon. They'll take care of you. You're okay, you'll be fine," his insistences rose in pitch, trembling keening, fear choking his throat.
Post by complacentdevil on Dec 25, 2021 21:25:48 GMT -5
"Come on Ghostcrown," spoke the leader, through the strain of holding Devotedcrow upright. "Lets get him to the medicine den," the large tom suggested, taking a mouthful of the warriors' scruff in his mouth and hefting him forward, his paws moving the party slowly there, hoping that they could fix him up. He had only hoped his friend a safe return home, and finding he had barely left their territory, and though it wasnt his fault, Heavystar felt ashamed of himself for not taking better care of him.
Spiritlake was actually already in the medicine cat den having a few scratches she'd suffered from a hunt tended to when she heard Heavystar call for Fawnpelt. She immediately got to her paws an exited the den without saying anything to the healer. She could tell from the tone of her leader's voice that whatever he needed the Fawnpelt for was more urgent than her own care and just wanted to get out of the way. Imagine the surprise when she saw her brother's broken body and realized he was the emergency.
"Devotedcrow! What in the world has happened!?" She rushed over to her brother's side and offered additional support.
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"Spiritlake---" Fawnpelt was annoyed that her patient had so quickly gotten off and rushed out, making a bit of a mess of her supplies. Heavystar yelled for her all the time and, besides, she was very nearly done treating the scratches - odds were that whatever they were dealing with could wait. When she heard Spiritlake's yowl, however, she quickly changed her tune and began clearing our space for what she assumed was a very wounded cat.
Ghostcrown hesitated, the lump in his throat preventing him from speaking, but it was easier to give into orders and let someone else take over. He nodded slowly, grasping hold of his son and helping drag him forward with the held of his daughter. His mouth was too full of fur to speak, but his eyes betrayed the misery and fear he couldn't hide.
As he helped the warrior into the healer's den, he rested Devotedcrow gently in the nest and propped up his head on a taller pile of moss. "He's going to be okay," he murmured immediately to Spiritlake, ignoring the dread twisting in his stomach, wishing he sounded more convinced. "He'll be fine. Fawnpelt will fix him. What do you want us to do?" He turned to his niece, torn between a desire to fix this and the fear that if he left, he would miss his son's final breath.
