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While hunting a rabbit, Spiritlake had unknowingly chased it out onto the barely-frozen lake and fallen through the ice. It had happened right at the water's edge, so she'd been able to get out pretty easily, but the damage had been done. She'd gotten her paws all cut up in her initial flailing panic against the jagged icy edge, not to mention the fact that she was positively freezing, given she was soaked at the wind was particularly unforgiving today.
"I better not catch a cough," She groaned as she began to lick at her chest, as if that would help. Spiritlake had a third wound, pride, and didn't want to return to camp until the worst of the wet was cleaned up...
It was a cold day for Luckywillow to be out hunting alone, but his daughter had begged and pleaded for a warm piece of prey, and he couldn’t deny her. He struggled to be a good father, he was weary to the bone from patrols and hunting and raising four kittens alone, and his great efforts didn’t feel like enough. What if they were falling behind in development or learning? His guilt ate away at him.
His ears pricked hopefully at a sound — prey? — but instead, the crashing sound was followed by a voice, and he realized it was another warrior. “Spiritlake,” he greeted as he headed her way. He frowned at the scent of blood. “Are you okay?”
"Yes, I'm fine," Spiritlake sighed, lifting up her bloodied paw as if to prove it. The cuts were not very deep and the cold had already stopped the bleeding - of course, there was no telling if it would say that way once it had warmed up, "I chased a rabbit onto the ice like a kit-furred apprentice. I can't believe I did that."
The cream tabby winced sympathetically. “I would have too; I’ve been dying for a catch today. Let me take a look at your paw,” he suggested, “if you’re willing. I’m no medicine cat, but I can try and stop the bleeding long enough for us to get to Spiritlake.” He trotted closer.
“The snow will numb the pain too, if we pack it in tight.”
At first Spiritlake was resistant to the idea of packing now into the wounds, but then she remembered that he paws were still basically numb from the cold, so it wouldn't cause her much pain to do it and it wasn't that bad of an idea.
"Alright, do it, but I can't watch. I'm plenty tough and all but not when it comes to getting the wounds I get being tough treated."
She turned her head away and extended one of her front paws, the one with the deepest cut.
Luckywillow smiled obligingly. He stepped up and started to scoop snow together with his paws. As he started to press it on around the wound, he started to distract her with casual conversation.
“I wasn’t very tough when I was an apprentice, blood made me feel pretty weak,” he admitted. “It got easier with time, but having kits really changed it all. Compared to all the trouble they get into, a little blood is nothing! Freckledkit came back covered in blood a few days ago… well, I thought it was blood. I was so scared!”
