From the shadows, the lithe form of an initiate appeared grabbing some of cobwebs Duskslayer had brought as he pushed them onto the wounds on Scorchedwhisker’s neck and applying pressure to stop them bleeding, the blood seeping trough and staining his white paws crimson “Don’t bother with that one” Alabastor pointed towards Oakshade “He’s as good as dead and no amount of herbs is going to stop it, just do you best to make his final moments peaceful” he didn’t look up from a scorchedwhisker as he worked. He probably shouldn’t have spoken to Duskslayer like that, but he was a trained medicine cat, it was his duty to heal and he wasn’t about to sit idly by “How much herbs do you all have stored away?” He eyes looking up to scan for those most wounded, prioritizing the life threatening injuries for treatment first. It seemed they were going to be trapped here, and with so many injured they were going to need to be careful with supplies. 

Burntpheonix settles in next to scorchedwhisker as Duskslayer questioned him “I’ll be fine, tend to the others first” his chest was heaving, blood still seeping through his paws

but before he could protest Allabastor pushed some wet moss toward him and onto his wound. It would both clean it, absorb the blood, and apply pressure“They didn’t hit anything vital but if you don’t stop the bleeding your going to be laying here beside your son soon enough. Hold that on your wound” he snapped

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Pollendrones eyes flickered toward Lionpride as he left to find help, her mouth opened to call his name but she stopped herself, as much as she wanted him to stay her mother getting help was priority. Her attention was drawn back to Weed as the she-cat did her best to explain what she had seen in regards to her mothers current state, the more she listened the better her cheeks became as tears co tinued to roll down her face. "Mountain, that big goon!" She was furious, and she was letting it take control as she struggled to her paws. She turned her heavily rounded body toward the exit, pushing past Weed as she slipped out into camp. "Where is he?!" She hissed, assuming her friend had followed her out, but she stopped looking around when her eyes landed on Scorchedwhisker laying eerily still on the ground where she had last seen him fighting with that weird cat. "Scorchedwhisker..." his name was a whisper as it rolled off her tongue, he looked dead, but he couldn't be, he just couldn't. The cream and tortoiseshell queens breath caught in her throat and her sides started to heave, between her mother laying injured and unconscious in the nursery and the sight of a motionless Scorchedwhisker it was clear that Pollendrone was in the begining stages of a stress induced panic attack. "I.. I cant breathe." Her throat tightened around the words and her legs felt weak but she still attempted to move them toward the tom and his father. Nova racer

Pollendrone recoiled at Weeds touch, she was still having trouble breathing but she made no move to turn and return to the nursery. "No." She shook her head and instead stumbled forward toward the little cluster of cats around Scorchedwhisker and his father. "Scorchedwhisker!" She called out breathlessly as she staggered to his side, she didnt care if she made the others angry for intervening, she made sure to stay out of their way while getting as close to him as she could. "I havent even made you laugh yet." She whispered beside him, her breathes coming in little gasps. "Please save him." She pleaded, looking to Alabaster. She wasnt sure when she had grown so fond of the grumpy tom, she didnt want to lose him, it was wrong to feel that way, she had a mate whom she loved and was due to have her kits any day but she couldn't shake the strong feeling in her chest as she lay beside Scorchedwhisker. All she could think of in this moment was the possibility of losing her mother and her friend, neither of which she thought she would be able to handle. The thought had her falling back into a panicked state, and her breathing which had still been uneven was getting faster, her head was getting fuzzy but she didnt move. Nova racer

Alabastor worked on the young tom, but it seemed like no matter how much pressure he applied the wound just wouldn't stop bleeding. He was loosing to much blood, and now here was this pregnant queen that he assumed was his mate by the way she was looking at him. He swallowed hard looking up at Duskslayer after she began begging him to save the cat's life... "I can save him..." he paused applying more cobwebs to the wound and doing his best to keep him still. He swallowed hard, but even though he didn't even really know this cat, the desperate pleas of the pregnant queen were pulling on his heart strings. No this was stupid, was he really going to risk his own life for this stranger for a clan that wanted him dead? He tied to convince himself to do just do the best he could with herbs and let whatever god he believed in to decide his fate...  But in his heart, he knew that he couldn't just walk away.

He muttered a few curse words under his breathe as he asked Duskslayer a question "How confident are you in binding wounds?" they didn't have a lot of time, and every moment that ticked by brought Scorchedwhisker closer to death "Quickly now, if you don't want her mate die"
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Lionpride:
Lionpride emerged from the high priest's den, in his search for someone to take a look at Swelteringeclipse when he spotted Pollendrone out of the nursery. His heart began to race, as he ran down to sloop towards them, but as he got closer it was the looking on Pollendrone's face that stopped him in his tracks... He had seen that look before.. He had that look before. It was the same look he had worn when Aconite had been dying, the look of anguish as the one you loved laid dying before your eyes. His paws came to a stop, ears falling back recognizing the look of love she wore. She had never looked at him that way... Not when he took wounds to protect her... Not on their first date... Not even when she told him that she was pregnant. His heart sank, lower and lower. He thought it was just him, but not...even the initate could see it. His tail drooped, unable to take it any longer he turned back towards the warriors den calling Mountainsounds name...

Alabastor sighed, looking down at the cat at his paws "You'll have to do...at the very least this will buy you some time to find another healer" he didn't really explain what he meant as his lowered his head and pressed his nose to Scorchedwhisker's forhead. He wasn't exactly sure if this would work, last time had been a complete accident even though he had been practicing with more minor wounds since then tyring to get a grasp on his elemental powers. His breathing slowed matching the injured tom's as he focused on the neck wounds. He focused in on the wound, imagining what it would look like on himself. What it would feel like, where it would be. He didn't want to take on the whole wound, but that was what made it tricky. Even the slightest loss in concentration could leave him just as bad off as the cat he was trying to save. 

It probably wasn't noticeable at first, but a thin line of red began to appear on Alabastor's throat, stretching from one side to the other though no one was touching him. It began to deepen, more blood beginning to fall from his own throat onto Scorchedwhisker's paws. Suddenly Alabastor pushed himself away, paws reaching for his own throat. 

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Pollendrone felt a small smile pull at her lips when scorchedwhisker touched her nose with his paw, there was little happiness in the action though as her tears kept falling, eyes glistening with fear. It reassured her though even if o ly slightly that he wasnt going to give up, that he was fighting to stay alive. Her gaze moved back to Alobastor and widened as he began to take on the wounds that had been slowly draining her friends life, he was an elemental. As she watched on in shock she began to worry for the healers life but just as it was happening it stopped. "What happened?" She asked, looking from one cat to another.