Visiting :: The New Babies :: Open

[--|Sootie|--]

When you're young you always think the sun in gonna shine

Rowanpaw led Cloverpaw into the sheltered den, taking most of her den-mates weight on her side. She hated to see anyone in pain, it just seemed so unfair. Cloverpaw had already been through so much...As they hobbled, Rowanpaw couldn't help wondering wha had happened, to have damaed Cloverpaw in such a grotesque way, and to have Coralpaw so traumatized that she could't speak. There were so many possibilities, yet so few. It could have been some kind of animal, but then, it probably wouldn't have left them alive. If it were the work of two-legs, then most likely, Cloverpaw would be trapped, not just injured and that still didn't explain Coralpaw's condition. Perhaps it was some kind of accident, maybe a rock fall...Whatever had happened, the most important thing would be for the two apprentices to heal under Wingedpaw's miracle-guided paws.

There'll come a day when you have to say hello to goodbye

In the medicine cat's den, Coralpaw and Cloverpaw were lay in moss and feather nests, with Rowanpaw's lithe figure stretched between the two, carefully grooming them both in turn. The intense severity of the situation had carved a deep 'm' shape into Rowanpaw's forehead, something rarely seen on such an organised, controled cat. As soon as she'd lain Cloverpaw on the nest, the small black-and-white apprentice had slipped into unconsiousness again, and Coralpaw was no diferent. Rowanpaw had thought of many possibilities, and voices some of them outloud, but this was only the worry talking; she knew that the only way to find out what had happened was to wait for either Cloverpaw or Coralpaw to speak. Instead, she turned her thoughts to possible cures for their injuries. Obviously there would be no way to save Cloverpaw's tail, but it was important that the bleeding stump didn't get infected, and that her friends were saved as much pain as they could be. So far, Rowanpaw had decided to look for cobwebs, popp seeds, lavender, marigold and juniper. As soon as someone else came to visit these two, she would head out to gather the much needed herbs. She could only imagine the quantities they would be need in.

Take these words, promise me, you'll live before you die

_{Music by Bon Jovi, Live Before You Die}

[[Ridge] of [Sapphire] light]

Her heart went out to the two traumatized apprentices She didn't know what to Tell Rowanpaw, and she didn't know how to help. She needed her to be there. She couldn't carry this burden alone. She slid toward the den, her paws falling like heavy stones on the ground. Her stomach churned, and she wanted to hurl but she couldn't she knew it wouldn't do any good. She slipped into her den seeing Rowanpaw laying beside the pair of apprentices grooming them. She smiled lightly and flicked her tail though it was low to the ground with exhaustion. She knew that soon she would need to make a trip to the Moon pinacle. Perhaps her ancestors could bring her more guidence. "Thank you for watching over them Rowanpaw. I will be in a little better shape in the morning, wake me if they stir or need something." She mewed before slipping into her den at the back of the cave. She curled up in Mutestorms nest and took a deep breath. She could still faintly catch a whiff of his scent. "Oh Mutestorm where are you..." she thought towards the sky as she covered her nose with her tail and fell into a deep sleep.

((WE can probably have clover wake up *A few hours later* or something, and ROwan run in and wake Winggy you think sootie?))