[ti]Private[/ti]Lick Your Wounds

[Dofferz!]

"owowowow..!" the male hissed under his breath with every taken step. His teeth clenched as each fresh wound's sting grew worse and worse with each movement--no, each second! Millisecond! He didn't know how often it got worse, but he knew it did. Each wound had yet to scab over, but his bleeding was beginning to cease as the blood began to dry up over the scratches litter throughout his pelt. He was still rather mortified at the fact he had been bested up by a Mothclanner! A she cat who's ears probably didn't even meet halfway up his chest! Starclan, she was quick and cunning, though. Too quick for him to hardly land a blow for he had been on the offensive most the whole time. 

His paws dragged heavily across the ground as he trod beside the river, following it back to Mistclan's waterfall home. However, as the rushing water came into his vision, he felt his heart thump faster. He would look like a fool! Everybody would be staring, and he didn't wish to state that he had already gotten troubles stirred up with Mothclan for the sake of a quick nap close to their borders. Close to their border, not over! Ah! It was foolish to be so close, but that silver femme had gotten on his last nerves.

He kept moving forwards, tail collecting dirt and debris as it trailed along the ground behind him. OUCH. He hissed again in pain. Hopefully Silverfang was in camp!

But Silverfang wouldn't be the only one to confront him.

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[silverfang218]

Silverfang was indeed in camp, sorting herbs in her den. However, it is Nightfur that Ravenwing should really be concerned about. The dark furred queen is milling around near the center of camp, likely wondering whether to attempt to sneak away from camp without her litter knowing for a bit of hunting or to go gather some moss for bedding, until she sees Raven limping in. Night’s green eyes widen, shocked to see the fun-loving tom in such a state. Her shocked state only lasts a moment, though, as she quickly rushes to Raven’s side. Her gaze rakes across what's left of Raven's pelt, taking in the extent of his injuries

“What happened?" She asks firmly, moving to his side so that he can lean on her a little bit while she leads him towards Silverfang’s den. Her tone is the one she might use if one of her kits managed to sneak out of camp and returned hurt. There's also a veiled threat in her tone directed towards Ravenwing's attacker. Protective Momfur is here.

[Dofferz!]

Biting his lip, RavenWing slipped passed the waterfall into the camp claimed by Mistclan. All he needed was to avoid the attention of his clanmates and slip into Silverfang's den, get the attention he needed, and leave as if nothing had happened in the first place. But it was only heartbeats after he emerged that he saw the familiar, dark shape move towards him, beige green eyes filled with concern. 'Clam'

Heat flooded his pelt as Nightfur asked what happened. 'What an embarrassment!' he blinked, hoping to find an excuse to cover up the cause of the wounds. Some bring heroic, nothing like, "There was a... Minor border scuffle with a Mothclanner." he finally admitted, allowing Nightfur's shoulder to carry a bit of his weight, eyes slanting as he mentally recalled. "But she was looking for a petty excuse to fight; the eelheart." his tail was in fact, not in their territory! He wouldn't want their territory if Starclan themselves had granted it to Mistclan. Peh!

[silverfang218]

Nightfur huffs at the explanation. “You need to be more careful; it would seem that most of those MothClan cats are just looking for a fight. You should know better than to go too near that border by yourself.” It looks like she would have kept going if they hadn’t already gotten to Silverfang’s den. “Hey, Silverfang. Ravenwing needs some help; he got into a fight with a MothClan cat.” Nightfur mews to get the medicine cat’s attention and explain what happened (which obviously would have been Silver’s first question as well) all at the same time.

Silverfang was sorting herbs off to one side as the couple march into the den. Her blue eyes widen a bit at the sight of Ravenwing, though she quickly scoops up some comfrey root and cobwebs. She limbs over to the pair as Nightfur motions for Ravenwing to lay down; Silverfang chews some of the comfrey root into a poultice before applying both it and cobweb to each one of the scratches littered across Raven’s pelt. “You should be more careful.” Silverfang mews, her voice filled with concern. Nightfur is glaring at Ravenwing this whole time, giving him that same look that she would give a kit that got in trouble.

[Dofferz!]

"You see, my tail! It was.. she was.. I-!' Ravenwing broke off with a groan. I mean, she had started it in the first place. How was it that he had to suffer for falling captive to her claws when he was simply catching a snooze on Mistclan's land. He didn't even know what cat it was. Only that she had come from Ivyclan before Mothmaw left with his followers.

As he moved into Silverfang's den, he couldn't help but look around. He hadn't been in here yet, and the male leaned his head forwards to sniff a small pile of leaves, jerking it back at the sharp tang that wafted up his nose. Preyerfully he didn't have to eat those. Prayerfully he shouldn't have to eat anything. Ravenwing watched as Silverfang chewed up some of the herbs, and he could almost pity her for having to constantly chew the bitter leaves for the sake of careless clanmates and stray thorns, wood, and etcetra. "I was being careful," he drawled. "I wish you could seen the injuries she left with." really, he couldn't even see them.

as he stood there, he suddenly tensed up as the silver medic applied the poultice to his wounds. He grit his teeth and silently hissed. Ow, who would of thought relief could hurt so much?

[silverfang218]

“Hold still.” The medicine cat orders, her voice stern. She will not put up with Ravenwing being a baby and squirming around. She continues her work until she has covered all of Ravenwing’s visible wounds. “Is there anything else that I missed, Ravenwing?” Silverfang asks, a concerned note to her voice. She wants to make sure she tended to all of his wounds, though it is sometimes difficult for her to see wounds through fur.

Nightfur, however, walks out as soon as Ravenwing begins to speak. She’s waiting for him just outside; if he decides to sleep in the medicine cat den, then she’ll be cool. If he wants to rejoin his warrior buddies, then he’ll have to go through her. Now yes, she is angry at him that he went and got himself hurt and she is upset at the thought of any of her clanmates hurt, but for some reason seeing Ravenwing come back injured makes her even more upset than it should.

Night sits outside of the medicine cat den; in all honesty, she’s trying not to cry. The queen is coming to realize that she values Ravenwing as more than a friend, that she has a relationship with him that surpasses the relationship she had with Rubblespots. She sniffles quietly. This soft hearted moment will only last until Raven comes out of the medicine cat den, though; once he meets her out here, she will quickly pull herself back together (though he might notice that she was near tears just a moment before) and turn back into fierce Nightmomma. Just because she likes him doesn’t mean that she’s afraid to ground Ravenkit and send him to the nursery for a good long while.

[Dofferz!]

"That should be about it," he huffed. Starclan, he had lost track of where had been treated and what wounds may not of, but Starclan is was enough embarrassment as it was. Let alone pointing out more. Although it stung now, he was sure the wounds would eventually soothe down. After silence and a moments hesitation, he would finally speak up. "My apologies for making you use your herbs, Silverfang, but also thanks for patching me up good... Although I smell like a bass now!" he drawled, sniffing the poultice and jerking his head back at the sharp tang that filled his nose.

He would soon be out to see Nightmom once again, but first he was at least gonna make sure he was allowed to leave. "Am I free to go..? Or am I on nest-rest? I mean, I'm feeling better already—totally better!" no he didn't wanna be confined and unable to leave camp due to the risk of opening injuries or proceeding to risk infection. Shoot.

[silverfang218]

“This is what my herbs are here for, don’t apologize for that. As far as I’m concerned, you are free to go, Ravenwing. I wouldn’t push yourself too hard for a day or so, but you should be fine. At least, until Nightfur gets a hold of you anyways.” Silverfang and Nightfur are pretty close plus Silver used to be Night’s apprentice.. Silver would have had to of been blind to not notice the expressions on Nightfur’s face as Night had brought Raven in. She didn’t envy the warrior right now; momma Nightfur is waiting to strike just outside the door. “And yeah, everyone complains about the smell.” Silver chuckles.

Nightmom is still waiting just outside, still sniffling and trying to pull herself back together.

[Dofferz!]

RavenWing nodded his gratitude towards Silverfang. However, at her Input about Nightfur, he twitched his whiskers. What did she mean why that, exactly? What was Nightfur gonna do? 'What was Nightfur gonna do.' was a nice choice of famous last words if he had to say so himself. "Got it, appreciate it!" Ravenwing huffed, turning around and returning back to the bulk of the Mistclan camp, ready to rest for a couple hours to regain the majority of his energy, and than do something relatively beneficial that wouldn't involve a whole load of physical labor.

As the male trod back, he glanced back around to catch sight of the queen. Perhaps to see exactly what Silverfang meant? Surely he mightn't take a warning and save his pelt! He blinked, walking slowly and slightly stiffly in all honestly. "Sorry about that," he meowed, catching on afterwards about the state in which she seemed to currently be in. Was she upset? "Nightfur, you okay..?" he asked, taking a couple quick steps forwards in concern for his friend.

[silverfang218]

Silverfang waves goodbye as her clanmate leaves her den. Nightfur, seeing Ravenwing exit the den, pulls herself together pretty quickly, lowering her ears to try and hide her moment of weakness. When she speaks, her voice is soft, “I’m fine. I just care about you and don’t like seeing you get hurt. Speaking of which…” She notes his stiff movements with her stern green glare and her voice becomes that of an angry mother punishing an unruly child, “You are confined to camp for a good long while. Actually, confined to the nursery.”

The mother points towards the nursery; she’s gonna follow Ravenkit to make sure he follows her orders. Her stern green gaze is focused right on Raven, practically daring him to try her. She’ll rip his pelt off faster than that MothClan warrior could of dreamed of doing so.