Post by Broadwaykat on Aug 5, 2019 2:15:22 GMT
"Anyone with more than a scrape is not stepping foot outside this den until they can prove to me they are fully healed!"
The frustration within his voice was palpable - but Shadowfall was used to being listened to without hesitation. He was a tom who had spent the majority of his life as a guard and a fighter - he had seen cats die and not flicked an ear about it before, but he also had striven to protect life. That was what he was trying to do now, but much to his dismay, it didn't seem like many of the other cats didn't feel the same way.
And those who were not within his own clan was seriously beginning to test his patience.
"I've got to go and sit vigil!" Croaked a young tomcat named Bloompath - Bloompaw until only that morning, who was among one of the worst injured. You wouldn't tell it from his attitude, however; as he was practically itching to clamber out of his den the moment anyone's back was turn. He probed at a poltice smeered across the front of his chest with his tongue - a bad idea if the face he made was any indication. "Really, I'm fine!"
"You won't be if you don't shut your trap!" Grumbled another Mothclan warrior by the name of Badgerstrike, who was clearly pouting, her front paws stuck out in front of her waiting for treatment of her torn and bloody paws. "Think I'm happy? No - but I'm also trying to sleep - and if I hear anymore from you you'll never be leaving this den, so help me - "
"Did I honestly just hear you threaten another cat in this den?!" Snapped Shadowfall, whipping around on the silvery tabby with a glare that was not in any way shape or form inviting; it was a look that clearly said that if there were anyone to be doing any threatening around here - it was him. It may have been a part of Mistclan's Medicine Den - but HE was one of the qualified ones here.
Rather than answer, Badgerstrike simply looked hastily away.
"I'm fine though, really!" Bloompath shifted despite the warnings and another poltice covering his mutilated ear slid down with a plop at his paws. "I can go and help rebuild! Or fight off rats...or - "
"Those rats were horrible! They were bigger than me!" An apprentice named Shrikepaw had been brought in by her hysterical queen a day or two after they had settled in when she had complained about being unable to sleep and a lack of appetite; she had a bite mark or two, hardly as worrying a symptom as some of the others, but she still refused to eat and had what could best be described as a mile-long stare. "They'd eat you for breakfast!"
"Would not! I'm a warrior now! I could take down three of them and not even blink!" Insisted Bloompath.
"...Looks like you're already half digested anyways, so by all means have at it and let the rodents finish the job!" Muttered Badgerstrike, still facing the wall.
"Everyone PLEASE be quiet!" Shadowfall stamped a paw on the ground for emphasis, before wearily turning towards the other gathered Medicine Cats."We've got to get some sort of organization into this place. It's your den, Daisypetals - so I suppose you might as well get us started." Clearly, he would have felt more comfortable taking charge - but he was in stranger territory, after all. Short moons ago his kin were meeting there's in battle, and now they were forced to bed down together.
Tagging: Mama (Lilydawn), Storm (Finchtuft), gingersnapsdacat (Daisypetals), Bumblebee (Whitepaw), GnawingOnIce (Cedarleap), KingHarry (Palesun), M'Lady (Snakeleap) - All Medicine Cats Who Wish to Participate, and those who stated interest in a healing thread:
Injured:
Rosefury LupTacco
Honeyfawn
Bloompath
Tanglepaw
Cherryhawk noctemq
Eveningstar Miss Tactical
Stormwatcher
Lizardpaw
Wolfdusk
Redwing
Weevilebite
Olivebloom
Ocelotjaw pants
Wolfshade mewmehh
Shrikepaw
Slugpaw
Batstrike
The frustration within his voice was palpable - but Shadowfall was used to being listened to without hesitation. He was a tom who had spent the majority of his life as a guard and a fighter - he had seen cats die and not flicked an ear about it before, but he also had striven to protect life. That was what he was trying to do now, but much to his dismay, it didn't seem like many of the other cats didn't feel the same way.
And those who were not within his own clan was seriously beginning to test his patience.
"I've got to go and sit vigil!" Croaked a young tomcat named Bloompath - Bloompaw until only that morning, who was among one of the worst injured. You wouldn't tell it from his attitude, however; as he was practically itching to clamber out of his den the moment anyone's back was turn. He probed at a poltice smeered across the front of his chest with his tongue - a bad idea if the face he made was any indication. "Really, I'm fine!"
"You won't be if you don't shut your trap!" Grumbled another Mothclan warrior by the name of Badgerstrike, who was clearly pouting, her front paws stuck out in front of her waiting for treatment of her torn and bloody paws. "Think I'm happy? No - but I'm also trying to sleep - and if I hear anymore from you you'll never be leaving this den, so help me - "
"Did I honestly just hear you threaten another cat in this den?!" Snapped Shadowfall, whipping around on the silvery tabby with a glare that was not in any way shape or form inviting; it was a look that clearly said that if there were anyone to be doing any threatening around here - it was him. It may have been a part of Mistclan's Medicine Den - but HE was one of the qualified ones here.
Rather than answer, Badgerstrike simply looked hastily away.
"I'm fine though, really!" Bloompath shifted despite the warnings and another poltice covering his mutilated ear slid down with a plop at his paws. "I can go and help rebuild! Or fight off rats...or - "
"Those rats were horrible! They were bigger than me!" An apprentice named Shrikepaw had been brought in by her hysterical queen a day or two after they had settled in when she had complained about being unable to sleep and a lack of appetite; she had a bite mark or two, hardly as worrying a symptom as some of the others, but she still refused to eat and had what could best be described as a mile-long stare. "They'd eat you for breakfast!"
"Would not! I'm a warrior now! I could take down three of them and not even blink!" Insisted Bloompath.
"...Looks like you're already half digested anyways, so by all means have at it and let the rodents finish the job!" Muttered Badgerstrike, still facing the wall.
"Everyone PLEASE be quiet!" Shadowfall stamped a paw on the ground for emphasis, before wearily turning towards the other gathered Medicine Cats."We've got to get some sort of organization into this place. It's your den, Daisypetals - so I suppose you might as well get us started." Clearly, he would have felt more comfortable taking charge - but he was in stranger territory, after all. Short moons ago his kin were meeting there's in battle, and now they were forced to bed down together.
Tagging: Mama (Lilydawn), Storm (Finchtuft), gingersnapsdacat (Daisypetals), Bumblebee (Whitepaw), GnawingOnIce (Cedarleap), KingHarry (Palesun), M'Lady (Snakeleap) - All Medicine Cats Who Wish to Participate, and those who stated interest in a healing thread:
Injured:
Rosefury LupTacco
Honeyfawn
Bloompath
Tanglepaw
Cherryhawk noctemq
Eveningstar Miss Tactical
Stormwatcher
Lizardpaw
Wolfdusk
Redwing
Weevilebite
Olivebloom
Ocelotjaw pants
Wolfshade mewmehh
Shrikepaw
Slugpaw
Batstrike