Dimmingsun stretches for a second too long, wanting nothing more than to pump feeling back into all of his limbs. He and Meadowpaw have been painstakingly checking over every single member of WindClan, now that everyone is accounted for, and it had taken nearly all of the day to do so. As devastating as the flood had been, Dimmingsun is surprised by the low amount of injuries and the like... though the severity makes up for it.
His eye travels from one cat to the next: Fogstare, Honeyflower, Lotuskit, and Cloverbloom. These Clanmates are not fit for continuing with the rebuilding efforts—Dimmingsun knows that they need all paws on deck, and that Dustystar has been rounding up patrols so that WindClan can return to their home sooner rather than later, but health comes first. If they collapse under the weight of their tasks and pain, they will do more harm than good. He makes a point not to glance at the meager pile of medicine that sits between himself and Meadowpaw. It's pitiful, really. Especially considering how nice their stock had been prior to this.
For about the hundredth time that day, Dimmingsun looks at Meadowpaw. He wants nothing more than to assure her about this, to bring her spirits up... but that will have to wait. The two of them have to act as an united front now—and always.
He nods, half to himself.
His eye travels from one cat to the next: Fogstare, Honeyflower, Lotuskit, and Cloverbloom. These Clanmates are not fit for continuing with the rebuilding efforts—Dimmingsun knows that they need all paws on deck, and that Dustystar has been rounding up patrols so that WindClan can return to their home sooner rather than later, but health comes first. If they collapse under the weight of their tasks and pain, they will do more harm than good. He makes a point not to glance at the meager pile of medicine that sits between himself and Meadowpaw. It's pitiful, really. Especially considering how nice their stock had been prior to this.
"I'm afraid I can't provide you better shelter than this,"
he admits, woeful about the tunnel that he had pushed these poor souls into. At least they have something over their heads... but it is a far cry from the safety of the medicine den. At least this is pushed right into the side of the hill where WindClan gathers now; more difficult to spot for predators. Still, it's cramped and smells stale. This is no space for in jured cats. "Once Dustystar allows us to return to camp, you will have someplace better to rest at. This will have to do, for now."
For about the hundredth time that day, Dimmingsun looks at Meadowpaw. He wants nothing more than to assure her about this, to bring her spirits up... but that will have to wait. The two of them have to act as an united front now—and always.
He nods, half to himself.
"Would you mind describing your pain levels? Symptoms, anything of the sort?"
He creeps closer to them, sniffing at places that are obvious; like Fogstare's muzzle, or the leg that Cloverbloom obviously favors. "That will help us get to the bottom of your issue."
Set out in the territory after the reunion of WindClan. Only the following cats may respond:
@Meadowpaw @Fogstare @Honeyflower @lotuskit @cloverbloom
@Meadowpaw @Fogstare @Honeyflower @lotuskit @cloverbloom