FEAR OF MISSING OUT ───〃skirmish return

[Graybird]

I am not your kind and gentle husband

His back aches, his legs unsteady, as the gray tom finally appears back in the camp he is near collapse from the strain of lugging the equally sized tom across his shoulders the entire way. Graybird would like to claim he was gentle, careful, but he was none of that in his hurry to get @THUNDERFLASH from SkyClan's border and back to someone who could actually help him; he was entirely unequipped to do anything other than act as a courier for the fallen.
The first cat he sees gets grit teeth and a sharp stare, his holly green gaze wide and pupils blown out as he sputters, "Get a medicine cat! Now! The weight is finally too much and he lowers himself belly to the ground, lets the russet fur soaked red slide from his back and drop heavily at his side but he makes no effort to stand back up - it had been a tiring process, his lungs burned as if a blaze had been set inside him and he was angry. Angry he hadn't gotten to sink his claws into the SkyClan king, angry he wasn't strong enough to drop his clanmate here and rush back into the fray but the mere thought of it made him want to retch.
Graybird pants, white froth around his mouth as he catches his breath and swallows hard, the image of Hawkstar with a bloody muzzle was so ingrained in his mind he could not replace it with the one of her crying for a halt to the violence - they were not the same cat. The Hawkstar he knew was a murderer, callous, cruel, not that one-eyed tortie calling for a ceasefire. It was some kind of ploy, surely, to drop their guard and defenses before she brought more pain upon them. At least he'd sparred Thunderflash the worst of it - or maybe he hadn't, the other tabby had not yet roused and he could not help but wonder if he was even still alive. Surely a blow to the head like that wasn't fatal...

Ooc- This is a return thread for the SkyClan Skirmish, it takes place prior to Serpentberry's death & the recent meeting!

& I am not the love you knew before.

GRAYBIRD

— Warrior ThunderClan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— SH Gray Tabby with holly green eyes.
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[serpentberry serpentberry]

It is rare (at least, in her lifetime,) that she is able to prepare before battle. Most strife occurs suddenly, with bodies limping home shortly after, each forced to wait in some poorly made line while she and her apprentice pull together salves and poultices alike. This time, however, she and Rowanpaw can in the very least sort together piles of like-use herbs and even prep some bandaging long before the war patrol returns. And return they do... piece by piece, fleeing cats enter ThunderClan's camp with torn pelts and scowls sewn onto their faces.

Serpentberry abandons the aid of one cat to pursue that of Thunderflash, ears drawn back with vague concern as the ruddy-furred tom simply slumps to the ground. It's bad. His skin is ripped, but not in any way that may suggest the blood loss has caused his unconsciousness. Her friend... he would not die today, not if her paws could have any part in it. She'd sooner shred StarClan's heavens in two to have him fall back to their painful lifestyle than lose him to those endless fields.

Graybird idles nearby, eyes wide with the unending shock of having been there. Serpentberry doesn't look towards him, but barks to him to, "Go find a poppy seed and swallow it." He needed some sort of relaxant, less his panic rouse the next wave of combat and injury. She doesn't move to lift Thunderflash again, instead drawing the herbs she has closer to him and quickly wrapping the wounds that have yet to clot.

[ interacting with @rowanpaw @Graybird and @THUNDERFLASH!! surprise she's alive for like one post ]