TW: Sensitive Content PAFP Camp WHY'S IT TAKING SO LONG [ INJURED CLANMATE ]

[swarmswirl]

It is not a long trek, yet her throat feels raw and her voice hoarse. From the moment she's found Chrysalisgaze, not too far from camp, to the moment she receives it, the molly shouts, "Help! Someone, help me!" Surely a patrol, or even one cat, has too noticed the cold nest of their beloved Chrysalisgaze and sought out to investigate. And if not, the wails of her sister should draw them in. Swarmswirl feels pathetic, nearly dragging her sibling across the nettle-strewn ground, but it's the best she has.

Her own legs begin to fail her as another cat joins beneath Chrysalisgaze's blood-sewn pelt. She hopes they don't mind the staining, silently telling them that she will help them rinse clean. She hopes if they do mind, then they would appreciate that the blood is warm, not cold, and that somewhere beneath the heft of her sibling's pelt, there is still a heart beating. Swarmswirl pushes them both quicker, still, now calling out for, "Swallowbreeze - I need Swallowbreeze!" A molly who was left in her role too young, yet capable. She has to be capable. Swarmswirl doesn't think she could take another answer.

The warrior heads straight towards the medicine den with her injured sister, unwilling to wait any longer.

[ pls wait for @Chrysalisgaze !! calling for @SWALLOWBREEZE but any cat can be the one that helps her carry her sister :3 ]

 

[Chrysalisgaze]

♡

𓆦 𖢥 𓆨 𓆣 𐀔 Chrysalisgaze 𐀔 𓆣 𓆨 𖢥 𓆦

Chrysalisgaze feels like she's swimming through a heavy fog, unable to see, every sound and sensation muffled, distant. What was she doing? Where is she now?
The haze lifts for a moment and she hears a voice.
...hold on...
Was that her sister? Chrysalisgaze's mind foggies again, her world darkens. She doesn't know how much time has passed, could have been a moment or the whole day. When next she regains her senses briefly, her sister's voice is still there.
...breeze...i need.....
What does Swarmswirl need? The scent of blood reaches Chrysalisgaze's nostrils and she starts to panic, her body trying to move, but unable to do so - did someone hurt her sister? She will make them pay. She will...she will make them....pay......
...
She feels movement beneath her body, the world shaking, her body shaking, her paws...her paws numb. She dares open her eyes, but the world is too bright, painful. Was that Starlingtrail she just saw? She tries to say her name, but all that comes out is. "...tarli...ail..." with a strained voice that isn't hers, thorns digging into her throat.
And then the world is black again, dreamless, as Chrysalisgaze drifts away to the sound of drip...drip...drip...

 

[flowercloud]

Flowercloud heard the cries for help as she left camp. Limbs carried her, but barely. There was a nervousness in her steps, but her pace quickened with the thudding of her heart in her wide chest. She began sprinting, paws leading her where cowardice almost took over. And when the deputy saw the sight, she felt her own blood freeze.

Her paws stumbled, her body freezing- what if it had been chrysalisgaze? Would you make me tell her children why her mother had to die? But she wouldn't die. She couldn't die. Flowercloud would help. She quickly began moving, steps trying and fighting to be confident as she moved against Swarmswirl, trying to relinquish some weight of Chrysalisgaze body.

Is she alive?

Please tell me she's alive.

Please tell me we didn't lose another.

But the deputy couldn't speak. There was a weight in her throat that almost made her choke, but instead she ignored it. Her breath shuddered, but there was a bit of relief that it was not thunderclan scent she smelled. It didn't mean that if wasnt- that it couldn't have been her fault. The visage of an electric blue eye glaring down on her made Flowercloud feel Sick.

A thick swallow, her steps focused to match Swarmswirls. They shoved through camp, and Flowercloud did not lift her gaze, did not look for those blue eyes of blame- rather immediately went with Swarmswirl to the medicine cat den. She was a silent help, but she really...

Really ...

Was going to get sick.

flowercloud - 38 moons - skyclan deputy - mentoring none

 

[Starlingtrail Starlingtrail]

The molly had spent the night restless, her Chryssie hadn't returned to camp yet. Not poked her head in to wish good night to the kittens and spent some quiet time together before she retired to her nest, ready for another busy day. She didn't have the heart to move, not when her little ones were curled to her belly, warm and fast asleep. She tried to assure herself that Chrysalis had simply grown far too tired from a busy day and retired to her nest early, or maybe she had come to see them all when she dozed off for a short while earlier. Starling wasn't sure, so that awful unsettled feeling in her stomach couldn't be stifled...

Starlingtrail managed to doze off, just barely. But the shrill call of an all too familiar voice jolted her awake. "Swarmswirl?" She knew her sister-in-law's voice anywhere; she swallowed hard, looking around before her gaze fell to another one of the caretakers. "Watch my kittens, please, j-just a moment." Her voice waivered, there was an awful feeling in her gut, and her first instinct was to shield her kittens.

It was as the molly stepped towards the exit of the nursery, the bitter scent of blood caught her breath. Starlingtrail tightened her jaw, hoping, preying-

Her face drained of warmth as she saw her worst nightmare, held up between Swarmswirl and Flowercloud, her wife, her Chysalisgaze, or what life still clung to her. The shrill cry of horror that slipped from her maw as she witnessed the bloodied visage of her other half sounded outside her, like it hadn't come from her maw. Tears trailed her cheeks as the words slipped from her lips, a quiet fury muddled in her sorrow. "Who did this." Starling tried to steel her tears, but watching with a shaking form as her wife was brought to the medicine den, and she could do nothing but wait for Swallowbreeze to save Chrysalisgaze. "I'll-"

But, as she had breathed to speak, she heard the wheeze of what could have been her name, the fury crumbling just as quickly as it had ignited. She followed Swarm and Flower with bleary eyes, calling for her mate. "I'm here, Chryssie, you're home. You'll be o-okay-" The molly's voice broke, there was only so much she could hold back as the scent of blood overwhelmed her, the terror she had felt all night, where her wife was out there, bleeding and alone. If they hadn't found her, she could have been. She would have-

At that point, Starlingtrail was inconsolable, the fear wracking her shoulders in sobs. What was she to tell their kittens? How would she have handled everything without Chrysalisgaze? She couldn't have.

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STARLINGTRAIL she/her, Skyclan caretaker 34 moons old.
A short-haired black and white molly with soft, blue eyes.
mentored by none // mentoring none
littermate to none
Larkvine x Greyduck / mother to Berrykit, Ducklingkit and TBNkit / mated to Chrysalisgaze
"SPEECH" // "THOUGHTS" // ATTACK
penned by Pheo ↛ phoenixwashere on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[SWALLOWBREEZE]

cw: mentions of injury throughout post

the cries for help, thick scent of blood, and the hopeless wails of a mate is enough to stir a dead medicine cat in their grave— swallowbreeze began to move before swarmswirl and flowercloud finished hobbling towards her den. sometimes, a medicine cat's work must be done in complete silence, and to her, that's the most horrifying part. there's no way to ask how and why one of their warriors is choking on her own blood. all she can do is push her loved ones aside.

while she chews the poultice, a wad of moss is pressed into the thick laceration blooming across her throat, still gently oozing with blood. it stains the makeshift sponge red almost too quickly, and the healer's paw trembles subtly at the sight.

swamswirl's anxieties about their healer's unfinished training are within reason. in fact, swallowbreeze would show her belly and agree, she wouldn't be a good medic if she wasn't honest about her skills. the deep wound that plagues starlingtrail's mate is the one thing she's confident in reliving. it might be the only thing, really.

once enough blood has been cleaned up, swallowbreeze fastens the wound with the poultice, cobwebs, her body stills as she watches the shallow breathing of chrysalisgaze's chest. by starclan's miracle, she didn't bleed out before coming back to camp, but the scout is practically half-alive as she lays in her den and stains the ground with crimson. similar to sagesong when she first earned her name, but the mottled warrior's reason was much more clear and bore witnesses. all they can do is wait for chrysalisgaze to stir, or hope swarmswirl caught a glimpse.

"you–you found her just in time." most cats don't survive a wound this severe, whoever did this to her had intent to kill. swallowbreeze's neck bristles, hoping nothing is lurking in the depths of their territory. "did you see who did this?"