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The sound of Zephyrglade wheezing could be heard as Fuzzyheart entered the medicine cat den, the warrior on his back. He none too gently dropped Zephyrglade onto the ground and attempted to leave, but Zephyrglade grabbed the toms paw, "Fuzzyheart, Fuzzyheart," He rasped.
"WHAT?" Fuzzyheart snorted.
"T-Tell granny... Tell her I want mouse meat for dinner," Zephyrglade said weakly before coughing.
"Good luck," He said simply to the two medicine cats before walking out.
There were a few noticeable things about Zephyrglade, for one he was soaking wet. Two, he had a few bumps and scrapes, but nothing else was really noticeable. And three his eyes were a bit pinkish and the scent of the sea was all over him, "I was in a horrible crash," He breathed uneasily despite having no real signs of any injury. Plus he was a WaterClan cat, it wasn't like he had nearly drowned.
Brakewings was hunched over in the back of the den sorting through burdock leaves. He'd been delighted to see they were in strong supply... until he got closer and saw many of the leaves were very old. Burdock didn't always grow well in their territory and as he sifted through the piles he found there was very little of their store that wasn't dried up and useless. They'd have to find a way to get some more. The ginger tom glanced up as the pair entered and gratefully set aside his work as he went to bring them in.
"Flyingcolors will be here with you in a moment," he told the tom automatically, "but I'll check you in first. What kind of 'crash' were you involved in? Which injury hurts the most?" As he spoke he was quickly looking over the tom and sizing him up. Drowning would explain his raspy breathing; though he thought a WaterClan cat would be a good swimmer, maybe something had gotten in the way and he couldn't swim properly. His bumps didn't look life-threatening, so his irritated eyes and breathing were Brakewings' priority.
"HEEEEEEEU," Zephyrglade gasped, leaning his entire body up into a crunch before dramatically releasing his weight onto the ground. Suddenly with new found strength he gripped onto Brakewing's paw, "The-The-The-The-The-The-The stone. It was the stone. IT WAS THE STONE," He cried before collapsing.
"Oh hey he forgot this weird seashell thing," Fuzzyheart said, coming back in again to roll a seashell into the medicine cat den when he watched Zephyrglade cry it was the stone one last time before collapsing, "Oh God, what the heck is this? What kind of anti pain agent do you have him on for him to act like this?"
"The stone," he repeated, arching his brow slightly despite himself. "Did the stone fall on you?" he glanced up as Fuzzyheart brought it in and decided this didn't clear things up any. "I don't know if he's on anything," he meowed uncertainly, glancing back over his shoulder. His mentor would know, but he hadn't seen Zephyrglade recently, so he wasn't sure. "Did he hurt his paw on the shell?" It looked too small to crush him, but perhaps he had stepped on it.
(Someday we're going to have a normal rp together and we'll both agree it was boring and go back to rps like this LOL)
"THHHHHHHHH" Zephyrglade sucked in a big gulp of air before slowly moving his paw up to point at the seashells, "I can hear it, I can hear her VOICE," He practically screeched if only he had the energy to make his voice clearer. His head slumped down again.
"Sooo, does DayClan have an option where loved ones can agree to kill a family member if their in too much pain or was that just in the league?" Fuzzyheart asked.
"NoOoooOooo, the sheEeeAall," Zephyrglade whispered.
(tbh i didn't you did normal rps, i assumed rock collections and trips to mcdonalds was as normal as faith rp got)
Brakewings' lips trembled as he fought off a smile. This was a serious injury and he had to be professional, not laughing at Fuzzyheart's side remarks. "Okay, Zehyrglade, take a new deep breaths. In.... let it out slowly... and breath in again.... out.... good. Does it hurt when you breath in or out?" His ears were pricked as he watched the warrior carefully for signs there was a problem with his throat or chest. He couldn't tell if the tom was out of breath, dramatic, or struggling to breathe.
He cast a sideways glance at the bengal tom and asked softly, "who is 'she?' Was there someone else with you?"
(Yeah, I'll admit, on here, not so much. But on other rp websites I definitely got a more serious vibe, but even then on that type of website they say I rp with this goofy way about it lol)
Zephyrglade, "HEU HEU HEU HYHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"
He struggled with a few breaths before continuing to suck in a breath even after Brakewings told him to release his breath.
"Uh, there wasn't anyone else that I could see, then again he believes in this thing call a mermaid, claims it's a cat with a fish for a tail," Fuzzyheart explained.
"HHHHHHHHHHHHH" Zephyrglade said, releasing his breath, "NoOOoooOooo, SHEAAAL. SHEAAL," He tried to say again pointing to the sea shell behind them.
Yellowmoon entered the medicine cat den causing Fuzzyheart to shiver slightly as Yellowmoon walked past him, not that he could see her.
"I don't usually say this a lot, but I think you just need to slap him as hard as you can manage, Brakewing," Yellowmoon said sweetly as if disappointed that he'd have to do this, but what could you do?
The ginger tom was growing frustrated. His mentor wasn't here to help him, but he had no idea where to even start. Was Zephyrglade lucid? Could he breathe? Was he faking it, or genuinely confused? He didn't want to treat an ailment that didn't exist, but surely no cat would waste their time like this? His head jerked up as he heard a familiar voice and he smiled widely in relief.
Yellowmoon!
He had rarely been so glad to see her. There was no cat he'd rather take guidance from, she knew even more than Flyingcolors sometimes. He gave her a quick half-nod, then turned to face his patient. "Hold still, this might sting a little," he started, then his paw flashed out and caught the warrior across the cheek.
(Sorry y'all, I'm finally back after overcoming some hardships and school. I have no idea what's going on but I'll jump in anyways x'D)
The blue merle she-cat flicked her ear as sounds traveled from her den. She had been out for just a short while but apparently there was some commotion happening in the short time she was gone. "Brakewings, what's going on in here?" She asked as she stuck her head into the den, looking around and blinking in surprise at the obviously injured Zephyrglade and Fuzzyheart, Brakewings and Yellowmoon standing nearby. What was going on? She wasn't entirely sure but he didn't look to be great.
(I don't know what's going on either, I can't do a sane rp when Cleaver's around. It's just a fact xD)
"The SHEEEEAAAAALLLALALAL-" Zephyrglade almost hissed out before being slapped by Brakewings and apparently knocking out at the small hit.
"Mind your own business, Flyingcolors! Oh sorry, forget you can see me and all that. Yeah apparently Zephyr has a concussion, went out on a ship, sailed into a rock. Won't stop talking nonsense," The StarClan she-cat shrugged.
Fuzzyheart, being unable to see or hear Yellowmoon himself began to explain what happened, "I got no idea. He was using one of his rafts or whatever the heck that is and hit a rock. I just brought him back, but not telling you how to do your job. I think we need to put him out of his misery. I saw a decent sized rock walking in. I think that would just be the most humane thing to do for the little guy," Fuzzyehart explained.
