SunClan was humming with unease. He coudlnt' quite put his finger on it, but it drug him out of the Initiates den, and he looked around at the mostly vacant camp with sleep still in his eyes. Must be his imaination, or so he though, just when saw Mountainsound rushed past him. Bloodyrondo cursed and stumbled backwards, dazed and a little annoyed to be shoved aside so haphazardly, and was about to call the she-cat out for the disrepeacy when he identified the coppery scent of blood in the air. Just what in the world was happening? He followed the form of the dark-furred she-cat straight to the nursery. Oh, that's right. Aconite must be kitting. But it that was the case... that was a lot of blood.

No, not my problem. I'm not Priest Promised. He turned his head away and in that moment caught a glimpse of Satinpaw's white fur. For the first time in what felt like moons - but had actually only been a few days - she was totally unguarded. Standing right there, just for him, a stunning angel. But her face was... haunted. And blood was steadily dripping on the ground behind her as she stumbled away from the nursery. Her usually beautiful blue eyes were clouded, vacant.

"Satinpaw!" Bloodyrondo was at her side in moments and allowed her to lean against him for supposed. That was a lot of blood. He glanced back at the nursery and heard some hissing, some yowling, "What on earth is happening!? Are you okay?"

"Aconite is?" That explained some of the turmoil, but not all of the blood dripping from Satinpaw. Bloodyrondo lowered his head down toward her underbelly and gasped when he saw the beginnings of some truly fearsome scratches. He glanced back at the nursery and could see Kissy pinning Lionpride to the ground and pieced two and two together. Lionpride was seeing red. Bloodyrondo understood why, he was beginning to as well. The fact that Satinpaw was wounded forced Bloodyronod's claws out of his sheaths and it took a true feat of strength for him to not run into the nursery and switch places with Kissy. He had bigger concerns, though, and he gave Satinpaw a few gentle licks to the top of her head, forcing himself to simmer down.

"Let's get you up to my den and leave the mess to Mountainsound and Moonlitnocturne," He said as gently as he could have given the circumstances and began leading her up the ascending path. It had been a slip up to call it his den but in his heart he knew it would be his again soon.

"Don't worry about him right now, it'll be okay. I'm sure Littlestar has the situation under control," Bloodyrdono mewed as made it to the main chamber of the High Priestess's den. It had been several days since he had been up here and surprisingly his paws began to itch with unease. Last time he was in this den he had been demoted and had his fight with Moonlitnocturne. The scratches in his own stomach were just beginning to heal and the climb up left his underbelly aching. He motioned for Satinpaw to take a seat in one of the sick beds and began rummaging through the herb stores. He returned to her side a few moments later with a small bundle in his jaws that he placed next to the bed before climbing into it himself. He wrapped his fluffy tail around Satinpaw's torso almost like a blanket and put his forehead against hers for just a moment before pulling away and getting to work.

"Eat these, it'll help with the pain," He said, gently lifting some tiny black seeds up to his future mate's mouth. He took a couple himself as well, but not enough to make him sleepy, maybe half of what he gave to Satinpaw, "I'll have you roll over on your back when you are ready, I've got to stop the bleeding..."

That was alarming. Littlestar could be a real terror of a cat; Bloodyrondo had a hard time believing that she would let her guard down and get wounded during a kitting. Well, her weakness was her children, so maybe it wasn't so hard to believe after all. He dismissed the thought and got to work, "She's got the Sun God in her pocket, she'll be fine... now let me know if the pain is too great and I can get you something to bite on..."

The scratches were severe. It was hard to judge if they were worse than the similar ones he had on his own stomach but it was kind of a waste of time to compare. He quickly cobwebs into the wounds to stop the bleeding immediately before carefully cleaning the worst of the blood off her fur. Since her pelt was white, the blood truly looked like deadly poppy petals, all the way down to the murky clots at the source. Bloodyrondo then mixed together some herbs and carefully began to apply the healing salve to the scratches, switching out the already soiled cobwebs as he went, "How are you feeling?"

Bloodyrondo felt Satinpaw's stomach tense at his touch and frowned. The belly truly was an agonizing place to be wounded, he would know, but she was hardly complaining about that. No, the chaos in her heard was what was really paining her. He still didn't know the details of what happened in the nursery but he had a good idea. Aconite had died due to a complication, Lionpride had gone crazy and somehow beat Littlestar, then attacked Satinpaw. Now wasn't the time to talk about that, as much as his inner gossip wanted to, no, he wanted to get the fluffy she-cat at his side asleep. The best healing happened when resting. He forced himself to purr as he finished applying the last of the cobwebs then curled up around Satinpaw. She fit perfectly against his soft tummy fur like she was the missing piece to the puzzle. He felt the rise and fall of her breathing against his tender stomach and it gave him goosebumps. They never really had a moment of closeness like this before, they'd been robbed of it but, now, in this moment, nothing else really seemed to matter.

"Satinpaw," He purred, gingerly licking the back of her neck, right where a mother would scruff her kit. Pressure against that spot could calm down even the fiercest of hearts and that was his intention, "None of this was your fault. Please don't blame yourself or Lionpride for what happened. If I was in his shoes, I... I don't know what I would do, but I can't imagine that it would be all that different," Bloodyrondo paused to groom her, then continued, "... You're beautiful, you know that? And so strong. Any other cat would have run away, but you stayed to fight, it's truly admirable. I love that about you. Sometimes I swear your fire blazes brighter than the sun."

It had taken a while for Littlestar to get everything in the nursery under control after awakening. Her head was throbbing, her voice raspy and each word that she ordered causing her a lot of pain from the deep wound in her neck. Mountainsound had managed to stop most of the bleeding but it still needed some attention. For now she had order Lionpride to be taken to the prison and watched carefully. He was clearly a danger to himself, and everyone around him. One of the queens had agreed to nurse the two surviving kits for now, but the rest of it could wait until morning. She was drained, exhausted and had narrowly missed loosing one of her lives. She slowly made her way to her den, paws nearly dragging as she used the last of her energy. As she entered she could hear the soft whispers of IdiotBrother in his former den it was a sound so used to that she almost forgot that he wasn't supposed to be there until she heard Satinpaw's voice. Her fur bristled slightly, debating on screaming at the two of them or just barging in, but listening for a moment her fur slowly began to fall flat. As much as she had been through today, she knew Satinpaw would need him tonight... Slowly moving to her herb storage and pulling out the herbs that she needed she glanced one last time towards the other chamber before retiring to her own, deciding to let them have some time together... even though she knew just how much damage "just one night" could cause.