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If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 10, 2020 21:11:12 GMT -5
Littlecrow
SunClan Prisoner
The Peace Keeper
Littlecrow lied crumpled and broken on the cold stone floor of the prison she had been thrown into. The wound on her forehead had stopped bleeding, but had dried and crusted onto her long fur.The once brilliant and brightly colored paints that delicately coated her stunning coat smudged and smeared together forming dull browns and blacks. Her ribs were broken on both sides making every way she laid uncomfortable and left her gasping for air as the put pressure on her lungs.
Her front leg had been broken by the rough treatment by Mountain. She had no medical supplies, nor anything to splint it with. But looking at her leg, she knew what she needed to do.... If she left her leg how it was now and it healed like that, she would always have a permanent limp, if she was even able to use it. She swallowed hard... Bloodyrondo had come and gone, only coming to gloat over his victory and her defeat.
Taking her good paw she felt the injured leg wincing as she did so, feeling where the bone had snapped. At least it seemed like a clean break. She took in a deep breath, shoving her good paw down. A loud pop filled the air, followed by a piercing scream
Post by Honeystorm on Aug 11, 2020 11:12:01 GMT -5
Mountainsound hadn't been about to take no for an answer in healing Littlestar. Luckily, Bloodyrondo hadn't barred he prisoner from it, considering the blind cat was perhaps the only one actually capable to healing him. Even better, Janus Sorrowfularia had been assigned as her guard. Now, the she-cat didn't trust the feline in the slightest, but based on what she'd heard, and the fact she highly doubted they would betray Silverfringe by allowing extra hurt to come to the rightful Priestess.
All in all, this was pretty much as good as she could have asked for. The pair were just carrying herbs, as many as the old she-cat had suggested including the few extras she'd asked to be snuck in. Even if the new 'Priest' didn't care for Littlestar, at least someone was looking out for her, and that was as much as she could ask for.
It was not long after they'd started for her cell that the scream echoed, and instinctively, they picked up the pace to a trot, the Janus brushing Mountainsound's side to guide her along and soon they stepped into the den, and the tabby set down the herbs, stepping over to Littlestar quickly. "How are you faring, considering the situation?" Her voice was soft and soothing, and though she couldn't see the Priestess' wounds, she could tell it was bad, she'd known that before, and any progress that had been made had been ruined and made worse. "Sorrowfularia and I are here to treat your wounds."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 11, 2020 11:43:45 GMT -5
Littlecrow squeezed her eyes together tightly, her body tensing as the intense pain began to fade to throbbing. The tang of blood filled her mouth, but at least the worst was over now if she could just manage to keep the leg still. She focused in on her breathing trying to just get through the pain, and push it from the forefront of her mind. In..out...in...out... but her concentration broke, the flurry of footsteps breaking her focus. Even the soft sounds feeling like claws being driven into her head “mm late as usual, I could have used some of those herbs you are carrying a few seconds ago” she muttered through clenched teeth, even as relief washed over her. If there was one cat that she trusted in situations like this, it was Mountainsound. She has saved her life on more than one occasion, perhaps it was time to start keeping a tally. “I’ll live”she took in a ragged breath, unable to fill her lung completely with air “skipstep...my kits?”
