FeatherClan :New&Accepting: (PROPHECY!) :NEEDS WARRIORS:

[raining-pouring]

Thrushcloud

She scanned the situation, trying to find a way to solve this problem. However, something in the back of her mind told her there was nothing she, or any of her clan mates could do. She sighed and pinned her ears back, but kept her narrowed gazed fixed upon the Twolegs. They were very far from her, on the very border of the territory. Monsters growled and grunts of communication arose among the group as they moved towards a new tree, thick in diameter. Thrushcloud watched earnestly, curious but horrified as they dug their monsters into it's bark. "No, no! StarClan what are they doing! Can you not stop this?" She cried aloud, her voice cracked with horror.

Suddenly a cry for help reached her ears. Reactively the she-cat sprung down to the bottom of the tree, landing softly on her paws. Sprinting towards the sound, she found Icefoot and Tinderclaw. The white warrior was crawled up, writhing in pain on the forest floor. "Great StarClan, what happened?" She exclaimed, ears flat to her skull. She quickly ran to Tinderclaw's aid, helping boost the she-cat up. Anything she could do to help a clan mate, she would do.

[PurpuraPapilio]

Bluetail
Poppy seeds? What a good idea! Darkpelt gave her that warm smile and with a lick to her cheek, he rose to his paws. As he stood straighter, Bluetail could hear his joints popping from the position he had them in for hours while he slept. He meowed about the stuffy den and exited.

Bluetail got up too, arching her back and tail until she felt nearly every vertebrae click and her muscles along her spine rippled as the tension evaporated. She stretched out her legs too, before exiting the Warrior Den.

The light of dawn made it easier to see Darkpelt's injury than in the dark den, and good news was it looked liked there was a scab forming over the top of it. Which meant there was no infection, which was very very good.

"Hold up, I'll grab us a few poppy seeds from the den," she said and walked quickly over to the healer's den. The familiar scents of medicine and old sickness permeated the air, and she found the pile of poppy seeds on the opposite wall. Grabbing a leaf, she pushed a good number of poppy seeds inside it before gathering the edges and lifting it up in a little carry bag. Happy with that, she trotted out, her tail high in the air, the tip of it flicking left and right as she approached Darkpelt.

"Here," she shook the bag left and right a little so some poppy seeds fell out and onto the ground, "take these just now, and if things start t twinge again, you can take some more,"

She smiled, beaming her pearly whites at him from around the leaf bag she made. She glanced around the camp, looking at cats beginning their day.

"You want to go on a walk just to stretch a bit?" she asked, her blue eyes swinging round to meet his yellow ones, "I'd like to accompany you. And hopefully, nothing attacks us this time,"

She ended her statement with a joking lilt to her voice.

[| valhalla |]

Icefoot smiled weakly, wiping the tear from his cheek.

[snowfall!]

"Thrushcloud. We have to get her back. Please help me get her back." He pleaded, salty tears streaming from his eyes like a river.

[wolfpack12]

flamefur looked at the cut down tree and ran through the dust . " flamestreak! flamestreak!" , he cried out.

rabbitthorn couldn't see his sister either but then he saw her on the ground . " over here!" , he cried back. he ran and saw flamestreak was limp . please starclan let her be alright . he thought.

flamestreak didn't move the sun shone on her flame coloured fur

[| valhalla |]

Icefoot groaned slightly as a pain shot through her ribs.

[raining-pouring]

Thrushcloud

The small she-cat looked up at Tinderclaw and saw the immense pain and fear that flooded his eyes. She offered him a weak and reassuring smile before turning her attention back to Icefoot. "Come on, you'll be okay," She soothed, her voice soft and motherly. It was a side that rarely emerged in her, but she could tell the delicacy of the situation. Sliding under Icefoot's torso, Thrushcloud worked as hard as she could to keep the she-cat off the ground. Her legs trembled under the much-larger cat's strength. A grimace of pain twisted her feautres. "Almost... there...."

[pumpkin.]

Shadowheart closed her eyes as he did, feeling that nothing could get better then being there with him. She sighed quietly, letting herself relax.

?bye, will be back in 20-60 minutes)

[raining-pouring]

Darkpelt

The large brown tabby tom nodded as she padded off towards the den to get the seeds. While she fetched the herbs, Darkpelt looked around the camp. It was fairly still, all but the gentle hum of conversation among a few cats by the fresh-kill pile. He smiled slightly, a warm feeling filling up inside of him. Despite yesterday's events, the clan had been quite peaceful lately. Well, by FeatherClan standards.

Soon Bluetail was back, with loads of poppy seeds to share. He took a few up in his jaws as she instructed, chewing them to small digestible pieces. He licked his lips briefly as he listened to Bluetail's suggestion. "That sounds like an excellent idea." He purred as he slid his paws out from under him so he could stand. He laughed at her last sentence, even though there was a bit of uneasiness behind the gesture. "Come on, let's go. How do you fancy going to the waterfall for a bit? I find it quite relaxing there." He suggested with a grin.

[PurpuraPapilio]

Bluetail
The she-cat's eyes widened and she smiled as wide as she could around the poppy seed bag she held in her mouth.

"The waterfall? Oh that sound so wonderful," she sighed happily, "I could give myself a nice wash too while I'm at it. Sitting in the gentle lapping shallows feels amazing, have you tried it?"

The idea of Darkpelt seeing her go about her feminine routine actually make her visibly blush. He may not appreciate her bathing and rubbing her pelt across her favourite flowers.

"It's nice to see the Clan going back to normal," she glanced around camp, "it's comforting to see..."