An Era of Fire (Warrior cats RP) (Not Accepting)

[<Terminal March>]

Maplestar heard a distressed yowl from the camp below, she looked at Riftsight briefly. "I'm sorry, I'll be right back." She said, leaping down to see Mossfoot standing by an unconscious Rosefall. "What happened here?"

[S u b d u e]

MossFoot looks at the new leader. "A-she just fainted! I don't know! She looked dissy...."

[<Terminal March>]

Maplestar looked at Rosefall closely, sniffing her. "She's sick." She said softly. "I don't know what it is though."

Rosefall winced and curled up, shivering violently.

[S u b d u e]

MossFoot looked at RoseFall and looks at him. "Can she get help?!" His voice stammering.

((NUUUU DONT LET HER DIEEEEEES))

[<Terminal March>]

Maplestar looked back at her den, her gaze falling on Riftsight, the other medicine cat. "I hope so..."

Rosefall coughed loudly, a small amount of blood coming out of her mouth, she folded her ears back and whimpered in pain.

[anathema]

Riftsight

"What in StarClan . . ." He followed after Maplestar, skittering to a halt near Rosefall. "There's blood coming from her mouth, and she's shaking violently. Are you dizzy?" He asked her.

Fallenpaw

She sat in the camp, evidently bored. She flicked and ear, glancing toward the camp entrance.


could someone make a cat for forbidden warrior / apprentice romance? cx ]

[<Terminal March>]

(I've got Thornclaw, if that's ok)

Rosefall could hardly speak, she wheezed loudly and nodded, before losing consciousness again

[anathema]

alright. fallenpaw's in camp right now. ]

Riftsight

He frowned, inspecting her. "It must be something inside of her body," he noted. "There's no cuts or bruises on the outside. Was anyone with her right before this took place?"

Fallenpaw

She sighed, traipsing over toward the fresh kill pile. Grabbing a sparrow, she tore a piece of the wing from it, nibbling it slightly.

[<Terminal March>]

"Other than the wounded cats she was treating, no." Maplestar said.

Thornclaw stepped out of the medicine cat den, cobwebs sitting on his wounds. He yawned and walked over to the fresh-kill pile, taking a mouse from the bottom. He spotted an apprentice who was only a few moons younger than he was, he blinked. "Hello." He said softly.

[anathema]

Riftsight

He nodded, tracing a forepaw over the she-cat's fur again to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Blinking his blind yellow eyes, he then said, "Let's take her to my den to be inspected furthermore. There's nothing I can do with this sort of thing . . ."

Fallenpaw

She glanced up toward the slightly older tomcat. "Oh, hello," she mewed calmly. "Did you fight last night?"