Post by ♥{ SiLVeR }♥ on Oct 21, 2008 21:10:16 GMT -5
Fallenflame peered down on the pile of stone and mud that lay in front of him. He searched the surface franticly. “Taintedrose? Taintedrose?!” He shouted. No answer. He flung himself on the pile and began to dig at it, sending debris flying in all directions.
“Fallenflame…?” a hoarse voice was heard behind him. The ginger tom turned around the eyed the surface.
“Taintedrose?” He asked. He peered down on the rubble.
“I can hardly breathe… please get me out of here.” The voice whispered, followed by a dry cough.
“I will, I will!” The warrior began to dig once again and a low moaning sound was heard below his paws.
“…I’m not going to make it…”
“No! You will, please don’t say that!” Fallenflame began to cry now, his paws in a digging frenzy.
“I’m going to die…”
“No, no! Please!” The ginger tom closed his blue eyes and sniffed the ground. The dusty smell was covering the smell of death. “Taintedrose?” He whispered. No answer.
“Taintedrose?! Can you hear me?” Again, no answer. “Oh, great StarClan…” Fallenflame whispered and began to dig once more. At last he uncovered his sister’s face; her eyes were closed.
“I need help! Please!” He yelled, his voice strained with desperation. Lioncry, Lillyfeather, and Cloudfrost rushed over, their eyes wide with shock.
“She was under there? I thought she was hunting with Mintpool!” Lioncry shouted, nudging the tabby-and-white warrior.
“Please, just help me!” Fallenflame whined, unable to find the shrill fear in his voice. The four warriors began to dig away at the hardening mud and stone until the warrior’s body was uncovered.
“Quick! Take her to my den!” Lillyfeather instructed, rushing to her den that was placed under two fallen trees. The three toms each took hold of Taintedrose’s body and carried her over to a bed of moss.
“Is she, she’s not…” Fallenflame muttered.
“No. Look, her chest is still moving, and her fur is still warm.” Cloudfrost explained, nosing the victim. “I don’t think she broke anything either. But, of course, I’m not a medicine cat.”
The three toms stared at the she-cat for what seemed like a lifetime, until Lillyfeather returned with a mouth full of herbs.
“Fallenflame. Chew these juniper berries and drizzle the juice in her mouth. Lioncry, place these cobwebs in her wounds. Cloudfrost, when Fallenflame’s done, chew this Coltsfoot and lick it around her mouth and nose.” The medicine cat briefly meowed. She began to nose at all of Taintedrose’s limbs, gingerly checking for broken bones or torn muscles.
“Her hind legs are strained.” She whispered. That's where the bulk of the mudslide must have fallen."
Cloudfrost applied the last of the Coltsfoot, then eyed Lillyfeather, waiting for instruction.
The medicine cat was sitting a tail-length away, preparing a Thyme, Poppy seed, and Daisy leaf mixture. She walked over and gently poured the solution down Taintedrose’s throat, massaging her throat so she could swallow. Gradually, the she-cat’s breathing regulated and grew more deep and relaxed. She had fallen sleep.
“Will she be okay?” Fallenflame asked. During this whole dilemma, he had had guilt boiling in his gut. All his life, he had mocked his sister, turned all her peers against her. He had never taken into consideration what he would do if she died. He wasn’t close to his mother, he barely knew his brother, and his father had just died in a battle the other moon (the battle was his fault, and another warrior’s by the name of Lizardtail). She was the only link he had to his kit-hood. Is she was gone… he couldn’t even think of it. I have to make it right between us… I’m willing to try if she is.
Lillyfeather looked up from where she was staring at her patient. Her blue eyes were solemn. “It’s in the paws of StarClan now.” She whispered, putting on a fake smile. Fallenflame growled, but it turned into a low whine. He didn’t feel like being a pain in the tail at the moment, not now. Not when his sister could be dyeing, and part of his Clan was still under the rubble.
“Fallenflame…?” a hoarse voice was heard behind him. The ginger tom turned around the eyed the surface.
“Taintedrose?” He asked. He peered down on the rubble.
“I can hardly breathe… please get me out of here.” The voice whispered, followed by a dry cough.
“I will, I will!” The warrior began to dig once again and a low moaning sound was heard below his paws.
“…I’m not going to make it…”
“No! You will, please don’t say that!” Fallenflame began to cry now, his paws in a digging frenzy.
“I’m going to die…”
“No, no! Please!” The ginger tom closed his blue eyes and sniffed the ground. The dusty smell was covering the smell of death. “Taintedrose?” He whispered. No answer.
“Taintedrose?! Can you hear me?” Again, no answer. “Oh, great StarClan…” Fallenflame whispered and began to dig once more. At last he uncovered his sister’s face; her eyes were closed.
“I need help! Please!” He yelled, his voice strained with desperation. Lioncry, Lillyfeather, and Cloudfrost rushed over, their eyes wide with shock.
“She was under there? I thought she was hunting with Mintpool!” Lioncry shouted, nudging the tabby-and-white warrior.
“Please, just help me!” Fallenflame whined, unable to find the shrill fear in his voice. The four warriors began to dig away at the hardening mud and stone until the warrior’s body was uncovered.
“Quick! Take her to my den!” Lillyfeather instructed, rushing to her den that was placed under two fallen trees. The three toms each took hold of Taintedrose’s body and carried her over to a bed of moss.
“Is she, she’s not…” Fallenflame muttered.
“No. Look, her chest is still moving, and her fur is still warm.” Cloudfrost explained, nosing the victim. “I don’t think she broke anything either. But, of course, I’m not a medicine cat.”
The three toms stared at the she-cat for what seemed like a lifetime, until Lillyfeather returned with a mouth full of herbs.
“Fallenflame. Chew these juniper berries and drizzle the juice in her mouth. Lioncry, place these cobwebs in her wounds. Cloudfrost, when Fallenflame’s done, chew this Coltsfoot and lick it around her mouth and nose.” The medicine cat briefly meowed. She began to nose at all of Taintedrose’s limbs, gingerly checking for broken bones or torn muscles.
“Her hind legs are strained.” She whispered. That's where the bulk of the mudslide must have fallen."
Cloudfrost applied the last of the Coltsfoot, then eyed Lillyfeather, waiting for instruction.
The medicine cat was sitting a tail-length away, preparing a Thyme, Poppy seed, and Daisy leaf mixture. She walked over and gently poured the solution down Taintedrose’s throat, massaging her throat so she could swallow. Gradually, the she-cat’s breathing regulated and grew more deep and relaxed. She had fallen sleep.
“Will she be okay?” Fallenflame asked. During this whole dilemma, he had had guilt boiling in his gut. All his life, he had mocked his sister, turned all her peers against her. He had never taken into consideration what he would do if she died. He wasn’t close to his mother, he barely knew his brother, and his father had just died in a battle the other moon (the battle was his fault, and another warrior’s by the name of Lizardtail). She was the only link he had to his kit-hood. Is she was gone… he couldn’t even think of it. I have to make it right between us… I’m willing to try if she is.
Lillyfeather looked up from where she was staring at her patient. Her blue eyes were solemn. “It’s in the paws of StarClan now.” She whispered, putting on a fake smile. Fallenflame growled, but it turned into a low whine. He didn’t feel like being a pain in the tail at the moment, not now. Not when his sister could be dyeing, and part of his Clan was still under the rubble.
