Herb Shortage! (Closed)

Nightpaw shook his head clear, feeling all his wounds. But it felt nothing like the monster accident. He hissed at both toms and jumped off the fence, his now stronger legs still landing awkwardly, due to his wounds. He ran, possibly faster than Swiftnose, but stayed right at the smaller toms form, making sure he didn't collapse before he did.

Flannery chuckled at Nightpaw's hiss. "And don't come back!" she yowled after the two cats. She turned her head to Doyle, who seemed like he wanted to chase after them. "Not yet." she muttered. The tom seemed a bit deflated but relaxed, and they both began to lick their wounds clean.

Farther into the territory, Swiftnose stopped to catch his breath and assess his wounds. They weren't terribly deep, but they did sting. He sat down, panting, and looked at his apprentice with a sorrowful expression. "Are you alright? Can you travel farther?"

Nightpaw was panting also by the time they stopped, looking to his mentor, making sure he wasn't severly hurt. He looked to his own wounds, while his looked nearly the same as Swiftnose's his stung, but he could deal with them. He had dealt with worse. Looking back up to his mentor "Yeah, I can keep going."

"Good. We'll be taking a visit, then." He paused for a moment to lick bloodstreaks off of his white chest. "We should probably go see Shadeheart and Ravenpaw; Dewstar has nothing against WindClan and those two are very reasonable. Perhaps they would have compassion on us and give us herbs. Maybe we'll get some bindings for our own wounds."

Nightpaw nodded, licking some blood off of him as well, hoping not to look too straggly when they went to Windclan.

OOC: *dies of headache*