Bone Breaker P2

Wolfpaw glared at the Thunderclan warrior as he left. While the tom seemed friendly enough by most's standards, she didn't trust cats outside of Shadowclan, especially when they were skulking around her camp. The pop sound of Blazeflight's bones snapping back into place made Wolfpaw's head whip around. Her fur stood on edge uncomfortably at the sound.

"Good job," She mumbled to the pair of medicine cats, shuttering slightly as she remembered the sound. Blood didn't bother her, but the crunching of bone was another story. The grey she-cat moved closer to Puddlepaw now that it appeared the majority of the work was done and pressed up against her sister comfortingly.

When she did as Honeydrop said, Blazeflight lied on the ground, a weak smile forming on her muzzle, mainly pointed towards Puttlepaw. She could tell he was nervous, probably as much as herself. Honeydrop applied the poultice again and began to count. Her chest burned and Blazeflight let out a sharp hiss, the same pain as when it happened. Her bones let out a sickening crack and she tried to steady her breath. When it all faded away, she was left lying on the ground, waiting for orders from Honeydrop.

Thrushstar watched silently as Blacktwig padded out of camp, eyeing the Thunderclan cat closely until he disappeared from view. He hoped that the tom would keep his word, but for now, that wasn't the biggest issue. With a small sigh, he turned his attention to Blazeflight, Honeydrop and Puddlepaw. There were already several cats trying their best to help, so the Shadowclan leader thought it best to stay out of the way. "Will she be... okay, Honeydrop?" He asked, leaning towards simply making sure that Blazeflight was going to be fine. There looked like a lot of damage and the sickening snaps and movements within the she-cat's body made him flinch. He was concerned for the warrior's well being, but he trusted Honeydrop to do her best.

Honeydrop nodded at Thrushstar, gently taking Blazeflight by the scruff and moving her towards the medicine den. "She should recover if all goes well," she responded to the ShadowClan leader. "It'll take several moons at least, but she should be hunting again in no time. Now that the bones have been set, she should heal well, as long as I have enough herbs, and Puddlepaw's help." ...Hopefully.

Puddlepaw nodded nervously, glancing down to fake a smile at Blazeflight. The warrior was so brave and kind to everyone. Then why would she be attacked? Surely something had to happen. But soon her train of thought fell away as the apprentice trailed after Honeydrop, sneaking one last glance back at Wolfpaw.