The scarred Bat (Healing topic, Medicine cats needed)

Batpaw walked to the camp, panting because of his exhausted body covered in his own blood. He barely escaped from the fight and he was losing his strength in every step.
The charcoal cat approached the peculiar smell of the herbs and collapsed in front of the entrance of the medicine cat den, growling. "Fox dung..."He hated himself so much... he hated being so weak and not being able to defeat a single cat. His green eyes looked, with a blurry and red vision, for anyone that could help him before he passed out.

Cloudstone poked his head out of the den, curious as to who had sought him. Immediately seeing Batpaw, collapsed and bloody, the tom shook his black head and sighed. 'Warrior apprentices.' He grabbed the dark apprentice by the scruff and pulled him inside, setting him down on the closest nest. "Icepaw?" He called out to his young apprentice, focusing on trying to stop the worst of the bleeding and waking Batpaw up. In order to fix him up properly, the medicine cat needed to know what caused his injuries.

The eyes of the apprentice barely opened to see the dark fur of the medicine cat. The blood covering his eyes was lesser than before but his mind was still dizzy. He could felt that he was now in a nest softer than the ground of the outside and the smell of the herbs was stronger. He was sure that he was now in the medicine cat but that wasn't a relief for the ambitious apprentice. Batpaw growled, angrily. He couldn't feel more worthless than in that moment. "Cloudstone..." He said, coughing. "Are my wounds too bad?"

The tom sighed and stretched to reach around behind him, hooking a marigold leaf on his short claws. "You'll be fine." He chewed the leaves into a poultice and applied it to some of the wounds along the apprentice's side. At this range, he could detect the scent of another clan on the injuries. "You had a tussle with a ThunderClan cat, didn't you?" Cloudstone could only help but wonder how the ThunderClan cats themselves would be healed, as it was unclear if they had a medicine cat of their own. Sparkflower had disappeared and Honeypaw hadn't been seen at the past meeting. 'What do they think they're doing? Picking fights when they know they can't be healed?'

The apprentice growled in pain when he felt the herbs on his wounds but the pain soon faded. He narrowed his eyes as he got angry at the thought of that fight. "Yes but I didn't start it at all! Those squirrel-munchers were the ones that attack us first and I had to defend myself and our territory from them because Flowerpetal didn't do a thing to help me or Ashpaw. At least I leave one of them pretty hurted as well..." He said, glancing away from the brown eyes of the medicine cat that was healing his wounds.