Fire Alone Will Not Save Our Clan [c]

ooc: Comfrey or Fawn can deliver the news about Mottlestars punishment. Fire isn't allowed to have her warrior ceremony until she is fully healed, though she will be allowed to have her Moonstone during recovery. 


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Firepaw's greens eyes slowly blinked open, the gentle light peeking through ferns making her head spin. The medicine den...? "Fawnshine...?" She called out. Her voice came out slurred, the right side of her mouth barely moving, causing panic to set in almost immediately. The russet apprentice tried to stand, but her paws gave out from underneath her, causing her to hit the burned right side of her face against the ground. She yowled.

At first she felt anger as the memories of the day before began to slowly creep back. How could StarClan interfere and hurt her when it was that stupid WindClanner who started it?! But slowly, embarrassment swept in, followed by sadness. She had most likely let her clan down by her reckless behaviour. She hated to know what punishments she would receive from Mottlestar after this one.

He'd never finished his apprentice duties so fast, but today he had a good reason to speed through them, and saying his farewells to the elders he sprinted across the camp towards the medicine cat den. Skidding to a halt, he grabbed a squirrel off of the freshkill pile and continued onwards. The dogs had made a mess of the camp, but he'd been able to help salvage what was left of the freshkill pile as well as add new prey to it, and figured Firepaw might want something fresh after being cooped up in the medicine cat den.

Slowing his speed, Curlypaw tried to calm himself a little. He knew that Firepaw wouldn't want to see him all worked up, she'd want him to stay collected and composed. Even so though, he couldn't help but feel guilty that he hadn't visited her. So much had happened recently... but that wasn't an excuse not to check in on his friend. Letting out a sigh, he gave his lavender grey pelt a shake and did his best to push away any negative thoughts. She was fine and she was alive, that was all that mattered right now.

Making his way through the crack in the rock, it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit space. He could hear familiar voices and after a few moments he realized just who he was staring at right in front of him; the now StarClan-struck Firepaw. Dropping the squirrel, he stood in front of the she-cat who looked a bit more defeated that usual.

The longer he looked at her, the more his heart began to hurt for her, and apparently the severity of her injury hadn't quite registered in his mind. As he stared at her scarred face, tears began to form in his eyes. Great StarClan that must've hurt so bad, did she know what she looked like? Had anyone told her? Hopefully Fawnshine was giving her some herbs for the pain... would it heal with time?

Well, so much for staying composed.

Questions raced through the young tom's head and he plopped his rump down on the den floor. Luckily Rosepaw was here to hopefully help lighten the mood, but still... he didn't want to just be a lump on the log. Besides, he knew Firepaw wouldn't want to see him being all emotional again. "A-are you doing a-alright?" he choked out, the lump in his throat making his words sound shaky.

Firepaw's scarred mouth gaped at Fawnshine's words. No... No! Of all the punishment's she could have received, this was almost world ending. ThunderClan needed her to be a warrior! She couldn't help them fully otherwise- though she should have thought about that before fighting with Jaypaw. She slumped her shoulders, unable to even fight Fawnshine and Mottlestar's decision. Though, even if she did try, neither would budge now that it's been set in stone. "I'm sorry, Fawnshine. This time. she really was sorry. "...How bad is it?"

Just as Firepaw was about to flop back down and see if she could just nap the sentence away, Rosepaw came barreling in, a barrage of words spilling out of her mouth. At first it cheered her up that Rosepaw thought what happened was cool, but as she went on, the russet she-cat couldn't help but be filled with guilt. "Dogs attacked ThunderClan...?" And she wasn't even awake to help her clanmates. She would strike herself with lightning again just for dishonor of not being there. "Yea... We can fight a dog together some day." Her words held sadness even as she smiled at her sister. At least someone was in good spirits within this darned den.

Looking up, she caught the beginning of Curlypaw's tears. Had she not been in low spirits as it is, she would have bullied him about it. Crybaby. I should be the one crying... She sighed, managing to find effort to roll her eyes. "Healthy and happy, Curlypaw. Dry your eyes. I can feel the moisture building in this den as we speak." She was sure she was disfigured underneath the cobwebs plastered on her face.