Owl Squabble

Sweetheart slowly walked back into RiverClan camp, supporting Darkpaw on her shoulder as she limped and lumbered next to her. That StarClan-forsaken owl really did a number on the apprentice, and she was lucky to have thought to use snow to stop the bleeding of Darkpaw's wounds when she did. It was as if StarClan themselves told her to use snow to substitute cobweb so the apprentice wouldn't bleed out on the way back to the heart of the territory.

Sweetheart herself received some nasty scratches from the owl's talons on her face, but Darkpaw's side was worse. At least the two were able to kill it. The owl still lay near the Beech Copse where she had left it, and she planned on hauling it back for the Clan to eat -- provided an even deadlier predator didn't make it to it first.

She gently lay her friend down in a small patch of moss she gathered up on her own, learning from Stormpaw's ailments that getting the wounded to relax and get comfortable as soon as possible was best. She couldn't lie to herself, but she was almost afraid of encountering Goldenpaw again. Cloudstone's apprentice may be sweet and kind, but she really had a tongue that could slice your ear off.

Oh, well. It was what was best for Darkpaw.

"Cloudstone? Goldenpaw? Darkpaw's hurt. We need help." Sweetheart called into the den, hoping to catch either medicine cats' attention.

Darkpaw felt pain more and more the closer they got but decided not to show sweetheart. She was glad when they finally got to camp and the med den. She layed down making sure her side was facing up then started to lick her fur trying to get as much dirt,snow, and blood off it. She looked up and sweetheart and smiled. "thank you." she said in a weak voice.

Goldenpaw gave a loud, exasperated sigh but otherwise did not complain as she made her way over to Darkpaw, ignoring Sweetheart seeing as she was the lesser of the two injury-wise. Giving her paws a lick she parted the fur, pushing the apprentice to face away while she cleaned the wound more methodically. "Good idea, the snow. Get me some more of that Sweetheart." Goldenpaw ordered, giving a moment to watch the blood ooze. Good, that meant that nothing major was hit. Goldenpaw ran for her herb storage, mentally cursing Cloudstone's near constant absence as she pulled out a whole Goldenrod, some willow bark, and cobwebs. Placing the material onto a large leaf she grabbed the bundle and padded over, dunking her paws into a puddle and washing them.

Once next to Darkpaw she grasped some moss from by Darkpaws head, giving it a shake and pressing them into the wound roughly. Putting pressure to stop the bleeding, once Sweetheart would return with hopefully a lot of snow she meowed, "Put it on the wound, and lots of it. I want you to keep getting snow and dumping it all on this cut until the bleeding stops or until I tell you. Got it?" She meowed roughly, her brows furrowing as she concentrated.

"Darkpaw, calm yourself, panicking will just make the cut bleed more." She hissed, feeling the blood ooze through the moss and quickly changing it. Her fur prickling with her annoyance.

Sweetheart went to work immediately. There would be time to properly thank her later when Darkpaw wasn't bleeding all over the medicine den floor. She scooped up as much snow as her paws could carry, but when it turned out it was only a few specks she began thinking of a better idea. Finally, she decided to tightly pack some snow into a ball and roll it around in the snow until it grew a bit bigger.

She rolled the snowball into the den and caught Goldenpaw's next instructions. Nodding, she scooped up a pawful of snow from the ball and pressed it into Darkpaw's wound, watching as it slowly melted from the warmth of her blood.

It took up the entire snowball and half a second one to finally slow the bleeding to a stop, but she didn't stop packing snow on the wound, waiting until it was okay to stop.

Darkpaw nodded at what the med cat said and kept calm. She got worried when sweetheart left but knew she went to get something to help. She wished that the owl didn't go after her while she was training but no one can stop that from happening. She winced when she felt something cold on her but didn't show any pain. She smiled up at the two cats.