A little burned bird (Closed)

Littlepaw followed Smokepetal to the medicine den, every so often stopping to let Whin rest. The brown short-haired tom looked way worse than littlepaw so she hoped that everything would be alright. Sure littlepaw lost half her flank fur and some skin got severly burn, probably going to leave a scar, But whin was way worse with a deeper burn and even some red, probably blood, dripping every so often. "Everything will be okay." she mewed trying to calm them both.

The silver molly stuck to Whinchatpaw's side, offering him a sturdy presence should he choose to lean on her rather than Littlepaw. She would have preferred that since Littlepaw had also been licked by the flames, but she didn't dare try to sepearate the two. The longer Silverwing stared at the burnt apprentice the worse her anxiety got. Nightstar had brought Starclan's wrath upon the gathering and injured her apprentice in the process. This was twice now that the "leader" had a paw in harming her apprentices, and if not for the worry she felt for Whinchatpaw the molly would have taken the rest of his lives at the gathering. If he had any left.

Silverwing's breath caught in her throat at Whinchatpaw's words. Tears came to her eyes as the mewed soothing words to the tom, cooing gently in an attempt to soothe him. "Smokepetal will make you feel better, and I'll be here with you two the entire time." Silverwing couldn't stop her voice from quivering as she spoke. She felt helpless, all she could do was offer words that she knew wouldn't comfort either of them. Grey eyes shot to Smokepetal, a silent plea held in them.

After guiding the injured towards one of the bigger nests where they both would fit comfortably, Smokepetal turned, paws carrying her towards their store of herbs. Her ear felt like it was full of water, now, and every so often a high pitched ringing would render her incapable of hearing anything else for several seconds. She was hurt, but she wasn't in pain. Not like those poor apprentices were. Not like her poor Wolfblossom. Worry pooled in her gut, and gray-green eyes blinked shut for a long second. Focus, you're no use to anyone if you're freaking out.

She steadied her breathing, leaning down to pick through the herbs in the store. She took a couple of thyme leaves, chewed them and swallowed before setting the excess to the side. Soon burdock root, dock leaves, and dandelion stems joined them, and she wrapped the bundle up, carrying it over to where the apprentices and Silverwing had settled. The older she-cat's eyes met hers, and Smokepetal softened in sympathy, flicking her tail to brush the warrior's shoulder. "They'll be okay," she promised. "Can you help me chew these?"

After separating the burdock and dock from the dandelion and thyme, Smokepetal gave them each two leaves of the latter. "Eat these, darlings... it will calm you down and ease the pain a little. Now, let me see..." the smoky she-cat had assessed the apprentices on the long walk home, and it was clear that Whinchatpaw's wounds were the more severe of the two. She looked over them more closely, now, tsking under her breath and trying to gently groom the healthy fur away from the wounds. "How's that coming?" she turned to ask Silverwing.

Littlepaw ate the leaves as she was told noticing the pain dial down. She looked over to whin who wasnt looking to good before wincing as the medicine cat groomed her fur. Her mother was helping and so littlepaw knew it would be quicker.

Silverwing let the brief words bring comfort to her. If Smokepetal said they would be fine then she would believe it. The spotted molly gave her apprentice one last comforting lick to the forehead before getting to work chewing on the herbs. Any other time she would have something to say regarding the strange taste they left in her mouth, but for now she held her tongue. Hesitantly, Silverwing broke from her apprentice's side to allow Smokepetal ample room to do her job.

"Hm, good?" The she-cat deposited the chewed-up herbs in front of the medicine cat, moving to face Littlepaw and Whinchatpaw. Silverwing's mouth opened, but no words would come out. Honestly she wasn't even sure what she could say right now, so she settled with a forced smile. Hopefully that would offer the two some sense of comfort.