dulled silver [c]

Silverpaw awoke, her head pounding and a dull ache snaking up their thigh. “Ugh…” she groaned groggily peeling her eyes open. The event of… When? How many days had it been?! panic seized the young apprentice, and they scrambled to their paws. Swaying, as they hurried to the shore bank. Though, Silverpaw didn’t get far, the wound on her flank seared with pain, and a whimper escaped her maw as she paused briefly. Okay, not that fast.

Picking themselves together she padded a little further trying to find the cat she sought. Her bleary green gaze scanned the group of cats searching for the familiar tawny pelt of ThunderClan’s senior medicine cat. Their heart seized in bitter anguish as she saw the healthier cats doing their duties, and being of use. Her insides clenched, How pathetic I am… Dying in some den, unable to even walk several tail lengths, let alone defend myself without collapsing in my own vomit. Venom laced Silverpaw’s thoughts and a flame ignited in her to eventually pay Brightpaw back one way or another.

Her eyes eventually found Fawnshine, and relief flooded her, replacing her ill thoughts. “Fawnshine,” she croaked”I need treatment, but not…” Silverpaw’s eyes looked out over their clanmates, and she sighed deeply shaking her head. ”I am weak. I do not wish to embarrass my self further… and…” Silverpaw moved showing Fawnshine her wound from Brightpaw. ”This. I don’t need questions from them. I need privacy, please.” Silverpaw didn’t want to worry any cat more than they were, and if there was anyone she could trust for the time being it was a medicine cat.

1 - Coneflower You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are successful at temporarily alleviating the symptoms.

1 - Sorrel You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are unsuccessful with your chosen medicine.

1 - Burnet You try your proposed treatment on your patient, and find that you are unsuccessful with your chosen medicine.

Silverpaw trotted after Fawnshine, her breath coming in heavy pants. Alone Silverpaw sat down facing Fawnshine, burying her nausea and anxiety if just for the moment.”Yes.” she meowed coldly, a hint of anger dancing in her eyes. “But i do not a want to cause trouble…” their eyes dropped from the medicine cats, shame prickling at her silver pelt. As she spoke, Fawnshine placed an assortment of herbs in front of them. Inquisitively, Silverpaw sniffed at the bundle of herbs. Their nose tickled, and Silverpaw sneezed violently. Luckily, she managed to avoid sending the herbs flying. With a weak grin, she swallowed the herbs, waiting for some miracle effect. nothing.

Silverpaw sighed, shaking her head. There would be trouble no matter what route she took, besides the sooner she told the sooner Brightpaw would be punished - preferably by herself, but she wasn’t fussy. She straightened themself up, sitting taller. A sense of focus swept over the silver molly. ”Not just any apprentice. Brightpaw of ThunderClan, one of our own.” growled Silverpaw tail lashing. The wound on her flank stretched for the movement and she flinched. “I have been keeping a vigilante watch from where i am confined to, and I noticed him meeting up frequently with Berrypaw of SkyClan. I confronted him-“ she snorted, which turned into a fit of coughs, though far less painful than previous. ”- and he gave me that wound. I suppose that wound is how i know my suspicions were correct- that he and Berrypaw are more than friends.” explained Silverpaw her emotions rising, and that splitting headache making its appearance again.

Silverpaw dropped their head down, whimpering in pain. “But, Fawnshine, I don’t think i -we- can tell Mottlestar she is so sick, and far more injured than me. There is so much for her to worry about must we burden her with this? Surely it can wait a little bit?” she asked tentatively, hoping her trust in Fawnshine was well placed. She didn’t add that selfishly she wanted to tell Quailprowler before Mottlestar. She wanted her mentor to at least hear it from their own maw first.

A delayed warrior ceremony? Silverpaw could have burst out laughing, a moon was a long time they could well be a warrior by then and wouldn’t it be nice to be become a warrior before him and then rub it in Brightpaw’s face. Silverpaw would enjoy that greatly, a good start for sure in settling the fire Brightpaw had stoked within her. Anger and resentment were great motivators for the apprentice it seemed.

Silverpaw was even more pleased that Fawnshine was inclined to agree with her about Mottlestar. Things were certainly heading in their direction now, hopefully her own recovery would follow suit. ”I would never hide it from Mottlestar. Our clan’s safety comes first.” she replied surely. Their long ears flicked at the mention of her mentor, something like pride ghosting her face. “No, not yet.” meowed Silverpaw, nose crinkling as they suppressed another sneeze “I will tell Quailprowler, perhaps later today while my cough is doing better. And then maybe after what she has to say I will tell Mottlestar and Acornstem.”

Another sharp twang from Silverpaw’s leg as she adjusted to a more comfortable position reminded her of why she was originally here too - Her wound from Brigtpaw. It did feel much better, far better than it had just moments ago.“Thank you, Fawnshine” they purred gratefully ”I will try not to undo your hard work too quickly.”