Flames and Waves|| Jump in Clan, Rogue and Loner RP.

Cloverpaw listened as they talked, doubting he would have anything useful to contribute to the conversation. He made sure to keep close to the older cats and the thought of them running into a fox sent fear streaking through him. Foxes were scary under normal circumstances, but, how they were now, foxes seemed especially terrifying.
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Duskstep leapt forward, wincing as pressure made nettles pierce his hind paw, but his outstretched paws latched hold of its left wing, as it had prepared for flight upon noticing him, and fought to keep it from flying away. Its wings thrashed against him and he bent down and cracked its spine with a strong bite. When the bird finally fell limp, he picked it up and made his way back to the two young apprentices. He was glad to find them in the same place and without any further injuries. He set down the bird and nodded to them. He was getting a bit tired himself, but, if the tom pushed himself, he could probably keep going a bit past nightfall.

"Yes." Rocketfire padded towards the treeline. "We'll have better chance of shelter in here."

Aspenstar nodded her agreement.

Ravenpelt nodded before glancing back at Cloverpaw. "Come on!"

((Avalon))

(totally fine! Icefang your reply is here too))

"I'm fine, Darkclaw." Sleetwing's keen ears picked up the mewl of what sounded like kits. "Did you hear that?" she asked. She padded towards the noise, glancing back to make sure the tom was following her. She could scent... was that Oakfrost's scent?

"I guess," Mudpaw, unconvinced. Then his back arched in agony as he felt a horrific pain in his neck. He lifted a paw to his neck fur, drawing it away to reveal it thick with blood. Adrenaline must have been blocking the pain from the deadly wound. His eyes lolled back in his head as the world grew darker around him.

"We will." Tawnyfur mewed determinedly. "We'll pull through. I just know it."

Pearpaw nearly bumped into Oakfrost as the warrior suddenly stopped. His dark green eyes glanced around before looking hopefully to Pearpaw. The apprentice looked puzzled but didn’t question him as the warrior suddenly began to speed up despite his weariness.

“Slow down... Please...” Hazelclaw said softly as she struggled to keep up. She had strained her back leg. Oakfrost nodded apologetically and then began continued on. “Sleetwing? Darkclaw?” He called out as the scents of the two cats became stronger as they drew closer.

Duskstep was so shocked he couldn't reply. It took a few moments to gather himself before thinking about what they should do. "Cobwebs can stop bleeding and we should use wet moss to clean the wound and fur, but we can't use salt water because that might irritate the wound and cause infection." He murmured. Most cats knew that cobwebs stopped bleeding and catnip was for greencough while poppyseed were for pain; it was basic knowledge and he didn't know much past that. He did remember the medicine cat asking him to collect marigold with them and he racked his brain to try remember what he was told. They were golden flowers that could resemble both dandelions and were sometimes balled up. He couldn't remember what if was used for, but he remembered it being applied to his scratches and wounds as an apprentice when he was always getting scratched by plants. "So, we'll have to use marigold and cobwebs then, that should work for now. Icepaw, can you get cobwebs?" He asked. This would hopefully work until they could find a more experienced cat to help. He looked around for anything golden or a bright orange, hoping to find the flower soon.

Mudpaw drifted in and out of consciousness. His eyes tried to focus on Icepaw, but the colour of his sister's fur and the colours of the forest blurred together. Blood began to pool around him, slowly and steadily. Mudpaw didn't recall being burned there... Maybe he cut it on the rocks along the lakeshore when he was swimming to safety. 

Oakfrost felt a wave of relief as he heard the other two warriors and finally spotted their figures hurrying towards them. Hazelclaw gave a faint smile as she touched noses with Sleetwing. “Thank Starclan...” Oakfrost mumbled as he carefully set Frogkit down. Pearpaw stumbled forward with Plumkit in tow and set the she-kit down by her brother. “You’re ok! Do you know where the rest of our clan is?” Pearpaw questioned eagerly.

Duskstep padded a short distance away, finding a small patch of the bright flowers being choked out by brambles and weeds. He nipped the stems of a few and hurried back to where Mudoaw was, hoping that Iceoaw had found some cobwebs. Alright, how was Marigold prepared? I don't think I ever ate this, so it must be applied as those goop things the medicine cat does. He chewed the flower heads into a pulp, his nose scrunching in distaste as the bitter flavors washed over his toungue. He laid the poultice where he thought the wound was.

Nervous shivers ran through Ravenpelt as he hoped it didn't show in his eyes or face.

Mudpaw felt Duskstep applying some of the poultice. The cut stung like wildfire as the juices seeped in, but Mudpaw had no strength to move. In fact, he didn't even have a will to move. 
"Thanks," he whispered hoarsely.

Duskstep nodded before pushing the formerly forgotten bird toward the apprentice. "You need to eat or you won't have strength enough to fight off a fever if it comes." He insisted, knowing that was the last thing they needed when everycat was separated. "I would get you water, but I doubt you want to be tasting salt for the next moon more than you already are." He could still taste the salt from swimming over and he personally would hate to get more of it on his tongue.

"Thanks," Mudpaw mumbled again, forcing himself to stand up on shaky legs so he could crouch by the bird. He tore into it's flesh and his gaze instantly lit up. "My favourite!"