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A I R H E A R T
((Please note! This roleplay takes place after Airheart's encounter with The Ripper, a different time than currently.))
What had awoken the warrior was the throbbing of her wounds- they stung without abandon, the deep claw marks that marred her once beautiful face. The swelling was so severe that she couldn't open her left eye, leaving her with only her right side that she could depend on. A part of her wondered if she would be able to keep her eye, or if it had been lost to the severity of her wounds.
I suppose I should be grateful to be alive, she thought bitterly to herself. Most cats that encountered The Ripper didn't survive to tell the tale. But now, would she be able to continue being a warrior if she lost her sight? What if her wounds got infected and the infection spread? There was still much to be done and her ordeal wasn't over yet. Airheart thought back to Appleblossom, and the frantic cries the small molly gave out when she collapsed due to her wounds. "I'll have to apologize for making her worry..." She sighed aloud into the darkness of the medicine cat's den where she rested.
The sound of scuffling made her tense slightly, as she thought that she had been alone until now. Late at night and with only one eye to guide her, she had completely missed the little frame of the Clan healer on the other side of the den. She cleared her throat awkwardly, hoping that Littlewoods hadn't heard her talking to herself. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"
Littlewoods
The Kind-Hearted medicine cat of Windclan
The tom stirred just slightly at the sound of a voice by his nest and his tail twitched, but he didn't seem to wake completely until he was spoken to directly, likely much to Airheart's relief. With the Ripper causing the death and injury of more and more cats, Littlewoods had been somewhat stretched thin without an apprentice to help him. Sure, he'd managed to call on his previous mentors to assist him, but as Windclan's sole current medicine cat, he was doing all he could to be a comforting source that his clanmates could look to in this time of need. Safe to say, sleep was something the tom was learning to work without.
His brow furrowed in concern as he sat up, stretching himself out and approaching the she-cat's nest. He'd been concerned about the warrior admittedly, it was always hard when cats lost something as vital as a limb or an eye... he just hoped that she was coping better than some cats would in her situation. "It's no bother, Airheart." Whilst she had woken him, it was his responsibility to be there for his clanmates so truly, he didn't mind being stirred from his sleep. He sat himself down beside her, taking a moment to check how her eye was healing up. Admittedly, with her eye still swollen it was hard for him to judge whether she would lose her eye entirely, so he was focusing first on treating her for the swelling until he could get a better idea of what was going on underneath. He had to hope that there was something salvageable to work with.
"...But, is something bothering you perhaps? It sounds like... a silly question, I know... but how are you feeling? If you're having trouble sleeping, I can get you some poppy seeds. But I sense it may be something more than just trouble sleeping. Am I right?" The tom's tone was gentle as he looked at his clanmate with sympathy, his tail curling around and resting against her flank comfortingly. Some of his less wounded patients slept soundly further into the den, but with Airheart among his biggest concerns right now, she was one of his top priorities.