I'm...Afraid. {{Fawnstep/Anyone}}

Speckledpaw
The cocky apprentice of Riverclan

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Speckledpaw slowly dragged Ravenpaw's small body through the thorn barrier into the clan camp. Probably to any other cat he looked dead. But she knew better. He couldn't be dead. He had saved her life, she wanted to thank him. She had to thank him. Any cat stupid enough to go again a full grown rouge tom...he had to be thanked.

She gently set him on the ground away from the entrance and looked around.
"Help! Someone i need help! Ravenpaw's hurt!"

[/color] she yowled through out the camp. However she found her legs shaking from exhaustion. Ravenpaw had been a lot heavier than she though. She found herself slumping down beside ravenpaw and curling up beside his shredded body. She closed her eyes willing the tears to stay back. She opened her eyes and looks at the unconscious face of the one who would have given his life to save her.

Then something inside Speckledpaw shattered. No one knew why, or that one cat could completely change a cat around, but Ravenpaw had done it. It wasn't just about speckledpaw anymore. No, it was about the clan. About her best friend that saved her life. It was about anything but herself.

Speckledpaw quietly curled up beside Ravenpaw, and let the tears that came run down her cheeks. She hadn't cried for her mother, and she had never cried when any other cat died. But now, she cried for them, for Ravenpaw, for herself. She cried for anyone she had ever hurt. She just laid there and cried.

She closed her eyes tightly and wished sleep on herself. But that didn't happen before a shadow was over them. A voice followed and soon things started happening. Ravenpaw would be safe.[/size][/left]

Fawnstep was out of her den the second she scented blood. It was something most Medicine cats found themselves doing at one point or another. Immediately she began nosing Ravenpaw's joints; nothing seemed broken. He was only at danger of dieing from blood lost; none of his wounds were life threatening. Thank Starclan. Though there was the danger of him losing his sight in his left eye. Placing her paw on his eye-lid she tactfully slid it up, trying to examine his eye. There wasn't any wounds to the actual eye itself, but the danger lied within if it were infected. It was all too easy for dirty claws to blind a young apprentice. If things ended badly, Ravenpaw would be blind in that eye. Speaking softly she murmured, "Speckledpaw, please stay here and keep Ravenpaw warm." With that she scampered off to her den, in search of herbs. A list was already brewing in the depths of her mind, "Burdock root to cancel infection, Celandine to help his eyesight, Marigold to prevent infection, Poppy seeds to relieve pain, and Cobwebs to stop bleeding..." The she-cat ran through the list multiple times as she pulled leaves, and seeds down out of her storage unit. With the herbs bundled neatly in a leaf she hurried back to the startled apprentices. Setting down the herbs she gently nudged Speckledpaw away from Ravenpaw's body. She needed room if she were to heal him. At once she made her main priority to save his eye sight. Grabbing the burdock root she opened his eye-lid once more. It was mere miracle that the tom was unconscious for if he were; this part of the procedure would be quite painful. Quickly she picked up the burdock root; hastily she chewed up a large chunk of it until she could feel the juices sloshing around in her mouth. The taste was undoubtedly nasty; but lucky for Ravenpaw he wouldn't have to taste it. Spitting out the root she spat the remainder of the juices directly into Ravenpaw's eye. It was an odd gesture; but it could help in the healing process. As the burdock began to heal she began doing the exact same thing with the Celandine. It was just then that she noticed the sobbing presence of Speckledpaw once more. It was hardly fair to leave the apprentice trembling alone in her thoughts. As soon as she finished applying the Celandine she prompted the apprentice with a question, "Speckledpaw, would you like to explain to me how this happened?" Perhaps letting it all out would cure her worries. As she waited for the apprentice's story she began applying the remaining burdock and marigold onto Ravenpaw's flesh wounds. It wouldn't be until after he woke up would he receive the poppy seeds. That would also be when they would be able to tell if his left eye still worked properly. [bg=5e462b][atrb=border,0,true]

Speckledpaw
The cocky apprentice of Riverclan

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Speckledpaw obeyed Fawnstep's words and stayed beside RAvenpaw trying to keep him warm. She didn't know why, but she couldn't lose him. Did that mean she loved him? No! She couldn't love him. She hated him. With every fiber of her being she hated the weak tom. But she did care about him. He was a clanmate. And he had saved her life. how could she hate him after that?

Speckledpaw looked up a dazed and moved out of Fawnstep's way as she started to work. She had to look away. It looked to painful to do to any cat that was still alive. She closed her eyes and swallowed. He was going to be okay...he had to be okay.

At teh question speckledpaw opened her eyes and looked at the she-cat. SHe swallwoed and started to explain what happened.
"I wanted to go practice some battle moves and Ravenpaw said he would go with me. Well when we got tehre we started practicing. Suddenly my dad showed up. He looked...mean. Almost crazy."

[/color] she stopped and swallowed. "Ravenpaw attacked him and...Sage tore Ravenapw to shreads. Sage left threating when he came back he was coming after me...no matter how many cats he had to kill."
SHe broke down into tears. SHe was scared. For Ravenpaw. For herself. For her clan mates. Se couldn't hold it back anymore...She jsut couldn't.[/color][/size][/left]

"O-Ow..." Ravenpaw woke up with a stinging pain in his eye, along with aching from his muscles and parts of his skin. Obviously, the clash wasn't too long ago, for his wounds still pained him. But it hurt a lot less, and he was in the comfort of RiverClan scents and sights. But what was blocking his left eye? Was there some kind of herb or leaf or cobweb that prevented his sight? Or was there blood still clogged there? He also had trouble breathing. His breaths were quiet rasps, and if he breathed too hard it hurt. It was like something was stabbing his sides and preventing him to breathe normally. From his good eye, he could see tears brimming from Speckledpaw's eyes. Why was she crying? It couldn't be because of him. She couldn't be scared, either. She was the bravest cat he knew. It couldn't be some kind of insult, because she was tough, too. So, what caused this? Maybe a flash back? Bad news? He didn't know the she-cat well enough to read her thoughts and emotions like he could his sisters. Beside him he could scent Fawnstep without having to even look, because scents of various herbs paved her pelt. No wonder why his wounds stung and his eye felt like it was on fire. She must have done something to them. Ravenpaw was glad he didn't have to sit through it. Maybe it would have hurt more if he was awake when she applied them. He sure didn't want to go through more pain than he was already. "A-are you alright, Speckledpaw...? What's on my eye...?" [bg=321b2c][atrb=border,0,true]

Fawnstep listened quietly to her story, why were they out without a warrior? Pawing the remainder of the cobwebs; she began applying it to the rest of his wounds. Particularly onto the large gash that stretched from his tip of his shoulder to the underside of his belly. The bleeding had stopped but it would only be a few days before she'd have to apply new bandages to the young tom. The young medicine cat glanced at Ravenpaw's eye; it would have to sit for at least another twenty minutes or so. That gaze her time to calm Speckledpaw down. Turning to face the apprentice she meowed curtly, "You know you can't go out of camp without a warrior." None of this would have happened if they had decided to follow the warrior code. Her voice softened slightly, "Ravenpaw will have to be in my den for the next couple of days. His muscles will be sore; and I have to keep a close watch on his eye." Narrowing her gaze she offered quietly, "You may stay in my den until you have calmed down. But since you left camp without a warrior, you will be confined here until the next gathering." Fawnstep felt rustling beside her, Ravenpaw was attempting to get up. Very quickly the tortoiseshell she-cat ushered him down once more. "Don't move, you'll upset the bandages." When the apprentice was still again she took it upon herself to answer his question. "Speckledpaw was only worried about you." Pausing she meowed again, "Your eye is most likely infected, I'll do my best to fight it. But if worse come to worst then you'll loose sight in that eye." Glancing toward Speckledpaw once more she raised her voice. "I was just telling Speckledpaw that she won't be allowed to leave camp until the next gathering." Her eyes fell on Ravenpaw, "That applies to you too, you two know better than to leave camp without a warrior." It wasn't her place to punish them, but she was sure the leader would agree with her. Their foolish antics could have easily cost them their lives. If they don't learn from their mistakes they'll only become much more reckless when they're older. Placing her tail on Ravenpaw's shoulder she meowed sternly, "Now let's get you up to my den, be careful not to disturb the wrappings." Placing a paw underneath the tom's shoulder she helped hoisting him up onto his paws. Leading him toward the medicine cat's den, she was careful not to cause him anymore pain. Slowly they tottered into the den, leaving his side for a second she gathered reads, twigs, and anything else she could find; and put together a nest. With her tail she gestured toward the newly made nest, "Get comfortable, your going to be off your paws for the next couple of days." As the tom settled down she began making another nest for Speckledpaw. When she was finished she led the spooked apprentice to her nest as well. When both of the apprentices were situated she made a quick dash into the back of her storage. Fawnstep only need two herbs to calm Speckledpaw down. Lavender and Thyme. Her eyes raced back and forth, looking for the two plants. After a few seconds she located both of them and brought them back to the she-cat. Dropping them at her paws she meowed quickly, "Inhale the lavender, and chew the thyme." She paused, racking her brain for anymore instructions. "Inhale slowly, don't rush it. Same with the thyme, don't gulp it down." [bg=5e462b][atrb=border,0,true]