Post by ℓυиαя on Feb 7, 2015 2:09:47 GMT -5
OOC: Nawwwr! I don't really know what else to write aha well I mean, I have written a fair bit but in terms of what you can respond to... err. What do you think we should do?
That was true, he often thought about what the medicine cats went through, what they had to give up in order to best serve their clan and having kits was one of them. It must put them in a hard place. Looking at Brightblossom he saw how much she wanted kits as she spoke to him. Heartbroken, yes he could believe that. In the short amount of time he had spent with her rather than just watching from around the camp, he could see how much of a great mother she would be. Starclan, even him, the silent, antisocial warrior wanted a family of his own one day.
"It's not deep, the wound. but you'll want to be careful while it heals up. Make sure it's kept clean. You're scratched up pretty bad, though . . . . I don't remember what the herb looks like that helps to make them heal faster though, I'm sorry. If I didn't I'd go find it for you. but this is all I'm able to do." A small smile which caused his yellow eyes to warm before she continued, "You might want to avoid getting in a new fight for a while though." A pause. "Yes, I'm certain you'll be fine, once you heal up. You might have some new scars though."
A shake of his head slowly, keeping in mind his fresh injury, a silent don't worry about it. She had done more than she needed to. He would be fine, he would heal and continue to silently watch over the clan while he did so. "I'll.. try my best." A little smile. "If you... promise to stop getting into trouble."
That was true, he often thought about what the medicine cats went through, what they had to give up in order to best serve their clan and having kits was one of them. It must put them in a hard place. Looking at Brightblossom he saw how much she wanted kits as she spoke to him. Heartbroken, yes he could believe that. In the short amount of time he had spent with her rather than just watching from around the camp, he could see how much of a great mother she would be. Starclan, even him, the silent, antisocial warrior wanted a family of his own one day.
"It's not deep, the wound. but you'll want to be careful while it heals up. Make sure it's kept clean. You're scratched up pretty bad, though . . . . I don't remember what the herb looks like that helps to make them heal faster though, I'm sorry. If I didn't I'd go find it for you. but this is all I'm able to do." A small smile which caused his yellow eyes to warm before she continued, "You might want to avoid getting in a new fight for a while though." A pause. "Yes, I'm certain you'll be fine, once you heal up. You might have some new scars though."
A shake of his head slowly, keeping in mind his fresh injury, a silent don't worry about it. She had done more than she needed to. He would be fine, he would heal and continue to silently watch over the clan while he did so. "I'll.. try my best." A little smile. "If you... promise to stop getting into trouble."