[shall]/i/.train.?

[[.F.]light]

+The tom smiled at the reply

"I think it would be good it we let them sleep and,"
"I'm getting a bit tired myself."+

"Alright, let's get to bed so we can wake up early to treat the two," he let out his own yawn. Ruffling out his fur he got in his moss nest. Carefully picking at it with his paws he made it nice and fluffy for the night sleep. Flightfoot turned in a circle three times to make sure the nest was nice and comfortable before plopping down and curling into a tight ball. The young medicine cat was fast asleep before he could say, 'mouse'.

[keestaa..]

Crescentpaw was actually happy that the two had come back with injuries. He had been wanting to treat something real the whole day but now it was time for recovery and, of course, sleeping. He looked over at the two lovers and for the first time in a long time he felt jealous or in another word longing for love. No. He was a Medicine Cat Apprentice and he couldn't love even though he had always had the littlest crush on Sorrelpaw since he was small. Sighing softly, Crescentpaw sat down in his nest, made it sleepable and laid down. He didn't care out anything else. He was too tired to do so.

[siberiantiger]

Feeling a cool breeze on her fur, Brightflame opened her eyes. She was surprised when she noticed that she was in a field, and not in WindClan's medicine cat den. She looked around in confusion, and realized that she was dreaming. The fields were covered in snow. It was deep snow too. She took a step through the snow, and sank into it. The snow closed in around her. She was buried under it. Brightflame tried to get out; to unbury herself. But she couldn't. The snow was pressed in all around her; suffocating her. Brightflame let out a terrified cry. It became hard to breathe. The ginger Warrior closed her eyes in fear. When she opened them again, she was back in the medicine cat's den, next to Brokensoul. Brightflame took deep breaths to calm herself. It was only a dream. It was only a dream. she told herself.

[[.F.]light]

. f l i g h t . f o o t . xy

The tom was awakened by the sudden warmth creeping in. It was that morning kind, mixed with the cool air. Flightfoot crept out of his nest of moss and glanced at the two patients, Brokensoul and Brightflame. He grabbed the two leaves of herbs and berries and brought them over to the sleeping duo. Setting them down he visually checked the two. "Better wake up Crescentpaw..." quickly getting up he trotted over to the sleeping tabby and lightly prodded his shoulder. "Get up Crescentpaw," he meowed softly but still with that usual stern tone.

[keestaa..]

The small gray tabby apprentice had been awake most of the night. He had slept a little in the early night but he had been worried about the patients. He had gotten up several times to see if they were sleeping and one time he left the den to look up at the stars. He then went back to sleep in the den to the crack of dawn when he woke and checked on the patients a few more times. "I'm awake,"he mewed quietly, barely stirring from his position.

[[.F.]light]

. f l i g h t . f o o t . xy

"I'm awake,"

Flightfoot stopped his prodding and set his paw down. "Alright, get up so we can treat them again, yanno I only have two paws," he chuckled giving Crescentpaw a lick behind the ears. Turning he trotted off back to Brokensoul and Brightflame. Unwrapping the leaves he set Brightflame's treatment off to the side and looked over Brokensoul's. Everything that was needed was there.

[keestaa..]

Crescentpaw did as he was told and got up. Though still in his nest, he stretched both ways and shook himself, moss flew around him. Sighing softly, he padded over to Brightflame. He took his little leaf that held all the herbs he needed for her. He set the bundle down by the ginger she-cat. He gently prodded her with his paw and mewed quietly but just loud enough to wake her," Brightflame, it's time to get up." He looked around at her wounds. They weren't bleeding anymore which was good. He would put a little more marigold in it now and see if she had anymore pain. If she did, he would give her poppy seeds. Now all he had to do was wait for her to get up.

[siberiantiger]

Brightflame, who was dozing peacefully now - her sleep undisturbed by dreams - blinked her eyes open when she heard Crescentpaw's voice. She looked up at the apprentice. "Goodmorning Crescentpaw," she mewed, yawning. She spotted the herbs that Flightfoot had brought and nodded, "Oh, do you need to treat me now? But some poultrices on or something?" When it came to herbs and remedies, Brightflame wasn't exactly brilliant. She yawned again. Suddenly she remembered her dream. The fear of being buried alive. The fear of death. She decided to ask Crescentpaw about it. He was after all, a medicine cat apprentice. "Crescentpaw," she mewed quietly, "I had... a strange dream last night. Do you think you might be able to tell me what it means?" she asked, tilting her head to one side. "If you don't, it's okay." She could feel the weak pain in on her shoulder again. The pain of the injury was not as strong as last night, but it still hurt.

[[.F.]light]

. f l i g h t . f o o t . xy

The tom brushed his paw with a bit of force upon Brokensoul's shoulder. "Come on Brokensoul, wake up," Flightfoot mewed softly. Usually ocean blue opticals that blazed like fire were unusually calm this morning. The moss had helped the young siamese's aching joints, but that was only one of the reasons he was calm. His lithe tail twitched as he put the herbs in order. He hoped that the tom patient wouldn't have to stay any longer than a day or two.

[keestaa..]

The small tabby tom leaned over to pick up a few pieces of marigold to set in the deeper wounds for the other ones were just about healed. He set the marigold in the wound as gentle as he possibly could before pulling out the bit of cobweb in the not as deep wounds. He set the old cobweb aside and looked down at Brightflame, right in the eye. "What kind of dream was it?" he asked in an interested voice before he gave one of his paws a quick lick. With that same paw, he leaned over and dabbed up the few poppy seeds he had and held the paw out in front of Brightflame to lick off the seeds.

Brokensoul was in a deep sleep but the feeling of Flightfoot's paw digging into him, he woke up with a jolt. His head shot up and he looked over at Brightflame, his eyes wide but soon he realized he was only in the Medicine Cat den. Sighing, he looked over at Flightfoot and nodded to him. "Do what you have to do," he murmured and set his head on his paws, still keeping his eyes opened.

[[.F.]light]

. f l i g h t . f o o t . xy

"Do what you have to do,"

Flightfoot lightly pressed his nose to the neck wound, smelling no scent of infection he still would have to put marigold on it. Taking the marigold leaves he had he started chewing them till it was a goey mixture. Spitting it out on his paw he pressed it on the wound. "Do you think you'll need any more poppy seeds?" he asked taking some more of the marigold, chewing it up, and then putting it on the other cuts and scratches. There were a few of the tiny black seeds in the leaf he had set up. "Nothing is infected, which is good, you'll be here another day or two so I can keep an eye on this neck wound of yours," he exlaimed as he started to clean up the little mess by sweeping any excess marigold mixture away with his tail.

[keestaa..]

The tabby warrior winced as the Medicine Cat put the herb in his deep wound. His wound was in pain, stinging kind of pain, but none of his muscles hurt. He just felt stiff from tumbling.Brokensoul was glad to hear that there was no infection in his wounds but he wished to leave the den as quickly as he possibly could. Sighing, the tabby shook his head and his deep forest green eyes blinked. "No pain. I'm just stiff. I need to stretch out," he meowed to the Medicine Cat.

[[.F.]light]

. f l i g h t . f o o t . xy

The Siamaese tom decided to take the pile of marigold and quickly throw it out. He came back as quick as he could.

"No pain. I'm just stiff. I need to stretch out,"

"Alright, don't stretch to much that the herbs come off," he meowed gathering up the poppy seeds in his maw. Flightfoot took them back to the stock and set the dock leaf back down in its own pile. He wouldn't give Brokensoul anything for stiffness since it was probably just from being cooped in here all yesterday and this morning.

[keestaa..]

Brokensoul srugged and stiffly padded over to the entrance of the den to get a little fresh air. He blinked as he saw the sun for the first time in a long time. The green eyes squinted to peer around camp and he began to groom his face. Hopefully, they would be able to atleast leave the den and eat something. He hadn`t eaten for so long. Sighing, he waited until Brightflane was done with her check up.

ooc; wait for spotty now.

[siberiantiger]

(ooc. Sorry!)

Bic: "Well, in my dream, I was walking in snow, but then, I sank deep into the snow. I couldn't escape. The snow was pressing down all around me, I couldn't breathe. It all became dark, I... I was being buried." mewed Brightflame quietly. The horror of the dream came back to her. It made her scared. Her heart thumped loudly. She thought that everyone in the clearing could hear it. She closed her eyes, and took deep breaths.