WELCOME TO SOLARITE. Cats representing the four elements fight to survive and take all they can from the others. Pollution and mysterious events is what keeps everyone down, sometimes it proves to even be fatal. It's 'fend for yourself', everybody against everybody. Who will win? Who's side are you on?
She'd been tossed around like a ragdoll, to put it simply.
A vicious loner dog found his way onto the territory, deciding it would be fun to come sprinting right at the oriental for fun. He thought she was an easy meal, a chew toy; but he was wrong, because Oraclekeeper was not scared to put up a fight.
She got a few good scratches on him, though it all ended when he grabbed a hold of her by the stomach and started shaking her like a toy-- and in that moment, she was terrified. Not for herself, but for the little undeveloped fetuses growing inside of her stomach.
And so, when the canine heard another call, he stopped; and like the "obedient" boy he was, he dropped Oraclekeeper and ran off to find the other dog who was calling him.
Seeing what happened out of the corner of her eye, she rushed over. "Oraclekeeper, are you okay?" She asked, although she knew that was a stupid question. The Sheriff was obviously not okay. "If you want I can get help, or I can try to help you here."
Daenerys Targeryen, Ranger of Pyronite
Kissingbeehives Resurgam, Lady of Crimsonite
The Doctor rushed over. No need to grab him, he was usually there on call. Matchbox had a dead serious face. The wounds seemed to be quite serious. Luckily, Oraclekeeper still was breathing. This was just another injury, it would heal. The timber wolf leaned over the smaller build and scanned her body for wounds. He noticed where the dog had grabbed her stomach. He noticed where the dog had ran off.
Biting back a small gasp as she sppotted the gory mess that used to be Oraclekeeper's stomach, Sunshot approached with wde eyes, standing a few steps back so as not to distract Matchbox. "Do you need me to fetch any herbs?"
"Does she look okay to you?" Lavakit demanded angrily to Canary (her nickname for Dae). The lilac tabby knew that the only one who could actually help was Matchbox, and he wasn't even doing anything! Lavakit knew she was just overreacting and everyone was just trying to be as helpful and efficient as possible, but ugh-- couldn't they be helpful faster?
OOC | Tears in the stomach/lower body, bite punture wounds in stomach as well
At first, Daenerys had arrived; she seemed to be talking a lot, but honestly the oriental wasn't paying too much attention. Her breathing was rapid, all that she could think about was: Am I going to die? She was not in critical condition, really, but she had to be careful. She didn't want to make her wounds worse, after all.
"Stomach." She mumbled a reply as she flicked her attention over to Matchbox, and then Lavakit.
She sighed, and stepped back from the crowd. The made sure she could still see what was going on but wasn't in the way. Daenerys worried for the Sheriff. Maybe it was a stupid question to ask if she was okay or not, but she only asked to see if she was capable of answering. This was pretty bad, but she knew the Doctor could help her.
Daenerys Targeryen, Ranger of Pyronite
Kissingbeehives Resurgam, Lady of Crimsonite
"Everyone step back and give the healers and sheriff some deserved room. Oraclekeeper won't get better with people hovering over her." Brokenmirror would advise sharply, venomous flaxen scouring over the group before settling herself down several tail lengths away from the injured femme. The homosexual didn't exactly have intentions of being bitchy or anything to that nature. It was just that she was evidently worried for their monarch, and just wanted her to be mended as quickly as possible. Animals surrounding her body that aren't Doctors or Nurses were not going to do anything but possibly over-whelm the wounded leader. With pursed lips, the second-in-command would observe from a safe distance, not wanting to deal with people that where going to snap back at her in response to her words.
Gipsykit refused to move, glaring back at Brokenmirror before turning her gaze right back to Oraclekeeper. The child wasn't going to move- not even by her mother's command. She bristled and stared at the pregnant feline. Was she going to survive? And if she did, would she ever recover? An endless amount of questions whirled through her mind as the ebony kitten lowered her head to the ground and fought back tears.
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Not unlike her sister, Lavakit wasn't going to move either-- but she didn't want to crowd her mother either, so she moved around to the other side of her and out of Matchbox's way where she watched with nervousness and anticipation.
Brokenmirror didn't process the child's glare visibly, but if she had, the deputy would have scoffed. Good lord, she was trying to help, not make kits give her death threats through their damn eyes. Inhaling and exhaling, the tall deputy would remain silent, awaiting for Matchbox to proceed with the healing of their leader with her gaze trained on Oraclekeeper.
Dylan was there, arriving shortly after everyone else. The tiger's eyes widened as he saw the sheriff lying there, just bleeding out without a care. What could he do? He had no power here - he had only just joined, after all. Glancing at Matchbox, the large wildcat's expression portrayed basically everything he was feeling - confusion, worry, anger. He was angry because there was nothing he could do. "D-do you need any help, sir?" he asked the doctor with a deadly-serious tone.
This group had most of it's thoughts together. They seemed to volunteer when a person was in need. That was good. That's what Pyronite needed. Matchbox turned his view onto Lavakit. The sassy apprentice of his needed to calm down and help. Especially before the kit hurt anyone's feelings. The timber wolf barked at the kit. "Go get me some dock, cobwebs. Also fetch some poppy seeds." The canine now turned to the others who wanted to help. "Any of you, grab marigold. We'll also need horsetail and Alder bark to cure the worse wounds." The fast paste was hurting his own head. He put his thoughts together for a few seconds. "Comfrey root would be nice." The Doctor looked back to Oraclekeeper. "Kill me if this gets infected. Anyways, it'll be fine. They will heal."
The last thing that Brokenmirrors was going to do was tosit around and wait for others to fetch materials when she could depart from the group and bring them back in a snap. Oraclekeeper needed urgent attention, and she was going to make sure that she received just that. Without a word, the grizzly appearing deputy would whirl around, and was bolting back to camp without a second though.
Within roughly three minutes, the colossal Maine coon returned. Clenched within her jaws where the three herbs that Matchbox had requested - Alder bark, marigold, and horsetail. Just to clarify confusion, Brokenmirror was no medicine master. These where - coincidentally and with the exception of poppyseed and cobweb - the only herbs she knew about. The rest? Well, forget about it. The deputy made no hesitation with dropping the necessary herbs at the paws of their medic before taking a step back, not wanting her giant figure to get in the way of Matchbox's work. Remaining silent throughout the whole time due to the fact that she didn't think there was anything important enough to be said, the wicked-looking feline would wait for a reaction.