WingClan, a Chicken clan ЯР-- 'Fly with the breeze'

[miss heny]

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Thorntalon was still panting from the yelling, "Blood*huff*Wing...She passed out in front of me...And I'm sort of feeling like I'm coming down with something...Could you...help me?"

"Sure thing, Thorntalon," with a smile, he put a shoulder under the injured hen and heaved her onto his back, carefully carrying her to the medicine den. He glanced towards the entrance, hoping that Scarletnight had seen his biceps flex as he picked up the unconscious hen.

Lowering the hen onto the nearest vacated bed of leaves, he mopped up her wounds, plugging her up with a blood transfusion (how do chickens do that, anyway ) and splinting her leg, which appeared to have taken a beating. The wound, however, remained gaping and bleeding, and Bloodwing sighed. Taking a long, fine string of reed grass, he used a briar to wind it a few times through the wound, stitching it together temporarily. A poultice of honey and cool clay was applied, and Bloodwing covered the hen with some of the leaves to insulate her from the night's cold. "Well," he panted, looking down at her. "I AM very tempted to plaster you to the floor so you don't undo those stitches, but I doubt Thorntalon would agree."

she opens her eyes and glares "were am i? were is my shield!" she tries to get up,, but midnight was just intime to put her down "want me to get a sleeping vial bloodwing?" she chuckles

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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Thorntalon was still panting from the yelling, "Blood*huff*Wing...She passed out in front of me...And I'm sort of feeling like I'm coming down with something...Could you...help me?"

"Sure thing, Thorntalon," with a smile, he put a shoulder under the injured hen and heaved her onto his back, carefully carrying her to the medicine den. He glanced towards the entrance, hoping that Scarletnight had seen his biceps flex as he picked up the unconscious hen.

Lowering the hen onto the nearest vacated bed of leaves, he mopped up her wounds, plugging her up with a blood transfusion (how do chickens do that, anyway ) and splinting her leg, which appeared to have taken a beating. The wound, however, remained gaping and bleeding, and Bloodwing sighed. Taking a long, fine string of reed grass, he used a briar to wind it a few times through the wound, stitching it together temporarily. A poultice of honey and cool clay was applied, and Bloodwing covered the hen with some of the leaves to insulate her from the night's cold. "Well," he panted, looking down at her. "I AM very tempted to plaster you to the floor so you don't undo those stitches, but I doubt Thorntalon would agree."

Thorntalon came back with a wing full of herbs, "Don't worry, I heard it all. And honestly I've done it before."

 

[Blue_Myst]

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"Sure thing, Thorntalon," with a smile, he put a shoulder under the injured hen and heaved her onto his back, carefully carrying her to the medicine den. He glanced towards the entrance, hoping that Scarletnight had seen his biceps flex as he picked up the unconscious hen.

Lowering the hen onto the nearest vacated bed of leaves, he mopped up her wounds, plugging her up with a blood transfusion (how do chickens do that, anyway ) and splinting her leg, which appeared to have taken a beating. The wound, however, remained gaping and bleeding, and Bloodwing sighed. Taking a long, fine string of reed grass, he used a briar to wind it a few times through the wound, stitching it together temporarily. A poultice of honey and cool clay was applied, and Bloodwing covered the hen with some of the leaves to insulate her from the night's cold. "Well," he panted, looking down at her. "I AM very tempted to plaster you to the floor so you don't undo those stitches, but I doubt Thorntalon would agree."

she opens her eyes and glares "were am i? were is my shield!" she tries to get up,, but midnight was just intime to put her down "want me to get a sleeping vial bloodwing?" she chuckles

"That would be a good idea," he agreed. "I don't want her pulling out those stitches, or we could have a literal blood bath."

Bending closer to the hen, he placed a reassuring wing on her shoulder to keep her from getting up. "It's all right, you're safe now, just lie back and relax. We're here to help." You spoke two sentences without a single bit of sarcasm, good job, Bloodwing!

 

[miss heny]

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"Sure thing, Thorntalon," with a smile, he put a shoulder under the injured hen and heaved her onto his back, carefully carrying her to the medicine den. He glanced towards the entrance, hoping that Scarletnight had seen his biceps flex as he picked up the unconscious hen.

Lowering the hen onto the nearest vacated bed of leaves, he mopped up her wounds, plugging her up with a blood transfusion (how do chickens do that, anyway ) and splinting her leg, which appeared to have taken a beating. The wound, however, remained gaping and bleeding, and Bloodwing sighed. Taking a long, fine string of reed grass, he used a briar to wind it a few times through the wound, stitching it together temporarily. A poultice of honey and cool clay was applied, and Bloodwing covered the hen with some of the leaves to insulate her from the night's cold. "Well," he panted, looking down at her. "I AM very tempted to plaster you to the floor so you don't undo those stitches, but I doubt Thorntalon would agree."

Thorntalon came back with a wing full of herbs, "Don't worry, I heard it all. And honestly I've done it before."

the hen demands "were my shiled" midnight "thorn help me keep her down!" the hen keeps on jerking

 

[miss heny]

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she opens her eyes and glares "were am i? were is my shield!" she tries to get up,, but midnight was just intime to put her down "want me to get a sleeping vial bloodwing?" she chuckles

"That would be a good idea," he agreed. "I don't want her pulling out those stitches, or we could have a literal blood bath."

Bending closer to the hen, he placed a reassuring wing on her shoulder to keep her from getting up. "It's all right, you're safe now, just lie back and relax. We're here to help." You spoke two sentences without a single bit of sarcasm, good job, Bloodwing!

"were am i?!" she demands

 

[Blue_Myst]

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"That would be a good idea," he agreed. "I don't want her pulling out those stitches, or we could have a literal blood bath."

Bending closer to the hen, he placed a reassuring wing on her shoulder to keep her from getting up. "It's all right, you're safe now, just lie back and relax. We're here to help." You spoke two sentences without a single bit of sarcasm, good job, Bloodwing!

"were am i?!" she demands

"A little spot of paradise called Wingclan. We may be neighbors to Shadow and Hackleclan, but we're a bit more hospitable."

 

[Blue_Myst]

(Sorry, guys, I've g2g.

He, he--*hides behind Crazy and AC, hoping BirdNut doesn't see*

)

 

[miss heny]

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"were am i?!" she demands

"A little spot of paradise called Wingclan. We may be neighbors to Shadow and Hackleclan, but we're a bit more hospitable."

she sigh "good" then she glares "were is my shield?! tell me!" she demands

 

[Zinnia-Hen]

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[Gerbil]

Puff finished pulling the burrs out and walked down to his spot on the ground below the sleeping tree.