Wildpelt's instincts as a warrior cat kicked in. He immediately made sure the area was clear and treated her wounds. He first found marigold and started to cover her wounds in a thick pulp. Once that was clean, he started to place cobwebs on them, "Shh...stay quiet. I'll help you."
Wildpelt was looking for herbs. Comfrey, to be exact. He wanted to find the rough leaves with a sharp, crisp scent. He smiled as he found a few leaves. Using his teeth, he nipped the stalks. The use of leaves meant he smelled something. He smelled blood. He dropped the leaves and ran towards it...
"One's Destiny is not laid out for them, but rather guided by them."
-Wildpelt; Wildpelt's Journey
Wildpelt, warrior turned medicine cat, lost, forgotten, abandoned, alone. His clan gone, his life shattered. We warriors live a sad existence, and all we want is to have a good den at night and...