What I gathered is, Hickory lost a lot that day (if wren is dead, I may have to check the lineup again) How’s he doing :<?
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Bristleweb was slowly coming down from the adrenaline high. She had done all she could, but Buttons wounds were too great. No saving a cat in half. A tragedy, and wren as well? She couldn’t save them, but hickory, Wrens mate, had licked a single kit back to life and now wasn’t leaving its side. The she-cat walked by the mediator den, glancing inside for a moment. BugPaws sorrowful sobs echoed from it as Pebblepelt tried to calm the apprentice.
“I tried, I tried!” Bug howled, and Bristleweb sped up away from the den. She had to focus on the kit now. Medicine cats were known to work through stressful situations, but it did not help one of the victims of this was her close friend and she failed to save her and her children. She had to cry later. She had to.
She nosed her way into the dark medicine den, seeing the brown town frantically licking the newborn, which was squeaking and wiggling in their grasp. Their poor fur was soaked, it seemed hickory hadn’t stopped in a while. Bristle padded over, dropping the herbs. “Hickory- hickory stop. They’re alive, they’re breathing.”
The Tom’s eyes were glazed, like he was stuck in a trance, tounge rasping over the kitten as if any moment it could go silent again. Bristle gently moved the kits head away from his muzzle and he looked up. “…Hickory I need to check him. Please.” The tom nodded slowly, and Bristleweb checked the kit all over. The squeaks were low, their breathing was a little shakey but it was probably due to the amount of stress it’s tiny body went through. Their legs flailed, their tail was moving, they had eyes and ears.
“They’re healthy Hickoryhaze. You have a tom-“ Bristle’s words were cut off by hickory breaking down in sorrowful yowls. She flinched back from the outburst, and the tom scooped the kit into his paws and nuzzled it, sobbing weakly. Tears dripped onto their head as the Kit tried to lick out at the salt. Bristleweb sighed, shock. It was obvious, hickory had gone through so much.
“He’s..he’s all I have..what do I..” hickory choked out. Bristle nodded, lowering herself next to the Tom to help warm the kit. “Hickory, you’re all he has too. I’ll help nurse them, but you can do the rest of the parenting okay?” Hickory sniffed, nodding shakily. Their paws couldn’t stop shaking, still stained in blood from Button. The kit mewled, tiny orange and white form trying to nuzzle into Hickory’s fur.
The tom gave a weak chuckle, laying his head beside them. “Hey baby…I’m dad..it’s..we’re gonna be okay..” he sighed. Bristle nodded, quietly looking for any milk herbs she may need. “Chickadee.” She looked at hickory, who was gently trying to dry the kit with moss. “..he’s..his name is chickadee.”
Bristleweb nodded. “Wren would love it.”
Wowie that story was kinda a bummer. Have a sunset!
