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HERERERERERERERE!!!!!)

(Me to, but I think I'm going to eat breakfast/lunch real quick)

Mintcreek looked at the hesitating pegasi. 'Go! I studied becoming a Medicine mare before a batlle mare. Go! Go now!" she informed and went right to work. First, she postioned in a more comfortable position. Next, she stopped the bleeding from his flank and shoulder, all the while talking to him.

Embermoon came bustling back with the pine roots and dumped them beside Mintcreek and went to get water. She brought back quite a bit of water in her wings, glad it wasn't all falling out.

( Hello? )

Mintcreek grabbed the pine roots and crushed them up with her sharpened hooves. Then, she grabbed a wingful of water and mixed it with the roots making a broth. She opened Jaggedwing's mouth and poured the broth down his throat. She made sure he swallowed it, then turned back to Embermoon. "Pour the water over his cuts. Once your done with that, go out and find me a dark gray root. It's usually found beneath apple trees. It's a pain killer and will help his get rest. Bring a huge hunk of it to me please."

Sry. I think we should wait for Dragon to get back)

( Yeah we should. I'm a comment one more time though )

Embermoon nodded and poured the water over his wounds. Then, she dashed away and dug beneath an apple tree. She found the root and took a huge chunk and brought it back to Mintcreek and handed it to her. "here," She said.

(I’ll wait for Dragon after this comment)

The three former Dawn Herd stallions arived just as the battle was ending. “They seem to have taken care of things,” Shadowfire remarked, noticing the bodies of Flame Herd steeds in the bushes. The three of them walked over to Jaggedwing. “I’m going to finish off any Flame Herd steeds that are still alive,” Bronzewing said to his companions. “You two stay with him and see if you can help.” His brother-in-law and nephew nodded, so the blue roan made his way over to the nearest three bodies. Two were obviously dead, and he broke one wing of the third, the only mare in the trio. It would heal, but put the mare out of action for the time being. He progressed in a similar manner, counting and categorizing as he walked. There were twenty-seven Flame Herd steeds he could see, and he had noticed two fly away back toward tgeir territory as he had arrived, so a total of twenty-nine Flame herd warriors. Eleven were mares, eighteen stallions. Twenty steeds were dead. Six Flame herd stallions were alive, four terribly injured. Three Flame Herd mares were still alive, two badly injured so they probably wouldn’t make it home. The last living mare was struggling to stand up. She was pregnant, Bronzewing could see. He let her stand up. A few seconds later, a chestnut Appaloosa stallion with yellow wings stood up next to her and nodded warily to Bronzewing. “Hello,” the yellow-winged stallion said cautiously. “I’m Blazebreeze. This is my mate, Emeraldflame.” Bronzewing frowned. “Come with me,” he said. “And we’ll figure out what’s going on here.” He shooed them with his wings back towards the rest of Glacier Herd.

(Sorry it’s so long)

( That's okay )

(I like the name Emeraldflame!)

( Me too! )

(I back, thanks for waiting)

(Np!)

( yw! :D )

Mintcreek took the root. "Thanks." and turned back to her patient. Instead of making a broth, she cut the root into little bite sized pieces and had to force feed them to him. After she successfully fed him the roots she stepped back to look at her work. She turned to Twigstrike. "Your welcome." she said, nodding.

(Thx! Made it up on the spot)

Twigstrike:

Twigstrike looked over Mintcreek, "Thank you." he said. Jaggedwing was still unconscious

Snowfrost:

The gray stallion looked around the clearing, and noted that, other then Jaggedwing, no one had received serious injuries.