Cam catches a summons while he's in the middle of Atriama. He's seen it before, it's fine.
Cam finds an instructional video of performing a lung transplant on a cat. It is two minutes long and includes the vet demon chattering in Arabic while replacing the lungs of a demonic tortie.
Once he has watched the video, he switches over to slide view, props his computer up where he can see it with his hands free, and carefully positions Crookedstar.
Crack chest, interpolate out the one lung, add the replacement almost right away, add more blood to replace what's being lost, replace second lung, more blood, close him up, seal everything back into place with thin layers of cells, ribs and muscles and skin -
"You have our sincere thanks for your efforts." It seems a true enough statement on the brown cat's part, though a few of his Clanmates are looking on in horror rather than grief.
Cam folds up the Hell Vet to bring back to his house later. "What do you normally do with dead bodies?"
"Crookedstar was a noble leader, and will be missed," says Fireheart, bowing his head and slipping through the curtain after the fountain placement cat.
"I'm sorry again about Graypool," Fireheart meows quietly. "For you and your brother, if you would pass on the condolences."
Mistyfoot looks like she really doesn't want to stand up and walk places but eventually she does anyway. Here they all go along the river.
"What are you planning to do here besides making water things and trying to save dying Clan leaders," she asks after a bit of silent padding along (and one false start where she forgets to keep her meows within the Twoleg range of hearing, before being gently corrected by Fireheart).
"Uh, I'd like to end material scarcity but I need to know more about what this world is like before I get really started on that." He scatters handsful of birdseed as he walks.