SkyClan Medicine Cat's Den [Archive]

Brooklyn Trees

November 24th, 2016, 07:59 PM

Brooklyn Trees

Aconiteheart couldn't remember the last time he stepped in the realm of the living. Generations stood between him and his last visit, and since then he wasn't needed. Something about medicine cats actually having mentors -- what absurdity!

Materializing in the heart of the once-empty den, the spectral figure of the spotted tabby gazed around the familiar setting. An age of younger cats could not change what was his second den, and he found himself drifting towards the herb storage.

Stormlight's abrupt departure left the supply intact, if not a little dusty, and there was relief in the knowledge the cache of herbs wasn't destroyed or damaged by rambunctious kits. Noticing the perplexed form of Ebonypaw, Aconiteheart glanced at the apprentice. "Quite a sight, isn't it?"

Ebonypaw started at the suddenness of the unfamiliar voice from behind her. She has not realized that anybody else was in the den with her, having not originally seen anyone other than herself here and not having heard the arrival of this other cat. Her claws slid from her paws and into the earth without her consent as she started and then refused to be sheathed, though in all honesty she was not trying very hard to sheath them again.

The black and white furred she-cat swept her tail slowly along the ground before turning to look at the speaker of the cat who had slipped in like a ghost. She didn't realize that her thoughts were actually the truth of this tom, that he had slipped like a ghost, because he was. She didn't realize this fact about him though, just honking that this was some cat who was just far more advanced in stalking prey than she had ever been in the short time of her warrior training and that this had caused him to be very light-footed.
"What?" She mewed, not sure if she was trying to sound intimidating or curious and really succeeding in neither tone of voice. Ebonypaw flicked an ear at the fact that her mew had sounded in neither way that she had intended, blue eyes slowly traveling over the stranger's flank, more out of habit than actual necessity as her wandering eyes never gave her any real information about the cat that she was looking at.

BEAR.

November 24th, 2016, 09:54 PM

Brooklyn Trees

November 27th, 2016, 02:49 PM

Brooklyn Trees

"Quite a sight, isn't it?" Aconiteheart repeated himself with ease, amusement lacing his words as he gazed at the variety of dried leaves, petals, stalks, and tubers. "The herbs. Warriors seem to think their prey and fighting is 'the stuff', but let's be real, plants is where it's at."

His tail twitched, and he took a seat near the entrance of the storage. "I'm sorry, it was awfully rude for me to not introduce myself first. I'm Aconiteheart; one of the first medicine cats of SkyClan. Before you ask; yes, I am dead. I have been dead for - what may now be eons. I don't know." A distant look crossed his gaze; attempting to recall the last days of his life with no avail. He survived past the fire that brought DuskClan and DawnClan together to create SkyClan, could remember the breathing difficulties that followed, but specifics were a blur.

"As you're already aware, you have been selected to be SkyClan's next medicine cat, and because Stormlight is no longer available to pass on his knowledge, I'll be your guide. Do you have any questions?"

(Sorry for the late reply)

Ebonypaw felt her eyes widen slightly, and then forced them to go back to their general size, not wanting to look surprised by this, though she was. This cat was dead. And he was talking to her. How was he talking to her? She thought that only medicine cats had a good enough connection to Starclan to talk to... Oh, wait. She flicked her ear in slight annoyance at the fact that she had forgotten that she was a medicine cat... It still seemed very surreal to the she-cat, even if she was exploring the den and talking to a cat who was dead.

She remained in her standing position, tail sweeping the ground behind her in long strokes as she listened to this tom- Aconiteheart. That was what he had said his name was, right? Who wouldn't have questions? she asked herself in her thoughts, flicking an ear at this, though deciding on one of her questions, she ended up with,
"Guide?" She asked, repositioning one of her front paws and waiting for an answer from this eon-old dead medicine cat. She was still wary of the fact that he had just kind of appeared here, but it was less... Well, less odd would not be the right kind of thing to describe it, but it was less strange how he had appeared suddenly and soundlessly.

BEAR.

November 28th, 2016, 04:05 PM

Brooklyn Trees

November 30th, 2016, 07:01 PM

Brooklyn Trees

Contrary to Ebonypaw's belief, it wasn't just medicine cats that StarClan could visit. Even those that held little faith could be approached by the spirits, albeit it was unusual.

Idly waiting for the new apprentice's inquiries, Aconiteheart's gaze wandered from the herbs and the female to take in his surroundings. To him, his second den was a reminder of mistakes cemented in blood and tears. How vengeful the stars could be when the clans weren't in their favor.

"Yes, guide. You'll need a mentor to teach you how to heal - it's not like you can learn everything on your own. Experimentation is an option but at the end of the day, you'll just waste supplies and risk lives. Which is a no-go, especially in Leafbare when herbs are low. Anything else, or would you like to get started? I figure today we can focus on the basics."

(Sorry for the late reply. I didn't see the post.)

Ebonypaw flicked her ear lightly again and looked the tabby up and down. That was fast. She didn't want to sound like she had too many questions. She wasn't a naturally curious feline, and so she nodded.
"Okay." She mewed, though it occurred to her too late that that single word may not make sense in the context of what was happening.

The dark furred she-cat swept her tail along the ground again. This action was common with the young feline, to have her tail constantly sweeping the ground. She wasn't quite sure where she adopted this trait from, or when it had begun, she just kind of did it. The she-cat looked at the tom, trying to find some sign that what she had said had made sense, even if she knew that even if it had she would never be able to tell, as she had never been able to with anyone.

BEAR.

December 2nd, 2016, 11:19 AM

Brooklyn Trees

December 2nd, 2016, 12:43 PM

Brooklyn Trees

With the confirmation she was ready to proceed, Aconiteheart rose to his paws and slipped past the darker feline. He stopped closer to the herbs, reaching to carefully remove samples from the herbs he considered basic. Namely: cobwebs, sticks, poppy seeds, and dock.

Setting the specimens in front of Ebonypaw, the spotted tabby prompted, "First, we'll start off with what you know. I have here four herbs. What you're going to do is try to identify them, and if possible tell me of their usage. Don't worry about the application of them; we'll go over that shortly."

By starting off with her involvement, he hoped to ease her into the thought process of a healer. She seemed a little out of it.

Ebonypaw turned to watch the tom remove the objects from the herb store, turning back around as he set the four things down between their paws.
The tuxedo cat looked up at Aconiteheart as he began to speak again, slowly lowing herself down into a sitting position, her eyes still on the ancient feline. she curled her dark tail tightly around her paws once she was seated, still watching him. She was still wary of this cat, but looked away from him down at the four things.

She looked closely at the plants, but that was all that they looked like in her eyes. Well, actually, that wasn't true. Only one of them looked like a plant. there were also sticks, a white... thing that she couldn't identify and some weird black dots. She looked up at Aconiteheart again for a moment before returning her gaze to the strange things.
"That's a stick." She mewed, pawing softly at a stick, since it was the only thing that she could actually identify, but why you would need a stick was beyond her. She looked up at Aconiteheart again, since she had never seen or heard of any of the other things.

"I don't know any of the others." She added, flicking an ear in slight anger at her own ignorance, though she really didn't have a reason to have known any of these things as a warrior apprentice.

BEAR.

December 2nd, 2016, 03:41 PM

Brooklyn Trees

December 2nd, 2016, 04:16 PM

Brooklyn Trees

"Correct," he praised. It was disappointing she didn't recognize cobwebs as well. It was almost as common as sticks. "The leaf is dock, the white webbing is cobwebs, and the seeds are poppy." Ebonypaw hadn't provided any indication she had an inkling for their use, so he continued. "Sticks have two primary uses: they can be used to set broken limbs, and they can be given to a queen during kitting to alleviate pain. Poppy seeds are another painkiller, but they can not be given to a queen. Especially during kitting. One of the attributes of poppy seeds is that they cause cats to fall asleep, and if a queen fell asleep while in labor .. it risks both their life and the kits."

Awaiting a moment to let that sink in, he went on. "Cobwebs are fairly simple. They're primarily used to stop bleeding, and can be used as a binding for poultices and sticks. Depending on the severity of the wound, they can be soaked through -- so just be ready to add more."

"Now dock can be used to make a slippery substance, and if a cat's caught in a trap, that can be rubbed on their pelt to release them. It's also useful for bellyaches and scratches -- it's not an antibiotic like marigold but it serves to soothe them." Taking a break from speaking, the spirit glanced from the medicinal objects to the apprentice. "Did you get all that?"

Ebonypaw's eyes widened as Aconiteheart began to speak before she forced them to go back to their general position. She could end up killing cats if she wasn't careful, something that she wasn't too excited about actually. The she-cat looked at them carefully as he spoke, trying to create a general list in her mind of what the tom was saying, and continued to do so, repeating his words in her mind as he asked if she had gotten all of that.

The she-cat looked up at the tom and nodded.
"Yes. I think." She mewed, and then asked a question that had entered her mind as he spoke. A word that she had not heard before.
"What's marigold?" She figured that they would get to it later, but she was curious about what this plant could do, and also to figure out what an antibiotic was.

She went back to carefully dragging her eyes over the four plants on the floor. She had a good memory if she was trying to remember things, she was just afraid that she would forget one of the important things, like 'do not give a poppy seed to a queen who is kitting', and also to try to remember what each looked like individually.

BEAR.

December 2nd, 2016, 11:34 PM

Brooklyn Trees

December 24th, 2016, 12:45 AM

Brooklyn Trees

Accidentally killing a cat was always a concern, but experience went a long ways, and given time he was certain Ebonypaw would become more comfortable with the idea of her clan-mates lives being in her paws.

"Marigold is a low-grown flower; normally yellow, but you can see it in orange. It's used to stop infections - hence why I referred to it as an antibiotic, but it can also be used for stopping bleeding and treating the inflammation of stiff joints. I would use cobwebs over it for bleeding however; it's more common and does the job just as well! To apply it -- you normally chew it up and spit the juices onto the injury. You can also use it in a poultice, which is a herbal mixture bound to a wound."

"Ah.. oh, yes! Cobwebs are just pressed directly to the wound. Poppy seeds are given orally - that is, they eat it, and dock can be as well if you're using it for bellyaches. You can also chew dock and spit the juices on the scratches that're being bothersome. The juices are also the substance you can rub on pelts to help them escape. You'll come to learn many of these are the same procedure."

"I hope I'm not going too fast..? I know I can ramble off, and I'm not entirely organized, so if there's something that's not making sense, please let me know." It was just - nice to be able to talk to someone again. Shatteredstar didn't exactly provide the best company.

Ebonypaw flicked her ear. She was trying to sort through the new information as quickly as possible and though he was going quite fast she was paying close attention. Not that it wasn't difficult of course, but she had at least retained the information of what those herbs were called, mostly what they were used for and at least a bit of how to apply them. Even with what she had retained from it she probably wouldn't admit if she didn't understand something anyways, she wasnt sure how that would play out but admitting deficiency had never been something that she was particularly good at.

Then again, if she didn't admit her confusion when she came across it then that could result in... Very bad things. She wouldn't doubt her common sense, like the fact that it was probably not a good idea to have somebody eat cobwebs, about those things if it came to that, though her common sense wasn't always very reliable. Actually maybe you were supposed to feed cobwebs to somebody for a specific reason or another? She tried to push away her earlier thought of 'you shouldn't do that' so that it wouldn't counteract her ideas of how she was supposed to do things if she was told otherwise later on.

"I'll let you know." She mewed, not sure if she would keep this half-promise of hers when it actually came to it. She didn't want to put anybody's life on the line but she also didn't want to admit that she could be wrong about something. She decided to push her thoughts away and go over it again if it came to it so that she could spend more time committing the facts that she had just been given to memory. She knew that she had no difficulty remembering things if she was trying to but she didn't want to take any chances for a first time forgetting.

(Sorry if some of my sentences don't make much sense it's a bit late here and for some reason I'm not able to properly construct sentences when I'm tired, which is how one of my essays ended up with 'the symbolization of the symbols symbolizing' one night... I'm going to stop rambling now and just post this XD)

Empress Of Evil

January 13th, 2017, 09:12 AM

Brooklyn Trees

January 13th, 2017, 12:01 PM

Brooklyn Trees Nighty
Auroraflame heaved herself into the Medicine Cat Den, the pungent smell of herbs immediately hit her nose. Not being used to the smell, she wrinkled her nose. On her back, lay an unconcious Cliffheart. She had put him on her back when he fell unconcious. The tom wasn't what she could call 'light as a feather', but he wasn't fat, he was pretty normal. It was quite hard having to walk back with an unconcious cat, for though they wouldn't feel the pain in it, she was scared she might drop him and damage his leg further. "Ebonypaw!", Auroraflame called, her icy blues hues searched the den for the Medicine Cat. It didn't take long for the deputy to find the she cat. "Cliffheart was hunting with me when something happened and he injured his injured leg to the point where he fell unconcious", Auroraflame explained. Now, Auroraflame was quite calm, she wasn't too worried but she did have some concern for the tom. She trusted that Ebonypaw would take care of him well. Having Cliffheart limp on her back made her leg become rather tired, so she spotted a nest and lay him down in it carefully, trying not to hurt the tom.

Ebonypaw pricked her ears at the sudden calling of her name. The tuxedo she-cat was still having difficulty distinguishing the scent of cats over the scent of the many different plants that lay inside the herb store.
The dark she-cat turned around from where she had been silently going through the things that the ancient Starclan tom Aconiteheart had taught her in the sleep-training of the previous night to be sure that she remembered everything that they had gone through. Ebonypaw was surprised to see Auroraflame, the she-cat that she had once spoken to in the territory, standing with an unconscious tom draped across her back.
She followed the older she-cat as she padded across the den and watched the tom being lowered into the moss nest before padding up to the other side of the unconscious tom.
Being unsure as to what exactly was wrong with his leg she remembered back to the night before when she was taught of a few injuries. Carefully, she tested for the still limited amount of leg injuries that she knew of. There could be thousands out there that she was still unaware about.
"Ruptured ligament." She mewed, glancing up at the Skyclan deputy for a moment. She was pretty sure it was a ruptured ligament anyways. She went through a mental recap of what she was supposed to get for a ruptured ligament and then padded over to the herb store again, crouching down next to it and pawing softly at the leaves and flowers trying to find what she was looking for.

goddess of ducks

January 13th, 2017, 01:10 PM

@Brooklyn Trees (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=47) @Nighty (http://warriorcatsonline.com/forums/member.php?u=83)
Auroraflame heaved herself into the Medicine Cat Den, the pungent smell of herbs immediately hit her nose. Not being used to the smell, she wrinkled her nose. On her back, lay an unconcious Cliffheart. She had put him on her back when he fell unconcious. The tom wasn't what she could call 'light as a feather', but he wasn't fat, he was pretty normal. It was quite hard having to walk back with an unconcious cat, for though they wouldn't feel the pain in it, she was scared she might drop him and damage his leg further. "Ebonypaw!", Auroraflame called, her icy blues hues searched the den for the Medicine Cat. It didn't take long for the deputy to find the she cat. "Cliffheart was hunting with me when something happened and he injured his injured leg to the point where he fell unconcious", Auroraflame explained. Now, Auroraflame was quite calm, she wasn't too worried but she did have some concern for the tom. She trusted that Ebonypaw would take care of him well. Having Cliffheart limp on her back made her leg become rather tired, so she spotted a nest and lay him down in it carefully, trying not to hurt the tom.

Ebonypaw pricked her ears at the sudden calling of her name. The tuxedo she-cat was still having difficulty distinguishing the scent of cats over the scent of the many different plants that lay inside the herb store.
The dark she-cat turned around from where she had been silently going through the things that the ancient Starclan tom Aconiteheart had taught her in the sleep-training of the previous night to be sure that she remembered everything that they had gone through. Ebonypaw was surprised to see Auroraflame, the she-cat that she had once spoken to in the territory, standing with an unconscious tom draped across her back.
She followed the older she-cat as she padded across the den and watched the tom being lowered into the moss nest before padding up to the other side of the unconscious tom.
Being unsure as to what exactly was wrong with his leg she remembered back to the night before when she was taught of a few injuries. Carefully, she tested for the still limited amount of leg injuries that she knew of. There could be thousands out there that she was still unaware about.
"Ruptured ligament." She mewed, glancing up at the Skyclan deputy for a moment. She was pretty sure it was a ruptured ligament anyways. She went through a mental recap of what she was supposed to get for a ruptured ligament and then padded over to the herb store again, crouching down next to it and pawing softly at the leaves and flowers trying to find what she was looking for.

Cliffheart's dust tinted body hit the nest where Auroraflame had dropped him off. His frame landed with a small thud. It wasn't much, nor nothing to do damage, but is was enough to shake away the darkness that had rendered him unconscious. He blinked his pastel green eyes a few times, making sure he was sure of what he was seeing. He saw the slightly blurred form of Auroraflame nearby, but something was different. The last thing the tom remembered was him in the territory, loosing the rabbit in the chase. At that moment he realized the throbbing pain, less now than it had been earlier, yet still sore. As he became more aware of his surroundings, the strong pungent scent of herbs wafted across his nose. He lifted his head warily gazing around, catching a glimpse of Ebonypaw's black fur in the shadows as she sorted through her herbs. "Auroraflame?" he asked weakly turning his head towards the deputy. "What exactly happened out there?" He asked. He knew there was pain in his twisted leg, but he didn't have much memory on the subject, nor did he know why his leg had the pain like it did.

Brooklyn Trees

January 13th, 2017, 08:02 PM

goddess of ducks

January 14th, 2017, 10:48 PM

[QUOTE=Nighty;127744]Cliffheart's dust tinted body hit the nest where Auroraflame had dropped him off. His frame landed with a small thud. It wasn't much, nor nothing to do damage, but is was enough to shake away the darkness that had rendered him unconscious. He blinked his pastel green eyes a few times, making sure he was sure of what he was seeing. He saw the slightly blurred form of Auroraflame nearby, but something was different. The last thing the tom remembered was him in the territory, loosing the rabbit in the chase. At that moment he realized the throbbing pain, less now than it had been earlier, yet still sore. As he became more aware of his surroundings, the strong pungent scent of herbs wafted across his nose. He lifted his head warily gazing around, catching a glimpse of Ebonypaw's black fur in the shadows as she sorted through her herbs. "Auroraflame?" he asked weakly turning his head towards the deputy. "What exactly happened out there?" He asked. He knew there was pain in his twisted leg, but he didn't have much memory on the subject, nor did he know why his leg had the pain like it did.
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Ebonypaw continued to paw around her store until she had found the objects that she had been looking for. The nine moon old she-cat began to drag a vine and a few sticks towards the tom, heading around towards the other side of the tom from where Auroraflame stood to access the Tom's twisted leg. She quietly prepared and attached the splint to Cliffheart's leg as she listened to the tom, who seemed to have woken up. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? She asked herself. She saw to that the splint was attached to the tom's leg and went in search of a poppy seed. Poppy seeds for pain. She thought to herself, drawing her pink tongue over the pads of one of her white paws before poking it softly at the small black seeds that lay in the leaf wrap that she had undone.
Cliffharts gaze followed the apprentice as she shuffled around the den pulling out various items and herbs. He watched her, somewhat curiously. He had been slightly interested in healing and medicine as a kit, but quickly lost the passion as he trained to be a warrior, loving the exhilaration it brought him. He loved the freedom of being a warrior, and the freedom and training had wiped all thought of medicine cats. He had been in this cafe a few times, mostly when he was a kit and his leg was first checked over and it was confirmed that the twist would be permanent. Other than that, he had never spent much time in the den itself. He gazed around, his eyes trailing over the roof of the den, and along the back walls where the young medicine cat stored her herbs. He watched as she pulled a long tendrils towards him along with a stick. Rather confused, he cocked his Sandy colored head, wondering what she was about to do. Then as she moved towards his leg, reality struck him, and he knew it was most likely going to hurt when she tightened it. He felt a small sting of pain as she placed the sling around his injured leg, and bit back a cry of agony. He didn't need the medicine cat viewing him as a weak, insufficient cat as well.

Brooklyn Trees

January 15th, 2017, 12:23 PM

[QUOTE=Brooklyn Trees;128520]
Cliffharts gaze followed the apprentice as she shuffled around the den pulling out various items and herbs. He watched her, somewhat curiously. He had been slightly interested in healing and medicine as a kit, but quickly lost the passion as he trained to be a warrior, loving the exhilaration it brought him. He loved the freedom of being a warrior, and the freedom and training had wiped all thought of medicine cats. He had been in this cafe a few times, mostly when he was a kit and his leg was first checked over and it was confirmed that the twist would be permanent. Other than that, he had never spent much time in the den itself. He gazed around, his eyes trailing over the roof of the den, and along the back walls where the young medicine cat stored her herbs. He watched as she pulled a long tendrils towards him along with a stick. Rather confused, he cocked his Sandy colored head, wondering what she was about to do. Then as she moved towards his leg, reality struck him, and he knew it was most likely going to hurt when she tightened it. He felt a small sting of pain as she placed the sling around his injured leg, and bit back a cry of agony. He didn't need the medicine cat viewing him as a weak, insufficient cat as well.

Ebonypaw padded over, walking slightly lopsided as she tried not to crush the poppy seed that she had on her paw, walking up beside the deputy and extending her paw to him. The young feline had been silent until then, trying to draw as much from her memories as possible so that she didn't shmuck up with the splint. Now that the splint was on now though, she wasn't thinking as much. She had a good memory anyways, but still...
"Here, eat this. It's a poppy seed, it'll help with the pain." She mewed, leaving her paw extended for the tom to lap up the small black orb. She certainly wasn't very professional, but she was only nine moons old. As for brief speech, she thought he may want to know what he was eating, since she had no clue what the commonly known herbs were, having not been a warrior apprentice for much more than a moon, and speaking quickly since she wasn't really sure what she was supposed to do next or how else to explain a poppy seed. She swept her long black tail along the ground behind her as she often did.

(Is Cliffheart going to stay in the medicine den or in the warriors den now that he is going to have to have limited to no mobility?)

goddess of ducks

January 15th, 2017, 09:58 PM

[QUOTE=Nighty;130830]

Ebonypaw padded over, walking slightly lopsided as she tried not to crush the poppy seed that she had on her paw, walking up beside the deputy and extending her paw to him. The young feline had been silent until then, trying to draw as much from her memories as possible so that she didn't shmuck up with the splint. Now that the splint was on now though, she wasn't thinking as much. She had a good memory anyways, but still...
"Here, eat this. It's a poppy seed, it'll help with the pain." She mewed, leaving her paw extended for the tom to lap up the small black orb. She certainly wasn't very professional, but she was only nine moons old. As for brief speech, she thought he may want to know what he was eating, since she had no clue what the commonly known herbs were, having not been a warrior apprentice for much more than a moon, and speaking quickly since she wasn't really sure what she was supposed to do next or how else to explain a poppy seed. She swept her long black tail along the ground behind her as she often did.

(Is Cliffheart going to stay in the medicine den or in the warriors den now that he is going to have to have limited to no mobility?)
[Umm, would you mind if he stayed in the medicine den? I'm not sure what you have planned for when the green cough epidemic arrives in the Clan, but I signed Cliff up for that too. Haha I'm so mean to my cats]
Cliffheart's leg was feeling better, the pressure was noticeably changing the amount of pain that his body let seep through. He grunted a little as he shifted when Ebonypaw moved around. He shifted into a more upright position now, rather than laying sprawled out on his side. He offered up an encouraging smile for Ebonypaw, hoping to give the young cat a vote of confidence, in case she needed it. Now that he was here, watching her deal with his leg and any others issues she had dealt with and would deal with in the future, he felt bad for her. He knew no apprentice, especially one who was training as a medicine cat should have to train without a mentor. Sure he knew that she had training from a Starclan cat, because they obviously wouldn't leave the Clan with a self taught medicine cat who did guess work. "Thank you Ebonypaw." He said as he stick out his rough tongue to lick the small seed. He didn't really remember his last experience with poppy seeds, but knew they weren't horrible. Much better than many of the other herbs, with their pungent smells and acrid tastes. He was thankful, that either the seed was too small to taste, or it had no taste at all. Either way he was happy for the fact that he wouldn't have to choke down the smelly herbs. "So, uhh, Ebonypaw?" He started off awkwardly. Although, now that he had begun his questions, he wasn't sure if he wanted the answers. "What's wrong with my leg? Wil I be able to walk again?" He asked, his voice laced over with worry that he tried desperately to suppress, although he failed quiet miserably at it.

Brooklyn Trees

January 16th, 2017, 12:54 AM

[QUOTE=Brooklyn Trees;131764]
[Umm, would you mind if he stayed in the medicine den? I'm not sure what you have planned for when the green cough epidemic arrives in the Clan, but I signed Cliff up for that too. Haha I'm so mean to my cats]
Cliffheart's leg was feeling better, the pressure was noticeably changing the amount of pain that his body let seep through. He grunted a little as he shifted when Ebonypaw moved around. He shifted into a more upright position now, rather than laying sprawled out on his side. He offered up an encouraging smile for Ebonypaw, hoping to give the young cat a vote of confidence, in case she needed it. Now that he was here, watching her deal with his leg and any others issues she had dealt with and would deal with in the future, he felt bad for her. He knew no apprentice, especially one who was training as a medicine cat should have to train without a mentor. Sure he knew that she had training from a Starclan cat, because they obviously wouldn't leave the Clan with a self taught medicine cat who did guess work. "Thank you Ebonypaw." He said as he stick out his rough tongue to lick the small seed. He didn't really remember his last experience with poppy seeds, but knew they weren't horrible. Much better than many of the other herbs, with their pungent smells and acrid tastes. He was thankful, that either the seed was too small to taste, or it had no taste at all. Either way he was happy for the fact that he wouldn't have to choke down the smelly herbs. "So, uhh, Ebonypaw?" He started off awkwardly. Although, now that he had begun his questions, he wasn't sure if he wanted the answers. "What's wrong with my leg? Wil I be able to walk again?" He asked, his voice laced over with worry that he tried desperately to suppress, although he failed quiet miserably at it.

(I don't mind =^^= And aren't we all mean to our cats in one way or another? I am, especially Bugpaw and Gingerwish for some reason.)
(Wait, epidemic? When is this supposed to happen?)

Ebonypaw returned her paw to the floor after he had consumed the seed, not entirely sure as to what she was supposed to do after this. Was there something that she was supposed to do? She flicked an ear as he spoke, asking questions. She could answer questions, which was at least something rather than just nothing.
"Your ligament's ruptured." She mewed, sweeping her tail along the ground again.
"And you will most likely walk again." I'm pretty sure. "Though you are going to have to let it heal." The tuxedo cat sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws as she watched the tom. He sounded worried, maybe the poppy seed wasn't effecting him, or just wasn't yet, or maybe one didn't relax you... She still had a bit to learn about poppy seeds. These things were what came to mind rather than the fact that this tom was worried about what was going to happen to him. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? She had never really been good with comforting, so she wasn't entirely sure how to reassure him that he would most likely walk again, so she disnt. Maybe that was just to simplify it or maybe it was just because she didn't want to admit that she had no idea how to even begin doing that. Lack had never been something that she was good at accepting in herself.

goddess of ducks

January 16th, 2017, 03:31 PM

[QUOTE=Nighty;133019]

(I don't mind =^^= And aren't we all mean to our cats in one way or another? I am, especially Bugpaw and Gingerwish for some reason.)
(Wait, epidemic? When is this supposed to happen?)

Ebonypaw returned her paw to the floor after he had consumed the seed, not entirely sure as to what she was supposed to do after this. Was there something that she was supposed to do? She flicked an ear as he spoke, asking questions. She could answer questions, which was at least something rather than just nothing.
"Your ligament's ruptured." She mewed, sweeping her tail along the ground again.
"And you will most likely walk again." I'm pretty sure. "Though you are going to have to let it heal." The tuxedo cat sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws as she watched the tom. He sounded worried, maybe the poppy seed wasn't effecting him, or just wasn't yet, or maybe one didn't relax you... She still had a bit to learn about poppy seeds. These things were what came to mind rather than the fact that this tom was worried about what was going to happen to him. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? She had never really been good with comforting, so she wasn't entirely sure how to reassure him that he would most likely walk again, so she disnt. Maybe that was just to simplify it or maybe it was just because she didn't want to admit that she had no idea how to even begin doing that. Lack had never been something that she was good at accepting in herself.
(Yes, my kitties go through varying amounts of torture xD)
(And the epidemic is a plot thing where greencough is sweeping the Clans. They can be found in the plot resources, I'm not too sure because I think it has to sweep through Shadowclan, then Riverclan, then finally Skyclan)
Cliffheart wasn't exactly sure what a ruptured ligament was, but obviously it wasn't good news. AS she told him that he would have to take some time off, he sighed. He didn't want to stay still. He wanted to serve his Clan. He wanted to show them that he was capable, that he wasn't hindered by his malformity. Frustrated though, he understood that it was hindering him. Right now it was stopping him from running through the territory, hunting and protecting his Clan. He could tell the uncertainty and uneasiness in Ebonypaw's expression and vocal tone. He nodded his head in acceptance. "Alright, so I suppose I'll be staying in here for a while?" he asked, disappointment was noticeable in his tone. He didn't want this, and he certainly didn't ask for it. But at least Ebonypaw had said that he would be able to walk again. Which meant he wouldn't have to retire and become the youngest elder there was, in probably all the Clans.

Brooklyn Trees

January 16th, 2017, 03:58 PM

[QUOTE=Brooklyn Trees;133262]
(Yes, my kitties go through varying amounts of torture xD)
(And the epidemic is a plot thing where greencough is sweeping the Clans. They can be found in the plot resources, I'm not too sure because I think it has to sweep through Shadowclan, then Riverclan, then finally Skyclan)
Cliffheart wasn't exactly sure what a ruptured ligament was, but obviously it wasn't good news. AS she told him that he would have to take some time off, he sighed. He didn't want to stay still. He wanted to serve his Clan. He wanted to show them that he was capable, that he wasn't hindered by his malformity. Frustrated though, he understood that it was hindering him. Right now it was stopping him from running through the territory, hunting and protecting his Clan. He could tell the uncertainty and uneasiness in Ebonypaw's expression and vocal tone. He nodded his head in acceptance. "Alright, so I suppose I'll be staying in here for a while?" he asked, disappointment was noticeable in his tone. He didn't want this, and he certainly didn't ask for it. But at least Ebonypaw had said that he would be able to walk again. Which meant he wouldn't have to retire and become the youngest elder there was, in probably all the Clans.

"Yes." The dark feline mewed. She felt uneasy, but being herself and herself not wanting to appear lacking or uncertain to anyone she didn't let it show, not that she was exactly sure how to show it. Expressing herself was one of the things that she was not too good at. At least confidence was something she could generally fake if needed. He would definitely live though and therefor she felt that she had done her job, not that a ruptured ligament would have killed him. She flicked the tip of her tail lightly against her pale paws and tried to read the expression that Cliffheart wore. Being herself though she failed at reading his expression, having no idea how you go about reading someone else's feelings from their face or eyes or voice.

goddess of ducks

January 16th, 2017, 10:27 PM

[QUOTE=Nighty;134185]

"Yes." The dark feline mewed. She felt uneasy, but being herself and herself not wanting to appear lacking or uncertain to anyone she didn't let it show, not that she was exactly sure how to show it. Expressing herself was one of the things that she was not too good at. At least confidence was something she could generally fake if needed. He would definitely live though and therefor she felt that she had done her job, not that a ruptured ligament would have killed him. She flicked the tip of her tail lightly against her pale paws and tried to read the expression that Cliffheart wore. Being herself though she failed at reading his expression, having no idea how you go about reading someone else's feelings from their face or eyes or voice.

Cliffheart nodded absent mindedly. He was beginning to feel drowsy, no more alert like usual. What was it that poppyseed a did? He wasn't too sure, nor did his mind feel like working to remember it. "Thanks Ebonypaw." He meowed sluggishly, his words slightly slurred as he felt his brain shutting down, forcing him to lie his head back into the sift nest, drifting into sleep. This time though he slept peacefully, his dreams filled with hunting trips, flawless runs, things that only happened in dream like scenarios. As he raced along, chasing the same rabbit that he had attempted to catch earlier, he grew nervous as he remembered the spot where he had tripped on the root, leading to his ruptured ligament. He braced for the impact, ready for the pain again, but it never came, he kept running. Surprised he ou pished onwards, gaining on the hare and it fled from his thundering paws. Finally he was close enough to knock it off balance, sending it sprawling. He jumped in it and ended it with a swift bite. As he picked it up and turned to head back to Auroraflame, blackness shrouded the vision, reminding him self consciously that it was a dream and only a dream.

Brooklyn Trees

January 16th, 2017, 11:19 PM

Cliffheart nodded absent mindedly. He was beginning to feel drowsy, no more alert like usual. What was it that poppyseed a did? He wasn't too sure, nor did his mind feel like working to remember it. "Thanks Ebonypaw." He meowed sluggishly, his words slightly slurred as he felt his brain shutting down, forcing him to lie his head back into the sift nest, drifting into sleep. This time though he slept peacefully, his dreams filled with hunting trips, flawless runs, things that only happened in dream like scenarios. As he raced along, chasing the same rabbit that he had attempted to catch earlier, he grew nervous as he remembered the spot where he had tripped on the root, leading to his ruptured ligament. He braced for the impact, ready for the pain again, but it never came, he kept running. Surprised he ou pished onwards, gaining on the hare and it fled from his thundering paws. Finally he was close enough to knock it off balance, sending it sprawling. He jumped in it and ended it with a swift bite. As he picked it up and turned to head back to Auroraflame, blackness shrouded the vision, reminding him self consciously that it was a dream and only a dream.

Ebonypaw watched him drift off, slightly surprised that a single poppy seed had done that. Then again shock or pain could also have made him pass out again, right? She blinked and then turned to look back at Auroraflame (not entirely sure if she is still here or not.) before leaving the tom to his unconsciousness because she had realized that she had forgotten something.
The tuxedo she-cat nestled down, paws tucked beneath her and began to reveal the poppy seeds leaf wrap up again, since that had been something she had forgotten. She had unwrapped it and taken a seed and then just left it open on the floor. She wasn't sure if that was a conscious decision or if she had decided at all to do so.

(Would you mind if I start her role playing with another cat now that Cliff is unconscious?)

goddess of ducks

January 17th, 2017, 04:15 AM

Ebonypaw watched him drift off, slightly surprised that a single poppy seed had done that. Then again shock or pain could also have made him pass out again, right? She blinked and then turned to look back at Auroraflame (not entirely sure if she is still here or not.) before leaving the tom to his unconsciousness because she had realized that she had forgotten something.
The tuxedo she-cat nestled down, paws tucked beneath her and began to reveal the poppy seeds leaf wrap up again, since that had been something she had forgotten. She had unwrapped it and taken a seed and then just left it open on the floor. She wasn't sure if that was a conscious decision or if she had decided at all to do so.

(Would you mind if I start her role playing with another cat now that Cliff is unconscious?)
[Nope, go ahead. I may have him wake up every once in a while and he'll watch her as she treats others, but that's about it]

Brooklyn Trees

January 17th, 2017, 07:08 PM

[Nope, go ahead. I may have him wake up every once in a while and he'll watch her as she treats others, but that's about it]
(Mkay then =^^=)

judas

January 18th, 2017, 06:57 AM

Brooklyn Trees

January 18th, 2017, 01:37 PM

The brown kit stumbled her way in the den. Her paws wabbled beneath her as she tried to catch herself, hoping that none of the herbs were knocked over. Fawnkit looked up, seeing that the only thing she knocked down was her balance. Fawnkit sniffed around the den, the sent if herbs was thick, but in a way quiet calming. She scrambled deeper into the den, looking for the medicine cat apprentice. Her green orbs flickered from one pile if herbs to the next. They all seem stacked nicely, maybe one or two out of place. Soon she desided to call for Ebonypaw, hoping she wouldn't annoy the other cats. "Ebonypaw?" She mewed softly, she crept in until she was near the middle of the herb sented den. "Hello?"

Ebonypaw's ears flicked up and she rose partially from where she had been rewrapping the leaf wrap around the poppy seeds in the herb store. She had thought she had heard something before, though she had thought that perhaps it was Cliffheart shifting in his sleep since the young feline still had difficulty differentiating the scent of cats in the herb-thick air of the den.
The tuxedo spotted the source of the voice fairly quickly, a brown kit standing near the center of the den.
"Yes?" She asked. The kit didn't look particularly injured or actually at all injured or sick so she continued to fold the confusing package of the leaf between her white paws.

judas

January 18th, 2017, 03:28 PM

Ebonypaw's ears flicked up and she rose partially from where she had been rewrapping the leaf wrap around the poppy seeds in the herb store. She had thought she had heard something before, though she had thought that perhaps it was Cliffheart shifting in his sleep since the young feline still had difficulty differentiating the scent of cats in the herb-thick air of the den.
The tuxedo spotted the source of the voice fairly quickly, a brown kit standing near the center of the den.
"Yes?" She asked. The kit didn't look particularly injured or actually at all injured or sick so she continued to fold the confusing package of the leaf between her white paws.
Fawnkit let out a small sigh of relief. The cat didn't seem mad she had come in. But being in front of a high rank cat made her paws tingle with happyness and fear. Fawnkit shifted her paws, "I just wanted to maybe help out and ask a few things, if you aren't to busy." She mewed. Fawnkit looked up at Ebonypaw, if the cat had the paicence to listen to her questions the the lest she could do was help. Fawnkit knew she could ask difficult questions at some times. But if Ebonypaw could only have a quick chat, Fawnkit would just have to ask the question that had been haunting her mind. She shifted her gaze over to what Ebonypaw had been doing. It seemed she had been rapping some sort of seeds in a leaf. Her green orbs flickered with curiosity. Why was she rapping the seeds? What kind of leaf was that? The questions buzzed around her mind. Fawnkit flicked her tail, hardly holding in the questions she so desperately wanted to blurt out.

Brooklyn Trees

January 18th, 2017, 06:21 PM

Fawnkit let out a small sigh of relief. The cat didn't seem mad she had come in. But being in front of a high rank cat made her paws tingle with happyness and fear. Fawnkit shifted her paws, "I just wanted to maybe help out and ask a few things, if you aren't to busy." She mewed. Fawnkit looked up at Ebonypaw, if the cat had the paicence to listen to her questions the the lest she could do was help. Fawnkit knew she could ask difficult questions at some times. But if Ebonypaw could only have a quick chat, Fawnkit would just have to ask the question that had been haunting her mind. She shifted her gaze over to what Ebonypaw had been doing. It seemed she had been rapping some sort of seeds in a leaf. Her green orbs flickered with curiosity. Why was she rapping the seeds? What kind of leaf was that? The questions buzzed around her mind. Fawnkit flicked her tail, hardly holding in the questions she so desperately wanted to blurt out.

Ebonypaw looked back down at the small black seeds on the half-open leaf between her paws and then returned her gaze to the kit. She was apprehensive of letting the kit near the herbs, since she had been a kit and leaves had been very fun to shred apart or play with.
"I'm... Not sure if it's such a good idea for you to help me, and there isn't really much to help with, but if you're quiet so you don't wake Cliffheart you can ask some questions." She told the younger she-cat, her blue eyes licerong momentarily over to the unconscious feline form before returning to the other cat. She had never had a cat stay in the den before and somehow it seemed kind of... Weird, like most new things were when they first began.

judas

January 18th, 2017, 08:03 PM

Ebonypaw looked back down at the small black seeds on the half-open leaf between her paws and then returned her gaze to the kit. She was apprehensive of letting the kit near the herbs, since she had been a kit and leaves had been very fun to shred apart or play with.
"I'm... Not sure if it's such a good idea for you to help me, and there isn't really much to help with, but if you're quiet so you don't wake Cliffheart you can ask some questions." She told the younger she-cat, her blue eyes licerong momentarily over to the unconscious feline form before returning to the other cat. She had never had a cat stay in the den before and somehow it seemed kind of... Weird, like most new things were when they first began.
Fawnkit looked over at Cliffheart, then back at Evonypaw. She began to wonder even more things. Why was Cliffheart in here? Why couldn't she help? Fawnkit already knew one thing. Ebonypaw most likely didn't want her to help because if her age. Most kits seemed to fight with leafs. Fawnkit usually just collected the pale purple ones and hid them in her nest. She didn't see why they would destroy such a pretty thing. Starfall's question still echoed her mind as she quietly padded closer to the apprentice in effort to not wake the other cats. She managed to sit quietly, keeping her claws sheath. Holding her breath, Fawnkit asked her first question. "If your a apprentice, who trains you?" She quietly squeaked. She shifted her paws, there were a few rumors about who had been training her, but Fawnkit wanted a direct answer.

Brooklyn Trees

January 18th, 2017, 08:24 PM

Fawnkit looked over at Cliffheart, then back at Evonypaw. She began to wonder even more things. Why was Cliffheart in here? Why couldn't she help? Fawnkit already knew one thing. Ebonypaw most likely didn't want her to help because if her age. Most kits seemed to fight with leafs. Fawnkit usually just collected the pale purple ones and hid them in her nest. She didn't see why they would destroy such a pretty thing. Starfall's question still echoed her mind as she quietly padded closer to the apprentice in effort to not wake the other cats. She managed to sit quietly, keeping her claws sheath. Holding her breath, Fawnkit asked her first question. "If your a apprentice, who trains you?" She quietly squeaked. She shifted her paws, there were a few rumors about who had been training her, but Fawnkit wanted a direct answer.

Ebonypaw waited, watching the brown she-cat lad closed and then sit down before she shifted her gaze back to the leaf between her paws and continued to try to get it wrapped up again.
The first question was at least one that she could answer, which she was very glad about. Being only nine moons old and still largely inexperienced in medicine she didn't know much, let alone anything that could really be questioned, about the world in general, and wasn't really sure what all of the herbs in the debwere or if she was allowed to give the information to someone else. Things that she had not thought about when she told the Kit that she could ask questions.
"Aconiteheart." She replied simply, not taking her eyes from the poppy seeds.

judas

January 18th, 2017, 08:58 PM

Ebonypaw waited, watching the brown she-cat lad closed and then sit down before she shifted her gaze back to the leaf between her paws and continued to try to get it wrapped up again.
The first question was at least one that she could answer, which she was very glad about. Being only nine moons old and still largely inexperienced in medicine she didn't know much, let alone anything that could really be questioned, about the world in general, and wasn't really sure what all of the herbs in the debwere or if she was allowed to give the information to someone else. Things that she had not thought about when she told the Kit that she could ask questions.
"Aconiteheart." She replied simply, not taking her eyes from the poppy seeds.
Fawnkit nodded, flicking her gaze over to the stores of herbs. She turned her ears at Ebonypaw. She didn't want to bother the cat with to many questions. So she just thought maybe Starclan sent this 'Aconiteheart.' Fawnkit curled her tail tightly around her paws, sitting straight up. She looked over at Ebonypaw. Afraid of how that cat would react, she keep her tone low. "Did Starclan choose you, or did the leader?" Even if it was just the leader, Ebonypaw seemed to be a good medicine cat. Fawnkit looked at Ebonypaw's paws, seeing she was trying to fold the leaf. Fawnkit shifted her paws as if she was doing the same. I wonder why she would do that, Fawnkit thought. She stopped, tucking her paws back. She sniffed the air, but it only seemed to be herbs. Fawnkit let out a small smile. This place was kind of nice. No wonder Ebonypaw was a medicine cat.

Brooklyn Trees

January 19th, 2017, 11:37 AM

Fawnkit nodded, flicking her gaze over to the stores of herbs. She turned her ears at Ebonypaw. She didn't want to bother the cat with to many questions. So she just thought maybe Starclan sent this 'Aconiteheart.' Fawnkit curled her tail tightly around her paws, sitting straight up. She looked over at Ebonypaw. Afraid of how that cat would react, she keep her tone low. "Did Starclan choose you, or did the leader?" Even if it was just the leader, Ebonypaw seemed to be a good medicine cat. Fawnkit looked at Ebonypaw's paws, seeing she was trying to fold the leaf. Fawnkit shifted her paws as if she was doing the same. I wonder why she would do that, Fawnkit thought. She stopped, tucking her paws back. She sniffed the air, but it only seemed to be herbs. Fawnkit let out a small smile. This place was kind of nice. No wonder Ebonypaw was a medicine cat.

Ebonypaw glanced sideways at the brown she-cat who was sitting beside her momentarily before returning her eyes to the leaf, which she had paused in wrapping.
"There was a sign." She mewed, licking her chest lightly before going back to wrapping up the leaf.
The tuxedo finished wrapping it, glad at the fact it would stay together, and pawed it back into the herb store among the other leaves and leaf wraps that it held.

judas

January 19th, 2017, 03:09 PM

Ebonypaw glanced sideways at the brown she-cat who was sitting beside her momentarily before returning her eyes to the leaf, which she had paused in wrapping.
"There was a sign." She mewed, licking her chest lightly before going back to wrapping up the leaf.
The tuxedo finished wrapping it, glad at the fact it would stay together, and pawed it back into the herb store among the other leaves and leaf wraps that it held.
Fawnkit leaned over to see what Ebonypaw had been doing. Her ears narrowed forward. She sat back up, beginning to question more things. Her gaze flickered back to Ebonypaw. She ignored the other questions that pushed against her muzzle. She looked over at The leaf rap. "Why were you rapping that? Will they go bad if you don't?" She asked. Fawnkit let her stiff posture fade out. She was sure Ebonypaw wouldn't get upset as a wuestion as simple as that.

Brooklyn Trees

January 19th, 2017, 03:21 PM

Fawnkit leaned over to see what Ebonypaw had been doing. Her ears narrowed forward. She sat back up, beginning to question more things. Her gaze flickered back to Ebonypaw. She ignored the other questions that pushed against her muzzle. She looked over at The leaf rap. "Why were you rapping that? Will they go bad if you don't?" She asked. Fawnkit let her stiff posture fade out. She was sure Ebonypaw wouldn't get upset as a wuestion as simple as that.

Ebonypaw blinked slowly and then pulled her forelegs back under her body and turning to face Fawnkit, pushing herself up into a sitting position.
"Mainly just so they don't roll around and get lost." The tuxedo cat mewed, flicking an ear and wrapping her tail around her paws once she had finished speaking. It was weird to be taller than another cat when sitting, she hadn't really interacted much with kits since she left the nursery and she found it a bit weird to look down rather than up are or just directly at those who you were speaking to.

judas

January 19th, 2017, 03:52 PM

Ebonypaw blinked slowly and then pulled her forelegs back under her body and turning to face Fawnkit, pushing herself up into a sitting position.
"Mainly just so they don't roll around and get lost." The tuxedo cat mewed, flicking an ear and wrapping her tail around her paws once she had finished speaking. It was weird to be taller than another cat when sitting, she hadn't really interacted much with kits since she left the nursery and she found it a bit weird to look down rather than up are or just directly at those who you were speaking to.
Fawnkit nodded, that made since. She looked over more. Curiosity flickered in her eyes. She hardly knew anything about herbs, it was nice to see Ebonypaw knew a lot about herbs. The brown kit let out a small purr as she began to ask her next question. "What was it like when you first walked in as a medicine cat apprentice?" Fawnkit asked. She shuffled her paws, ready to blurt out multiple questions. She had to wait, just wait. Fawnkit looked up at Ebonypaw, her face beeming with questions.

Brooklyn Trees

January 19th, 2017, 05:44 PM

Fawnkit nodded, that made since. She looked over more. Curiosity flickered in her eyes. She hardly knew anything about herbs, it was nice to see Ebonypaw knew a lot about herbs. The brown kit let out a small purr as she began to ask her next question. "What was it like when you first walked in as a medicine cat apprentice?" Fawnkit asked. She shuffled her paws, ready to blurt out multiple questions. She had to wait, just wait. Fawnkit looked up at Ebonypaw, her face beeming with questions.

Ebonypaw scanned the young feline with her blue orbs, watching how she moved. She honestly had no clue if they looked excited or not, their voice sounded excited though. Excited about what? She flicked an ear as she shook away the thoughts. How exactly was she going to answer that question? Ebonypaw was generally very quiet about her own feelings and didn't often tell them to somebody else, so she decided to instead find a loophole in the question.
"Pretty much exactly like this." She meowed, sweeping her tail partway up and then settling it back down against her paws to gesture at the surrounding area that was the den.

judas

January 19th, 2017, 06:26 PM

Ebonypaw scanned the young feline with her blue orbs, watching how she moved. She honestly had no clue if they looked excited or not, their voice sounded excited though. Excited about what? She flicked an ear as she shook away the thoughts. How exactly was she going to answer that question? Ebonypaw was generally very quiet about her own feelings and didn't often tell them to somebody else, so she decided to instead find a loophole in the question.
"Pretty much exactly like this." She meowed, sweeping her tail partway up and then settling it back down against her paws to gesture at the surrounding area that was the den.
Fawnkit giggled, crouching down as if she was about to pounce. "Not like that silly!" She purred, her eyes shining with playfulness. She waved her tail, "I mean like, happy, sad, upset,nervousided?" She mewed. Fawnkit used a word she had made up, flicking her ear. (Sorry it's short, writers block)

Brooklyn Trees

January 19th, 2017, 06:31 PM

Fawnkit giggled, crouching down as if she was about to pounce. "Not like that silly!" She purred, her eyes shining with playfulness. She waved her tail, "I mean like, happy, sad, upset,nervousided?" She mewed. Fawnkit used a word she had made up, flicking her ear. (Sorry it's short, writers block)

(It's fine =^^=)

Ebonypaw shot her ears up, looking over at Cliffheart in his nest and then back at the kit.
"Please be quiet." She mewed, and then sighed. Of course this cat would want to know how she had felt when she first entered the den. Just her luck. She however had absolutely no clue what Nervousided meant and so ignored that part. None of those fit exactly what she had felt and she still didn't feel like it was a good idea to tell anybody what she felt, since she believed that this made her too open or too weak in other's eyes as well as her own.
"It's complicated." She answered, tucking her paws beneath her tail nearly together and continuing to study the kit.

judas

January 19th, 2017, 08:01 PM

(It's fine =^^=)

Ebonypaw shot her ears up, looking over at Cliffheart in his nest and then back at the kit.
"Please be quiet." She mewed, and then sighed. Of course this cat would want to know how she had felt when she first entered the den. Just her luck. She however had absolutely no clue what Nervousided meant and so ignored that part. None of those fit exactly what she had felt and she still didn't feel like it was a good idea to tell anybody what she felt, since she believed that this made her too open or too weak in other's eyes as well as her own.
"It's complicated." She answered, tucking her paws beneath her tail nearly together and continuing to study the kit.
Fawnkit clamped her mouth shut. She quietly scrambled to sit up. "Sorry..." She mumbled, looking back to make sure Cliffheart hadn't woken up. She aloud her fur to lay flat, curling her tail tightly around her paws. She looked back up at Ebonypaw. Her smile turned back into her serous gaze that she almost always had. She sort of knew where Ebonypaw was going with this. Her gaze darkened as she remembered the bullying that goes on with her. Her father had left her and her mother, now she was afraid of her moms new mate. Who ever that might be. Fawnkit let out a depressed, small sigh from her muzzle. Her tail curled tighter around her paws as if she was hugging herself. Fawnkit shook her pelt slightly, looking down at her paws before gazing back up at Ebonypaw. She always wanted to be accepted by others, mainly because her father had left her alone with her mother. Couldn't Ebonypaw see? She just wanted to help... Just learn a few things or two about the cat. Maybe sort a few leafs into piles. She got up, turning back over to the place she had come from. Letting her tail drop slightly, she looked over her shoulder to Ebonypaw. "I better go, you look like you have some work to do, I shouldn't be in here, getting under your paws. Thanks Ebonypaw." She quietly mewed.

Brooklyn Trees

January 20th, 2017, 12:06 AM

Fawnkit clamped her mouth shut. She quietly scrambled to sit up. "Sorry..." She mumbled, looking back to make sure Cliffheart hadn't woken up. She aloud her fur to lay flat, curling her tail tightly around her paws. She looked back up at Ebonypaw. Her smile turned back into her serous gaze that she almost always had. She sort of knew where Ebonypaw was going with this. Her gaze darkened as she remembered the bullying that goes on with her. Her father had left her and her mother, now she was afraid of her moms new mate. Who ever that might be. Fawnkit let out a depressed, small sigh from her muzzle. Her tail curled tighter around her paws as if she was hugging herself. Fawnkit shook her pelt slightly, looking down at her paws before gazing back up at Ebonypaw. She always wanted to be accepted by others, mainly because her father had left her alone with her mother. Couldn't Ebonypaw see? She just wanted to help... Just learn a few things or two about the cat. Maybe sort a few leafs into piles. She got up, turning back over to the place she had come from. Letting her tail drop slightly, she looked over her shoulder to Ebonypaw. "I better go, you look like you have some work to do, I'm should be in here, getting under your paws. Thanks Ebonypaw." She quietly mewed.

Uuuuh... Was she being silly or did she actually believe what she was saying? It was in times like these that the tuxedo wished that she could read facial or body cues. Voice tone was a bit different though, the kit sounded kind of rejected.
Had she rejected Fawnkit? She didn't really remember rejecting her, she just didn't let her in, but Ebonypaw never really let anybody in. Nobody had ever seemed to be particularly bothered about this in the past, not that she could really tell.
What exactly was she supposed to do about this? If the kit wanted to go then that was fine, if she didn't then maybe she was supposed to do something about it? Like what? People skills were something that Ebonypaw was extremely lacking in. She unfurled her tail from around her paws and, thinking quickly, found a way to answer the kit.
"You didn't get under my paws." She mewed. The kit could stay if she really wanted to but she wasn't sure how many more questions she could loophole her way through if Fawnkit had found it interesting to follow a questioning topic of more... Personal information. If the kit wanted to leave though then that was up to her, she just didn't want we to feel totally rejected and she still didn't want to open up to her.

judas

January 20th, 2017, 04:48 PM

Uuuuh... Was she being silly or did she actually believe what she was saying? It was in times like these that the tuxedo wished that she could read facial or body cues. Voice tone was a bit different though, the kit sounded kind of rejected.
Had she rejected Fawnkit? She didn't really remember rejecting her, she just didn't let her in, but Ebonypaw never really let anybody in. Nobody had ever seemed to be particularly bothered about this in the past, not that she could really tell.
What exactly was she supposed to do about this? If the kit wanted to go then that was fine, if she didn't then maybe she was supposed to do something about it? Like what? People skills were something that Ebonypaw was extremely lacking in. She unfurled her tail from around her paws and, thinking quickly, found a way to answer the kit.
"You didn't get under my paws." She mewed. The kit could stay if she really wanted to but she wasn't sure how many more questions she could loophole her way through if Fawnkit had found it interesting to follow a questioning topic of more... Personal information. If the kit wanted to leave though then that was up to her, she just didn't want we to feel totally rejected and she still didn't want to open up to her.
Fawnkit flicked her ears, turning back until her eyes met Ebonypaw's gaze. She quietly walked back over. She rapped her tan tail around her paws. She had to think hard, this couldn't be a too personal question. Ebonypaw might send her away. She tilted her head, studying Ebonypaw's posture. "Your not used to Kits just walking up to you, are you?" She mewed. Fawnkit shook her head, "Sorry, Ignore that," She mumbled. Fawnkit thought for a moment, "Okay, I have a good question. How do you remember all these herbs and stuff? It seems like they go for miles." She said, Glancing back to make sure Cliffheart didn't here her. She made sure she was quiet. Leting a quiet purr rise in her throat, she looked up at Ebonypaw before muting her purr.

Brooklyn Trees

January 20th, 2017, 06:00 PM

Fawnkit flicked her ears, turning back until her eyes met Ebonypaw's gaze. She quietly walked back over. She rapped her tan tail around her paws. She had to think hard, this couldn't be a too personal question. Ebonypaw might send her away. She tilted her head, studying Ebonypaw's posture. "Your not used to Kits just walking up to you, are you?" She mewed. Fawnkit shook her head, "Sorry, Ignore that," She mumbled. Fawnkit thought for a moment, "Okay, I have a good question. How do you remember all these herbs and stuff? It seems like they go for miles." She said, Glancing back to make sure Cliffheart didn't here her. She made sure she was quiet. Leting a quiet purr rise in her throat, she looked up at Ebonypaw before muting her purr.

Ebonypaw watched the kit pad back towards her and join her on the floor again. Apparently she had been feeling rejected. The tuxedo flicked an ear, watching the kit and what she was doing.
The first question had surprised her, since she had momentarily forgotten that, unlike her, most others knew how to read body language. She was about to open her maw when the kit brushed aside that question of hers. Was she catching on that Ebonypaw wasn't going to talk about her feelings? Was that a good thing or a bad thing? She shook these thoughts away with a subtle flick of her tail and tried to make her face unreadable.
A new question, still, somewhat unfornately, about herself, but they were still at least things that she could actually answer. She sighed inwardly, trying to keep herself unreadable outwards, and was about to respond when the kit turned back to face her and her purr cut off.
Had she been being frightening to the kit or mean? She blinked slowly and then began to speak, to the kit again, answering the new question.
"Because I want to." She mewed. "If I didn't want to remember then I wouldn't remember." It had always made sense to her, and that was the way she had become. Pay attention, remember the important things, forget the things that are not.

judas

January 20th, 2017, 08:33 PM

Ebonypaw watched the kit pad back towards her and join her on the floor again. Apparently she had been feeling rejected. The tuxedo flicked an ear, watching the kit and what she was doing.
The first question had surprised her, since she had momentarily forgotten that, unlike her, most others knew how to read body language. She was about to open her maw when the kit brushed aside that question of hers. Was she catching on that Ebonypaw wasn't going to talk about her feelings? Was that a good thing or a bad thing? She shook these thoughts away with a subtle flick of her tail and tried to make her face unreadable.
A new question, still, somewhat unfornately, about herself, but they were still at least things that she could actually answer. She sighed inwardly, trying to keep herself unreadable outwards, and was about to respond when the kit turned back to face her and her purr cut off.
Had she been being frightening to the kit or mean? She blinked slowly and then began to speak, to the kit again, answering the new question.
"Because I want to." She mewed. "If I didn't want to remember then I wouldn't remember." It had always made sense to her, and that was the way she had become. Pay attention, remember the important things, forget the things that are not.
Fawnkit thought about this for a moment. "I guess that makes since, so you remember the herbs, and forget the unimportant things. So it clears your mind for just the herbs and how to use them, right?" She mewed. Fawnkit shifted her gaze, flicking her ears over to the exit of the den. Her Mother would want her home. She was disappointed that she couldn't ask Ebonypaw a few more things. But If she wasn't back in the nursery with her mother soon, there would be a even bigger problem. She sat up, smiling as she gazed up at Ebonypaw once last time. Her Green orbs looked up at the She-cat. "Thank you for taking the time to talk to me, I know you must be busy. I have to go, or I'll get in truble if I don't find Fallowmist. Bye Ebonypaw!" She mewed, quietly enough so other cats wouldn't here. She walked away, looking over her sholder one last time to flash a quick smile at Ebonypaw. She would have to come back, but not to soon. Ebonypaw needed to spend time with the cats who needed her. Not with Fawnkit. She walked out of the den, the sent of herbs still clung to her pelt as she began to walk to the nursery.

lost

January 30th, 2017, 01:51 PM

{So sorry about how long this took to get to! But anyways, you can quote this and reply in the medicine cat den, Ebonypaw is open for us now c:}

Luckily enough for Scorchflake, Grousestar was a very kind tom indeed and would be more than happy to help her out around the territory and camp for as long as she needed it and would even be happy to provide her her meals if she wasn't quite comfortable hunting in the territory yet. How could one cat possibly so nice? Was it naive to be like this? Foolish even? Or was it something that the world needed more of? It was a question many cats wondered while the brown tabby simply continued to be himself. It wasn't a question if he was fit to lead his clan, it was very clear that he was capable of doing this. Perhaps he's the kind of leadership that Skyclan needs to get back on it's paws and become a great clan again. He loved Skyclan and he wanted to see it prosper, make cats proud to be a Skyclan cat not to say they already weren't. As they began heading back to camp, he allowed his gaze to occasionally drift over to the new member of his clan, a smile still placed on his muzzle, catching her looking at him every so often with a look of graciousness.
His ears perked up as she started and trailed off, his head turning to fully look at her as she seemed to gather what she was going to say, the tom saying nothing and patiently waiting for what the she-cat would say to him. When she finally spat out what she wanted to say, Grousestar chuckled out, a lighthearted, happy look dancing in those gentle emerald eyes of his before he looked back ahead. "Oh don't worry, I'll be keeping in close touch with Ebonypaw to make sure you're being taken care of properly, after all, you're my warrior now and I want you being as healthy and as happy as possible." The tom purred out, his smile widening slightly, showing that he had pride in making sure that every individual in his clan was doing well. That's what he wanted. He wanted his clan to be healthy and happy and strong.
Scorchflake had an actual smile on her face as Grousestar reassured that he would make sure she was healthy and healing. She knew that he probably checked in on all his warriors, but even then she felt special and cared about. No leader ever cared like Grousestar. "Thank you, Grousestar."
As they traveled she felt her shoulder's pain increase, and she wanted to stop and never get up again. She'd traveled too much that day for a wound that severe, and it took ever ounce of her strength to keep pushing forward, hide the fact she wanted to cry out. Everyone occasional step she took was a wrong one, and a stabbing pain slashed through her injury and she had to bite down, drawing blood from her lip, to prevent a yowl of pain. She was beginning to wonder how she'd managed to go those days after the battle feeling nothing. Was it the herbs she received, or had her emotionless void prevented her from feeling the pain of the wound? Perhaps the SkyClan leader was bringing her out, and the pain was finally emerging too.
So when they were nearing camp, and the smells of so many new cats filled her nostrils, she felt relief. There was an urge to charge forward, but she knew that was stupid for many ways. SkyClan warriors would be hostile towards a newcomer. Her shoulder would make her regret a sudden movement. Grousestar was the only one keeping her standing. Finally they entered the camp, and she stared in amazement. It wasn't finished, as they only recently settled down, and she knew that there was still a lot of adjustments to be made, but it was a perfect camp.
It was her home.
Eyeing the clearing with fascination, she followed the leader into the medicine cat den, and she was hardly into the den when she collapsed, a hiss of pain escaping her before a cry as she landed on her poor shoulder.

Brooklyn Trees

February 1st, 2017, 12:17 PM

The Cannibal

February 2nd, 2017, 03:39 PM

Scorchflake had an actual smile on her face as Grousestar reassured that he would make sure she was healthy and healing. She knew that he probably checked in on all his warriors, but even then she felt special and cared about. No leader ever cared like Grousestar. "Thank you, Grousestar."
As they traveled she felt her shoulder's pain increase, and she wanted to stop and never get up again. She'd traveled too much that day for a wound that severe, and it took ever ounce of her strength to keep pushing forward, hide the fact she wanted to cry out. Everyone occasional step she took was a wrong one, and a stabbing pain slashed through her injury and she had to bite down, drawing blood from her lip, to prevent a yowl of pain. She was beginning to wonder how she'd managed to go those days after the battle feeling nothing. Was it the herbs she received, or had her emotionless void prevented her from feeling the pain of the wound? Perhaps the SkyClan leader was bringing her out, and the pain was finally emerging too.
So when they were nearing camp, and the smells of so many new cats filled her nostrils, she felt relief. There was an urge to charge forward, but she knew that was stupid for many ways. SkyClan warriors would be hostile towards a newcomer. Her shoulder would make her regret a sudden movement. Grousestar was the only one keeping her standing. Finally they entered the camp, and she stared in amazement. It wasn't finished, as they only recently settled down, and she knew that there was still a lot of adjustments to be made, but it was a perfect camp.
It was her home.
Eyeing the clearing with fascination, she followed the leader into the medicine cat den, and she was hardly into the den when she collapsed, a hiss of pain escaping her before a cry as she landed on her poor shoulder.
(I am so sorry I didn't see this here I forgot to check for new posts...)

Ebonypaw looked up abruptly at the sounds of cats entering the den. She recognized Grousestar, but the female, the one that appeared to be wounded, was unfamiliar in sight, and as she neared, in scent as well.
The she-cat could not quite make out a scent with the background herb-scent that filled the den, she had wondered many times by now if she would reach a place in time when her nostrils grew used to the scent of the many herbs and she would be able to make out the individual scent of the cats within the den.

As she approached, she couldn't immediately see anything wrong with the feline who had fallen, though their hiss and cry sounded pained. She turned her blue eyes up towards the leader for a moment before turning back to the unfamiliar she-cat with the strange scent, lowering herself partially, though the she-cat was a warrior and she was only nine moons, so she didn't have to bend much to become level with the edge of the flank of the cat. Ebonypaw scented her, more out of habit now, forgetting to ask if this cat was even from Skyclan or not.

But then again, she trusted Grousestar as a leader. He wouldn't bring a cat that he wouldn't want to be helped to the medicine den, right?
"What happened?" The tuxedo asked, eyes still trained the flank of the feline, unsure what exactly had happened or if the pain that this cat had was external or internal. Perhaps they could answer this for her, but simply asking what happened would also give some information, hopefully.
At the thanks from his new warrior he simply chuckled lightheartedly and nodded his head, falling quiet as they made their way to camp and very promptly made their way to the medicine cat's den where they would find Ebonypaw.
When they finally made it to the den and out of the bustle of the camp, it was clear the traveling that Scorchflake had done had taken a tole on her as she collapsed into the closest nest possible, allowing a hiss to escape herself, though he did worry, he knew that the she-cat would be in good paws with Ebonypaw.
Looking up from his friend to the young medicine cat in training, he would flash her a smile, an almost apologetic look, though there was no clear reason as to why he looked that way. Perhaps because of the suddenness of popping in? Who knows, though the look didn't stay too long as he watched the young cat approach the former Shadowclan warrior.

"Greetings Ebonypaw, I hope we're not intruding on any important tasks but she desperately needs her wounds looked at. Her name is Scorchflake and she is a new member of our clan, she can tell you the rest because she knows the extent of her wounds I believe and would be better suited to answering your questions. If you don't mind, I will be picking up some prey, would you like so?"
The leader asked the medicine cat politely with a tilted head, a look that always appeared so innocent as if he was an overgrown kit standing in the body of a leader, but nonetheless, the offer stood and he wouldn't move until he was answered.

After Ebonypaw gives her answer, whichever the case may be, he would respectfully dip his head and pad out of the den to retrieve the food, grabbing some for himself as well. He would return, not because he didn't trust the young medicine cat to do her job, but just wanting to make sure that Scorchflake wasn't in any sort of serious danger with her injuries, he didn't know the first thing about it or if they were infected or not and would most certainly like to stay informed on his friends situation.

lost

February 2nd, 2017, 06:21 PM

(I am so sorry I didn't see this here I forgot to check for new posts...)

Ebonypaw looked up abruptly at the sounds of cats entering the den. She recognized Grousestar, but the female, the one that appeared to be wounded, was unfamiliar in sight, and as she neared, in scent as well.
The she-cat could not quite make out a scent with the background herb-scent that filled the den, she had wondered many times by now if she would reach a place in time when her nostrils grew used to the scent of the many herbs and she would be able to make out the individual scent of the cats within the den.

As she approached, she couldn't immediately see anything wrong with the feline who had fallen, though their hiss and cry sounded pained. She turned her blue eyes up towards the leader for a moment before turning back to the unfamiliar she-cat with the strange scent, lowering herself partially, though the she-cat was a warrior and she was only nine moons, so she didn't have to bend much to become level with the edge of the flank of the cat. Ebonypaw scented her, more out of habit now, forgetting to ask if this cat was even from Skyclan or not.

But then again, she trusted Grousestar as a leader. He wouldn't bring a cat that he wouldn't want to be helped to the medicine den, right?
"What happened?" The tuxedo asked, eyes still trained the flank of the feline, unsure what exactly had happened or if the pain that this cat had was external or internal. Perhaps they could answer this for her, but simply asking what happened would also give some information, hopefully.

At the thanks from his new warrior he simply chuckled lightheartedly and nodded his head, falling quiet as they made their way to camp and very promptly made their way to the medicine cat's den where they would find Ebonypaw.
When they finally made it to the den and out of the bustle of the camp, it was clear the traveling that Scorchflake had done had taken a tole on her as she collapsed into the closest nest possible, allowing a hiss to escape herself, though he did worry, he knew that the she-cat would be in good paws with Ebonypaw.
Looking up from his friend to the young medicine cat in training, he would flash her a smile, an almost apologetic look, though there was no clear reason as to why he looked that way. Perhaps because of the suddenness of popping in? Who knows, though the look didn't stay too long as he watched the young cat approach the former Shadowclan warrior.

"Greetings Ebonypaw, I hope we're not intruding on any important tasks but she desperately needs her wounds looked at. Her name is Scorchflake and she is a new member of our clan, she can tell you the rest because she knows the extent of her wounds I believe and would be better suited to answering your questions. If you don't mind, I will be picking up some prey, would you like so?"
The leader asked the medicine cat politely with a tilted head, a look that always appeared so innocent as if he was an overgrown kit standing in the body of a leader, but nonetheless, the offer stood and he wouldn't move until he was answered.

After Ebonypaw gives her answer, whichever the case may be, he would respectfully dip his head and pad out of the den to retrieve the food, grabbing some for himself as well. He would return, not because he didn't trust the young medicine cat to do her job, but just wanting to make sure that Scorchflake wasn't in any sort of serious danger with her injuries, he didn't know the first thing about it or if they were infected or not and would most certainly like to stay informed on his friends situation.
The former ShadowClan warrior was cursing herself as she fell, calling herself weak and pathetic, but as she gazed at the two cats, they seemed only concerned for her, and thought nothing of her little tumble being a show of anything but injury. As the medicine cat asked what was wrong, she looked to Grousestar for an answer, and he gave a brief explanation. She knew she'd have to elaborate, so while he spoke she shifted slowly and sat up, wincing and closing her eyes tightly until the pain eased just enough for her to open them to focus on Ebonypaw. "During the liberation of... ShadowClan, I was attacked." Wrong, you attacked her. "The wounds I received weren't too concerning until the final blow..."
She had to stop, fighting down a sudden sob. Instead of it never happening, it came out choked and she bared her teeth, looking at her paws in shame. You're pathetic, Scorchflake! Weak and pathetic! It took her a moment to regain herself, and after she did she slowly looked up. "The final blow resulted in my shoulder being ripped apart." Her chest was affected too, but it was so closer to her shoulder she didn't bother pointing that out. Shifting the slightest bit, she fully exposed her wound to the medicine cat, revealing the dirty, ugly flesh. A part of it was bleeding after her fall, it was covered in dirt. The herbs from the last time she visited Kestrelberry long gone. It was repulsive, and she still refused to gaze out it.
The tan she-cat didn't believe it was that bad of an injury, despite the pain it caused. She couldn't see it, after all. But she knew it hadn't gotten any better since it was give to her. It probably got worse. "I... I haven't been treating myself very well..." she admitted this quietly, not too proud about this fact. But she really hadn't taken care of herself at all. This day, in fact, she hadn't eaten anything. The day before, she couldn't remember. Her visits to Kestrelberry were not as often as instructed and insisted upon by clanmates.
She was falling apart, that's the truth of it.

Brooklyn Trees

February 2nd, 2017, 07:41 PM

At the thanks from his new warrior he simply chuckled lightheartedly and nodded his head, falling quiet as they made their way to camp and very promptly made their way to the medicine cat's den where they would find Ebonypaw.
When they finally made it to the den and out of the bustle of the camp, it was clear the traveling that Scorchflake had done had taken a tole on her as she collapsed into the closest nest possible, allowing a hiss to escape herself, though he did worry, he knew that the she-cat would be in good paws with Ebonypaw.
Looking up from his friend to the young medicine cat in training, he would flash her a smile, an almost apologetic look, though there was no clear reason as to why he looked that way. Perhaps because of the suddenness of popping in? Who knows, though the look didn't stay too long as he watched the young cat approach the former Shadowclan warrior.

"Greetings Ebonypaw, I hope we're not intruding on any important tasks but she desperately needs her wounds looked at. Her name is Scorchflake and she is a new member of our clan, she can tell you the rest because she knows the extent of her wounds I believe and would be better suited to answering your questions. If you don't mind, I will be picking up some prey, would you like so?"
The leader asked the medicine cat politely with a tilted head, a look that always appeared so innocent as if he was an overgrown kit standing in the body of a leader, but nonetheless, the offer stood and he wouldn't move until he was answered.

After Ebonypaw gives her answer, whichever the case may be, he would respectfully dip his head and pad out of the den to retrieve the food, grabbing some for himself as well. He would return, not because he didn't trust the young medicine cat to do her job, but just wanting to make sure that Scorchflake wasn't in any sort of serious danger with her injuries, he didn't know the first thing about it or if they were infected or not and would most certainly like to stay informed on his friends situation.

The former ShadowClan warrior was cursing herself as she fell, calling herself weak and pathetic, but as she gazed at the two cats, they seemed only concerned for her, and thought nothing of her little tumble being a show of anything but injury. As the medicine cat asked what was wrong, she looked to Grousestar for an answer, and he gave a brief explanation. She knew she'd have to elaborate, so while he spoke she shifted slowly and sat up, wincing and closing her eyes tightly until the pain eased just enough for her to open them to focus on Ebonypaw. "During the liberation of... ShadowClan, I was attacked." Wrong, you attacked her. "The wounds I received weren't too concerning until the final blow..."
She had to stop, fighting down a sudden sob. Instead of it never happening, it came out choked and she bared her teeth, looking at her paws in shame. You're pathetic, Scorchflake! Weak and pathetic! It took her a moment to regain herself, and after she did she slowly looked up. "The final blow resulted in my shoulder being ripped apart." Her chest was affected too, but it was so closer to her shoulder she didn't bother pointing that out. Shifting the slightest bit, she fully exposed her wound to the medicine cat, revealing the dirty, ugly flesh. A part of it was bleeding after her fall, it was covered in dirt. The herbs from the last time she visited Kestrelberry long gone. It was repulsive, and she still refused to gaze out it.
The tan she-cat didn't believe it was that bad of an injury, despite the pain it caused. She couldn't see it, after all. But she knew it hadn't gotten any better since it was give to her. It probably got worse. "I... I haven't been treating myself very well..." she admitted this quietly, not too proud about this fact. But she really hadn't taken care of herself at all. This day, in fact, she hadn't eaten anything. The day before, she couldn't remember. Her visits to Kestrelberry were not as often as instructed and insisted upon by clanmates.
She was falling apart, that's the truth of it.

"Thank you, but no." She mewed, dipping her head to the leader. He was very kind, but she wasn't hungry.

Ebonypaw was slightly taken aback by the reaction to explaining how she had come to be injured that Scorchflake had given, and glanced sideways at the leader for a moment, unsure of exactly what to do with the fact that the she-cat had choked out a sob. Why anybody did anything was often a mystery to her, and having never fought in anything besides the moon of warrior training she had received she knew nothing of why this may be difficult for the tan feline before her.

She was even less expecting to suddenly understand the pain that Scorchflake seemed to be experiencing. The raw flesh of the wound looked as though it would be very painful. She ran through a mental list of what she knew and what she could use, trying to find something that could maybe be used to help the wound.
She remembered from her first meeting with the ancient Starclan medicine cat who was training her that Marigold could be used to stop infection and that Dock could soothe, but honestly it seemed like a good idea to probably clean up the tattered skin before she applied anything to it. Dirt would probably not aid Scorchflake's healing. Anything could be in it.

The young feline hesitated momentarily, unsure of whether to use her tongue or to find some moss and soak it. Moss generally seemed like a better option since her tongue was rough as well as the fact that drawing her tongue along the wound could also cause it to hurt more. The moss she could pay the wound with, not that that would be painless...
She would use the moss though. Dragging her tongue along the wound could irritate it further.
"I'm going to go soak some moss." She mewed, so that she didn't just run off. That would appear a bit strange.

With this said, she found a clean ball of moss and went off, soaked it and brought it back, setting it between her pale paws.
"I need to clean it, so this may hurt." She told the new Skyclan warrior. She had never really sugar-coated anything. She found no reason to, and so she simply told her that this would.
At least if Scorchflake knew that it may hurt more than she could prepare somehow for the pain. Honestly though, Ebonypaw didn't know how much it would pain the she-cat or if it would hurt her at all.

Brooklyn Trees

February 9th, 2017, 04:12 PM

toothlost!

lost

February 9th, 2017, 04:33 PM

"Thank you, but no." She mewed, dipping her head to the leader. He was very kind, but she wasn't hungry.

Ebonypaw was slightly taken aback by the reaction to explaining how she had come to be injured that Scorchflake had given, and glanced sideways at the leader for a moment, unsure of exactly what to do with the fact that the she-cat had choked out a sob. Why anybody did anything was often a mystery to her, and having never fought in anything besides the moon of warrior training she had received she knew nothing of why this may be difficult for the tan feline before her.

She was even less expecting to suddenly understand the pain that Scorchflake seemed to be experiencing. The raw flesh of the wound looked as though it would be very painful. She ran through a mental list of what she knew and what she could use, trying to find something that could maybe be used to help the wound.
She remembered from her first meeting with the ancient Starclan medicine cat who was training her that Marigold could be used to stop infection and that Dock could soothe, but honestly it seemed like a good idea to probably clean up the tattered skin before she applied anything to it. Dirt would probably not aid Scorchflake's healing. Anything could be in it.

The young feline hesitated momentarily, unsure of whether to use her tongue or to find some moss and soak it. Moss generally seemed like a better option since her tongue was rough as well as the fact that drawing her tongue along the wound could also cause it to hurt more. The moss she could pay the wound with, not that that would be painless...
She would use the moss though. Dragging her tongue along the wound could irritate it further.
"I'm going to go soak some moss." She mewed, so that she didn't just run off. That would appear a bit strange.

With this said, she found a clean ball of moss and went off, soaked it and brought it back, setting it between her pale paws.
"I need to clean it, so this may hurt." She told the new Skyclan warrior. She had never really sugar-coated anything. She found no reason to, and so she simply told her that this would.
At least if Scorchflake knew that it may hurt more than she could prepare somehow for the pain. Honestly though, Ebonypaw didn't know how much it would pain the she-cat or if it would hurt her at all.
(Sorry, I thought Dusk was replying next! ^^")
At some point the warrior had zone out, not registering the departure of the medicine cat, and only snapping back to attention when she returned with soaked moss. It was a bit strange listening to the younger cat explain her actions, but she assume it was her ways of learning, she had no medicine cat name, after all. She had the rank of one, but her training was not complete, as evident in her name.
"Just get it over with," Scorchflake muttered, staring forward. At some point Grousestar vanished, and she looked around for a moment, her eyes growing frantic as she realized she was alone with a cat she didn't know. Didn't trust. What if Ebonypaw was a secret follower of Blazingnight, coming back for revenge? The tan cat's breathing grew heavier at some point, and she dug her claws into the ground, staring forward and trying to stop her wild thoughts. Grousestar was gone, she was in danger.
Stop that! Ebonypaw is trying to only heal you! Even this thought didn't calm her, and she felt her muscles moving to send her flying and out of the den, but when she glanced at the other cat she froze and found herself relaxing. Ebonypaw was a healer, and Scorchflake would be safe under her care, at least, that's what Grousestar had hinted at. Scorchflake would be okay.
"Sorry," she whispered softly, bowing her head shamefully, "I just... Things have been rough." She didn't make any promise that her panic wouldn't happen again. She didn't explain why it happened. It wasn't something she liked discussing. The former ShadowClan warrior could only rely on Ebonypaw taking the hint she didn't want to talk. She wanted to pretend it didn't happen, so that her life could still seem normal, even though it wasn't. it was far from normal. If she wanted normality she would have to talk, but she didn't want to.

Brooklyn Trees

February 9th, 2017, 05:22 PM

(Sorry, I thought Dusk was replying next! ^^")
At some point the warrior had zone out, not registering the departure of the medicine cat, and only snapping back to attention when she returned with soaked moss. It was a bit strange listening to the younger cat explain her actions, but she assume it was her ways of learning, she had no medicine cat name, after all. She had the rank of one, but her training was not complete, as evident in her name.
"Just get it over with," Scorchflake muttered, staring forward. At some point Grousestar vanished, and she looked around for a moment, her eyes growing frantic as she realized she was alone with a cat she didn't know. Didn't trust. What if Ebonypaw was a secret follower of Blazingnight, coming back for revenge? The tan cat's breathing grew heavier at some point, and she dug her claws into the ground, staring forward and trying to stop her wild thoughts. Grousestar was gone, she was in danger.
Stop that! Ebonypaw is trying to only heal you! Even this thought didn't calm her, and she felt her muscles moving to send her flying and out of the den, but when she glanced at the other cat she froze and found herself relaxing. Ebonypaw was a healer, and Scorchflake would be safe under her care, at least, that's what Grousestar had hinted at. Scorchflake would be okay.
"Sorry," she whispered softly, bowing her head shamefully, "I just... Things have been rough." She didn't make any promise that her panic wouldn't happen again. She didn't explain why it happened. It wasn't something she liked discussing. The former ShadowClan warrior could only rely on Ebonypaw taking the hint she didn't want to talk. She wanted to pretend it didn't happen, so that her life could still seem normal, even though it wasn't. it was far from normal. If she wanted normality she would have to talk, but she didn't want to.

(Oh, sorry! I thought that Duskflight had notified you that they were a bit busy and would have Grousestar be off getting prey or something for a bit.)

Ebonypaw raised blinked, confused as to the sudden behavior that the older she-cat was exhibiting. Her first thought was that the she-cat was preparing for the wound to be cleaned in some sort of way, though she honestly had no clue.
She remained standing there, long tail sweeping the ground as she watched the reaction of Scorchflake to whatever it was she was reacting to.
This had just become a sort of habit for the young feline, to watch and to listen to other cats because she didn't understand their behavior.

Sorry? She thought, as the she-cat began to sort of explain what she had been doing or what she had been reacting to, though her overall one sentence explanation didn't make much sense to Ebonypaw as she stood there with dripping moss soaking into her pale paws and turning them darker and damp.
Okay then...
The tuxedo bent and retrieved her wet moss, padding a few steps forwards and dabbingit lightly at the wound on Scorchflake's shoulder, drawing some of the dirt and debris to be picked up with the fibers of the moss.

Once the wound looked fairly clean she took a step backwards and placed the moss on the ground beside her, looking at the wound and remembering some of the things that she had been told when she first met the spirit Aconiteheart. The simpler herbs, ones that could be used with this.
Marigold, she remembered the herb that she had been told about. She could use the Marigold as a poultice on her shoulder and bind it on with cobwebs.
The small feline looked at the older she-cat again, returning from her contemplations to the real world and turning to retrieve Marigold and cobwebs from the herb store.

lost

February 11th, 2017, 05:36 PM

(Oh, sorry! I thought that Duskflight had notified you that they were a bit busy and would have Grousestar be off getting prey or something for a bit.)

Ebonypaw raised blinked, confused as to the sudden behavior that the older she-cat was exhibiting. Her first thought was that the she-cat was preparing for the wound to be cleaned in some sort of way, though she honestly had no clue.
She remained standing there, long tail sweeping the ground as she watched the reaction of Scorchflake to whatever it was she was reacting to.
This had just become a sort of habit for the young feline, to watch and to listen to other cats because she didn't understand their behavior.

Sorry? She thought, as the she-cat began to sort of explain what she had been doing or what she had been reacting to, though her overall one sentence explanation didn't make much sense to Ebonypaw as she stood there with dripping moss soaking into her pale paws and turning them darker and damp.
Okay then...
The tuxedo bent and retrieved her wet moss, padding a few steps forwards and dabbingit lightly at the wound on Scorchflake's shoulder, drawing some of the dirt and debris to be picked up with the fibers of the moss.

Once the wound looked fairly clean she took a step backwards and placed the moss on the ground beside her, looking at the wound and remembering some of the things that she had been told when she first met the spirit Aconiteheart. The simpler herbs, ones that could be used with this.
Marigold, she remembered the herb that she had been told about. She could use the Marigold as a poultice on her shoulder and bind it on with cobwebs.
The small feline looked at the older she-cat again, returning from her contemplations to the real world and turning to retrieve Marigold and cobwebs from the herb store.
Scorchflake didn't wince as the moss was dabbed at her shoulder. She sat there and let the medicine cat cleanse her wound of the dirt it had collected, only wincing after she was nearly complete and the touching was starting to irritate it. Her eyes shot around the den in search for Grousestar again, but he had yet to return. So she dug her claws into the ground and watched her claws, waiting for Ebonypaw to finish tending to her wound. It would take a while for her to be done, and she might want to check the other small wounds scattered about her body, though she hoped not. It was bad enough to had to look after her shoulder, she didn't want to worry about cobwebs and herbs falling off of her entire body. It was an annoyance that she felt wasn't worth it.
Perhaps she should tell Ebonypaw to stop tending to her shoulder, let it get infected. Let her die of whatever disease it collects. That would make her life easier. It'd be over, after all. But then she thought of her son, Briarpaw. Grousestar, the leader who happily welcomed her into his clan. Finchfeather would be devastated, despite their separation. Mountainpeak would be, too. There were few cats who would miss her, but those few made it worth the fight to survive. Granted, her efforts into the fight were small.

Brooklyn Trees

February 11th, 2017, 06:33 PM

Scorchflake didn't wince as the moss was dabbed at her shoulder. She sat there and let the medicine cat cleanse her wound of the dirt it had collected, only wincing after she was nearly complete and the touching was starting to irritate it. Her eyes shot around the den in search for Grousestar again, but he had yet to return. So she dug her claws into the ground and watched her claws, waiting for Ebonypaw to finish tending to her wound. It would take a while for her to be done, and she might want to check the other small wounds scattered about her body, though she hoped not. It was bad enough to had to look after her shoulder, she didn't want to worry about cobwebs and herbs falling off of her entire body. It was an annoyance that she felt wasn't worth it.
Perhaps she should tell Ebonypaw to stop tending to her shoulder, let it get infected. Let her die of whatever disease it collects. That would make her life easier. It'd be over, after all. But then she thought of her son, Briarpaw. Grousestar, the leader who happily welcomed her into his clan. Finchfeather would be devastated, despite their separation. Mountainpeak would be, too. There were few cats who would miss her, but those few made it worth the fight to survive. Granted, her efforts into the fight were small.

Ebonypaw let the sticky strands of the webs hook into her fur and sank her claws into it, carefully removing the cobwebs and then returning to retrieve the Marigold.
With leaves in maw and webs attached to one forepaw she made her way awkwardly on three legs back over to the nest which held the warrior, arriving and slipping down into a sitting position, watching Scorchflake as she began to chew the herb into a pulp to put on the wound.

Ebonypaw watched the she-cat in an attempt to read what she was feeling, what she was feeling. But as usual, the tuxedo cat was unsuccessful with this.
She continued to chew on the Marigold to make a poultice, finding it still unusual to chew something that she had no intention of swallowing.
It tasted unusual too.

Once she had finished crushing the pungent herb between her teeth, she took a few paw steps forwards and spat the poultice unto the wound, placing her paws above it and attempting to flatten the sticky tendrils into the older she-cat's fur to make it stay there and not come away with her paw again.
As she did this, her eyes fell upon a small cut and she drew away from Scorchflake, eyes fastened to the small split in the skin.

Brooklyn Trees

February 18th, 2017, 08:12 PM

toothlost!

lost

February 19th, 2017, 08:14 AM

Ebonypaw let the sticky strands of the webs hook into her fur and sank her claws into it, carefully removing the cobwebs and then returning to retrieve the Marigold.
With leaves in maw and webs attached to one forepaw she made her way awkwardly on three legs back over to the nest which held the warrior, arriving and slipping down into a sitting position, watching Scorchflake as she began to chew the herb into a pulp to put on the wound.

Ebonypaw watched the she-cat in an attempt to read what she was feeling, what she was feeling. But as usual, the tuxedo cat was unsuccessful with this.
She continued to chew on the Marigold to make a poultice, finding it still unusual to chew something that she had no intention of swallowing.
It tasted unusual too.

Once she had finished crushing the pungent herb between her teeth, she took a few paw steps forwards and spat the poultice unto the wound, placing her paws above it and attempting to flatten the sticky tendrils into the older she-cat's fur to make it stay there and not come away with her paw again.
As she did this, her eyes fell upon a small cut and she drew away from Scorchflake, eyes fastened to the small split in the skin.
Scorchflake at some point had zoned out when Ebonypaw went to get the cobwebs and marigold. She was simply staring forward now, waiting for the treatment to be over so she could flee and possibly find Grousestar. It bothered her that he disappeared. He was the only one she really trusted right now, though Ebonypaw wasn't too bad either, and Scorchflake felt she could trust the young medicine cat. Her thoughts had taken her so far from reality she hadn't felt the sting of herbs being applied to her wound, so she was still as the tuxedo cat worked. When she felt the eyes of the other cat on her for an extended time she finally snapped out of her varied thoughts and turned her gaze to see what was being gazed upon. It was one of the many other wounds she had scattered across her body.
"Oh, that was treated by Kestrelberry once. He said after the initial treatment to let it heal on its own..." She drew off, considering he also said she had to rest and make sure the wounds were kept clean. She hadn't done that, so the wounds might have needed more treatment. She couldn't tell, as she didn't have the wisdom of a medicine cat. "But I didn't follow his orders, so it might not have healed like expected yet..."
She was ashamed, really, but she knew she would do it again and again. It was more than she deserved. She should be dead, Blazingnight should have killed her. Somehow this didn't happen, and her- no, they weren't best friends. They hadn't been friends since apprenticeship. What did that make Blazingnight to her? It was more than a leader. The two always shared a bond no other cat had. It was as if Blazingnight owned her.
Scorchflake didn't like the thought of being owned.

Brooklyn Trees

February 19th, 2017, 09:31 PM

Scorchflake at some point had zoned out when Ebonypaw went to get the cobwebs and marigold. She was simply staring forward now, waiting for the treatment to be over so she could flee and possibly find Grousestar. It bothered her that he disappeared. He was the only one she really trusted right now, though Ebonypaw wasn't too bad either, and Scorchflake felt she could trust the young medicine cat. Her thoughts had taken her so far from reality she hadn't felt the sting of herbs being applied to her wound, so she was still as the tuxedo cat worked. When she felt the eyes of the other cat on her for an extended time she finally snapped out of her varied thoughts and turned her gaze to see what was being gazed upon. It was one of the many other wounds she had scattered across her body.
"Oh, that was treated by Kestrelberry once. He said after the initial treatment to let it heal on its own..." She drew off, considering he also said she had to rest and make sure the wounds were kept clean. She hadn't done that, so the wounds might have needed more treatment. She couldn't tell, as she didn't have the wisdom of a medicine cat. "But I didn't follow his orders, so it might not have healed like expected yet..."
She was ashamed, really, but she knew she would do it again and again. It was more than she deserved. She should be dead, Blazingnight should have killed her. Somehow this didn't happen, and her- no, they weren't best friends. They hadn't been friends since apprenticeship. What did that make Blazingnight to her? It was more than a leader. The two always shared a bond no other cat had. It was as if Blazingnight owned her.
Scorchflake didn't like the thought of being owned.

Ebonypaw stared at the cut for a long moment, snapping away from it as the older she-cat spoke again, drawing her eyes away from the cut and back up to Scorchflake's eyes.
She was unsure of whether or not it had healed as expected, looking back at it, but retreating it could at least prevent the possibility of future infection if it turned out not to have healed.
She had no idea how long ago the wound had been acquired or how long ago it had been treated, and even then she couldn't yet tell the level of healing that had occurred.

"I'm going to retreat it." She said, before looking back up from the scratch.
"Is that the only scratch?" She asked. It seemed somewhat unlikely what with the fact that she had had such a bad wound on her shoulder, though it was still possible, and since this she-cat still seemed somewhat guarded it appeared unlikely that she would tell her on her own of any additional injuries.
Regardless of how many wounds were still on her body, she would probably just end up using more Marigold anyways.
Or burdock, though that wouldn't stop infection, just help with stinging, which she wasn't even sure that the cuts were causing.

Brooklyn Trees

February 22nd, 2017, 11:53 AM

toothlost!

Brooklyn Trees

March 1st, 2017, 10:47 AM

toothlost!

Brooklyn Trees

March 4th, 2017, 12:34 PM

toothlost!

NightWarrior4Life

March 14th, 2017, 12:48 PM

ChameweonRainbow

March 15th, 2017, 08:33 AM

ChameweonRainbow
Gorsekit purred as Ebonypaw's pleasent scent surrounded her. The brown tabby felt safe now. She wasn't afraid of the consequences of her injury, nor was she afraid of what the medicine cat will do to her in order to heal her injured leg.
NightWarrior4Life Brooklyn Trees
Neverfalter shifted uncomfortably on his three legs. "Will... will she be alright?" He meowed nervously. He felt even more terrible now that he was in front of the medicine cat. The toms hues shown with tension and self-blame.

NightWarrior4Life

March 15th, 2017, 01:49 PM

NightWarrior4Life Brooklyn Trees
Neverfalter shifted uncomfortably on his three legs. "Will... will she be alright?" He meowed nervously. He felt even more terrible now that he was in front of the medicine cat. The toms hues shown with tension and self-blame.
Gorsekit was trembling again now, trying her best to stay on her feet until she could rest. The adrenalin had worn off now and pain started shooting up her paw. "Ouch! Ooh, NeverFalter the pain...it's getting worse!" She wailed.

ChameweonRainbow

March 15th, 2017, 02:40 PM

Gorsekit was trembling again now, trying her best to stay on her feet until she could rest. The adrenalin had worn off now and pain started shooting up her paw. "Ouch! Ooh, NeverFalter the pain...it's getting worse!" She wailed.
NightWarrior4Life Brooklyn Trees
The worrying tom curled around the wailing kit and purred trying to sooth her. "It's gonna be alright Ebonypaw is gonna make your paw all better, just think of all the cool herbs you're getting to see today." He purred trying to distract the small, brown tabby. NeverFalter was trying really hard not to let the tears of self-guilt fall from his heterochromatic eyes. Ebonypaw would surely ask what happened and the young warrior would surely get in trouble for it. He didn't get as upset about punishment for things he did do because those punishments helped you to be a better clan member and a better cat. It was being punished and ridiculed for things he couldn't or wouldn't do that hurt him the most. Like how on his first real battle he couldn't fight when it counted. And like how his three legs were never as good as the four that everyone else had. He tried so hard, but it was never enough. That's why he stayed away from fighting as much as he could. So he would never hurt others and screw up everything. "I'm so sorry Gorsekit," said, the words getting caught in his throat as he held back the tears.

NightWarrior4Life

March 16th, 2017, 03:07 AM

NightWarrior4Life Brooklyn Trees
The worrying tom curled around the wailing kit and purred trying to sooth her. "It's gonna be alright Ebonypaw is gonna make your paw all better, just think of all the cool herbs you're getting to see today." He purred trying to distract the small, brown tabby. NeverFalter was trying really hard not to let the tears of self-guilt fall from his heterochromatic eyes. Ebonypaw would surely ask what happened and the young warrior would surely get in trouble for it. He didn't get as upset about punishment for things he did do because those punishments helped you to be a better clan member and a better cat. It was being punished and ridiculed for things he couldn't or wouldn't do that hurt him the most. Like how on his first real battle he couldn't fight when it counted. And like how his three legs were never as good as the four that everyone else had. He tried so hard, but it was never enough. That's why he stayed away from fighting as much as he could. So he would never hurt others and screw up everything. "I'm so sorry Gorsekit," said, the words getting caught in his throat as he held back the tears.
"What're you sorry about? I wanted to help you...it wasn't your fault. You only slipped over. I shouldn't have been so ignorant of my surroundings. I won't slip again...I'll be more careful! I know now..."

ChameweonRainbow

March 16th, 2017, 04:51 AM

"What're you sorry about? I wanted to help you...it wasn't your fault. You only slipped over. I shouldn't have been so ignorant of my surroundings. I won't slip again...I'll be more careful! I know now..."
NeverFalter looked down in shame. "But I was the one that decided to try and race with you. I should've known I would fall. I mean I only have three legs." He rambled; tears streaming down his cheeks. NeverFalter was still a young warrior and was very emotionally sensitive. Some would say that he is a crykitty (cat version of crybaby).

NightWarrior4Life

March 16th, 2017, 10:50 AM

NeverFalter looked down in shame. "But I was the one that decided to try and race with you. I should've known I would fall. I mean I only have three legs." He rambled; tears streaming down his cheeks. NeverFalter was still a young warrior and was very emotionally sensitive. Some would say that he is a crykitty (cat version of crybaby).
Gorsekit narrowed her eyes, a serious look on her face. "Where is this medicine cat anyway?" She huffed "If it gets anyway worse, they can't blame you NeverFalter. Come on...you'll be fine...it's all ok..." She complained, then her expression softened and she attempted to comfort the kind warrior. "Who cares if you're weak? Or soft? If every cat in the clan were cold blooded killers, it would be chaos. We need cats like you to keep everyone in order..." The tabby kit stood on the tip of her paws and started to lick away his tears. She shook her head and stuck out her tongue, a disgusted look on her face. "Yuck! Salty...Ahhh...oooh...." She shifted uncomfortably as some tears slid down her broken leg, making it stung. "EEEEEE!" Gorsekit squeeled, leaping away like she had burnt herself on a flaming stick. "It's stinging...aww it stings! Stinging!" Now the kit was hopping around the den, trying to shake off the damp feeling from her broken leg.

ChameweonRainbow

March 16th, 2017, 11:35 AM

Gorsekit narrowed her eyes, a serious look on her face. "Where is this medicine cat anyway?" She huffed "If it gets anyway worse, they can't blame you NeverFalter. Come on...you'll be fine...it's all ok..." She complained, then her expression softened and she attempted to comfort the kind warrior. "Who cares if you're weak? Or soft? If every cat in the clan were cold blooded killers, it would be chaos. We need cats like you to keep everyone in order..." The tabby kit stood on the tip of her paws and started to lick away his tears. She shook her head and stuck out her tongue, a disgusted look on her face. "Yuck! Salty...Ahhh...oooh...." She shifted uncomfortably as some tears slid down her broken leg, making it stung. "EEEEEE!" Gorsekit squeeled, leaping away like she had burnt herself on a flaming stick. "It's stinging...aww it stings! Stinging!" Now the kit was hopping around the den, trying to shake off the damp feeling from her broken leg.

NeverFalter scooped up the squealing kit and curled around her wrapping his fluffy tail over her. "Calm down before you hurt yourself even more," He purred, while gently grooming the brown tabby's head. He appreciated the little she-kit's attempt to make him feel better but he didn't want her straining her injury further. He hoped the medicine cat would show up soon, he didn't want to see Gorsekit in any more pain.

NightWarrior4Life

March 16th, 2017, 02:22 PM

NeverFalter scooped up the squealing kit and curled around her wrapping his fluffy tail over her. "Calm down before you hurt yourself even more," He purred, while gently grooming the brown tabby's head. He appreciated the little she-kit's attempt to make him feel better but he didn't want her straining her injury further. He hoped the medicine cat would show up soon, he didn't want to see Gorsekit in any more pain. Brooklyn Trees
Gorsekit nodded then stared up into his kind eyes "You'd be a great father you know. Perhaps the queens would appreciate your help in the nursery some time!" Her ears pricked, whiskers twitching as she sensed Ebonypaw coming out from the shadows of her den.

Brooklyn Trees

March 17th, 2017, 12:28 AM

Brooklyn Trees
Gorsekit nodded then stared up into his kind eyes "You'd be a great father you know. Perhaps the queens would appreciate your help in the nursery some time!" Her ears pricked, whiskers twitching as she sensed Ebonypaw coming out from the shadows of her den.
ChameweonRainbow
(Sorry! I was gone all day and then forgot to read all of these things Son i am here now, sorry!)

Ebonypaw padded quietly from further back in the den, bright blue eyes studying the small kit and three-legged warrior as she padded further towards them, pace quickening slightly as she reached them, eyes studying the two cats, warrior curled around kit.
"Did something happen?" She asked, forcing alarm from her voice. This had begun to become her way of greeting for those who entered the den. She had had those who were simply curious enter the den before, but more often than not it was one who had been injured or had become ill.

ChameweonRainbow

March 17th, 2017, 01:29 AM

NightWarrior4Life

March 17th, 2017, 03:03 AM

ChameweonRainbow
(Sorry! I was gone all day and then forgot to read all of these things Son i am here now, sorry!)

Ebonypaw padded quietly from further back in the den, bright blue eyes studying the small kit and three-legged warrior as she padded further towards them, pace quickening slightly as she reached them, eyes studying the two cats, warrior curled around kit.
"Did something happen?" She asked, forcing alarm from her voice. This had begun to become her way of greeting for those who entered the den. She had had those who were simply curious enter the den before, but more often than not it was one who had been injured or had become ill.
"I trapped my leg in a rock and...there was a crack...and it really hurts!" Gorsekit explained through clenched teeth, as the pain increased, her brown tabby ears flattened against her head.

NightWarrior4Life

March 17th, 2017, 03:04 AM

NeverFalter blushed, then purred louder and nuzzled the brown tabby kit. "Do you really think I could help in the nursery?!" He purred very loudly. "I can hunt just fine but I really don't want to fight and potentially kill other cats, no matter what their affiliation," He meowed shyly.
Gorsekit ignored his comment and instead turned her attention to the Blue-eyes examining her.

ChameweonRainbow

March 17th, 2017, 05:33 AM

Gorsekit ignored his comment and instead turned her attention to the Blue-eyes examining her.
NeverFalter noticed Ebonypaw examining the kit and he gently set the brown tabby down and backed away so he wasn't impeding to her medical examination. "Um.. do I need to leave? If I'm bothering either of you I can go." He sad shifting uncomfortably on his three paws.

Brooklyn Trees

March 17th, 2017, 01:54 PM

NightWarrior4Life ChameweonRainbow

Ebonypaw blinked slowly at the two cats as they spoke, before turning questioning eyes to the three-legged tom.
"Are you her father?" She asked, mostly out of curiosity. He could stay regardless - if it was something that Gorsekit felt comfortable with or would help the kit.
"You can stay if she is okay with it." She added, turning pale eyes back to the kit.

As he was already backed slightly away the tuxedo cat padded up to the kit, unsure which paw that the kit had injured.
"Can I see the paw that you hurt?" She asked, attempting to soften her voice. There were probably cues that she couldn't see, shifting weight away from a specific paw or such, but she couldn't see it - she had never been able to read body or facial cues.
She was still hiding this.

ChameweonRainbow

March 17th, 2017, 03:28 PM

NightWarrior4Life

March 17th, 2017, 03:51 PM

Brooklyn Trees

March 18th, 2017, 09:58 PM

NeverFalter stammered "Uh, um, no, no I'm not Gorsekit's father, but if it's okay with her I would like to stay." He glanced at Gorsekit solemnly as he saw her pained expression. He sat down a nearby the tabby kit and stroked her head calmingly with his fluffy tail.
"This one."she said simply, lifting up her right leg, her paw and leg facing two separate ways. "It stings if I get it wet..." Gorsekit added.

(I am assuming that -- based on your answer to my Visitor Message -- Gorsekit's skin is broken.)

Ebonypaw looked, from Gorsekit's leg, up to Neverfalter as he spoke. He was rather young, but she had asked since he had brought her in.
The tuxedo returned her attention back to the tabby kitten, leaning towards her held out leg, eyes tracing the broken skin, afraid to test if it were broken or not.
"Do you want him to stay?" She asked the kit, turning her dark ears towards the tom, a few steps away, icy blue eyes still tracing the injured paw.

NightWarrior4Life

March 19th, 2017, 04:35 AM

(I am assuming that -- based on your answer to my Visitor Message -- Gorsekit's skin is broken.)

Ebonypaw looked, from Gorsekit's leg, up to Neverfalter as he spoke. He was rather young, but she had asked since he had brought her in.
The tuxedo returned her attention back to the tabby kitten, leaning towards her held out leg, eyes tracing the broken skin, afraid to test if it were broken or not.
"Do you want him to stay?" She asked the kit, turning her dark ears towards the tom, a few steps away, icy blue eyes still tracing the injured paw.
"Yes. But I think I can be brave. Is it okay if my brother and sister come visit too?" Gorsekit purred as she thought of her siblings comforting her. "Douglaskit is pretty much my twin! He has brown tabby due and green eyes too, but he gets very scared easily. Ponderosakit on the other hand, she likes to show off and brag. I'm sure half the nursery knows what happened by now! She only has bracken coloured fur and darker green eyes." The kit was distracted from the medicine cat as she talked about her family.

ChameweonRainbow

March 19th, 2017, 05:14 AM

"Yes. But I think I can be brave. Is it okay if my brother and sister come visit too?" Gorsekit purred as she thought of her siblings comforting her. "Douglaskit is pretty much my twin! He has brown tabby due and green eyes too, but he gets very scared easily. Ponderosakit on the other hand, she likes to show off and brag. I'm sure half the nursery knows what happened by now! She only has bracken coloured fur and darker green eyes." The kit was distracted from the medicine cat as she talked about her family.

NeverFalter gulped. He was glad that he could stay to comfort Gorsekit, but he felt rather apprehensive about her siblings coming in. They had yelled at him and ridiculed him when all he had asked for was help from the queens since they knew more about kits than he did. He would try and stay strong for Gorsekit, and also not look like a crykitty in front of Ebonypaw. He continued to purr and gently caress the she-kit.

NightWarrior4Life

March 19th, 2017, 05:25 AM

NeverFalter gulped. He was glad that he could stay to comfort Gorsekit, but he felt rather apprehensive about her siblings coming in. They had yelled at him and ridiculed him when all he had asked for was help from the queens since they knew more about kits than he did. He would try and stay strong for Gorsekit, and also not look like a crykitty in front of Ebonypaw. He continued to purr and gently caress the she-kit.
Just then, as Gorsekit started to pur, two brown kits with green eyes rushed into the den. "Gorsekit! Are you okay?"
"What did EbonyPaw say?"
"I'm still in pain...but we're sure it's a dislocated leg...the skin has opened up...it stings...but yeah I'm fine!"
"Thank StarClan!" Ponderosakit sighed with relief "Mama was really fretting when she found out..."
"Not as much as me!" Douglaskit argued "of course, darling..." The bracken coloured she-kit waved her tail over her brother's mouth to silence him "you always were a mumbler..."
"He's a scaredy-kit!" Gorsekit sneered. "Sorry, Douglaskit. We're only joking. There's nothing to worry about." The tabby Tom-kit was hidden behind one of Neverfalter's three fluffy legs. He poked his head out and mewled then gave his identical sister a lick "okay, Gorsekit. As long as you feel better."

ChameweonRainbow

March 19th, 2017, 05:35 AM

Just then, as Gorsekit started to pur, two brown kits with green eyes rushed into the den. "Gorsekit! Are you okay?"
"What did EbonyPaw say?"
"I'm still in pain...but we're sure it's a dislocated leg...the skin has opened up...it stings...but yeah I'm fine!"
"Thank StarClan!" Ponderosakit sighed with relief "Mama was really fretting when she found out..."
"Not as much as me!" Douglaskit argued "of course, darling..." The bracken coloured she-kit waved her tail over her brother's mouth to silence him "you always were a mumbler..."
"He's a scaredy-kit!" Gorsekit sneered. "Sorry, Douglaskit. We're only joking. There's nothing to worry about." The tabby Tom-kit was hidden behind one of Neverfalter's three fluffy legs. He poked his head out and mewled then gave his identical sister a lick "okay, Gorsekit. As long as you feel better."

NeverFalter felt shivers go up his spine as now that there were so many cats close to him he felt a bit cramped. He moved his head to look down curiously at the tom known as Douglaskit. "Hello, young one. I'm sorry I was so dumb back there in the nursery. I should've come here right away. I just didn't know what to do." He said, his voice becoming choked up with locked away tears as he recounted his faults earlier that day. He patted the tabby tom-kit gently with his forepaw and purred apologetically.

NightWarrior4Life

March 19th, 2017, 06:18 AM

NeverFalter felt shivers go up his spine as now that there were so many cats close to him he felt a bit cramped. He moved his head to look down curiously at the tom known as Douglaskit. "Hello, young one. I'm sorry I was so dumb back there in the nursery. I should've come here right away. I just didn't know what to do." He said, his voice becoming choked up with locked away tears as he recounted his faults earlier that day. He patted the tabby tom-kit gently with his forepaw and purred apologetically.
"Huh? Ah!" Douglaskit darted away next to his sister Ponderosakit. "Oh...ha...hi NeverFalter...it's okay..."
"Oh honey, we weren't shouting! You know, we were just concerned for our little sister!"
"I'm not little!" Gorsekit retorted "I'm the same age as you two and we're the same litter." The tabby spat. Wow, I've become more and more distant with my parents and siblings recently... She turned to NeverFalter and muttered "I don't really get on well with Ponderosakit. She's a little...bossy..."

ChameweonRainbow

March 19th, 2017, 06:41 AM

"Huh? Ah!" Douglaskit darted away next to his sister Ponderosakit. "Oh...ha...hi NeverFalter...it's okay..."
"Oh honey, we weren't shouting! You know, we were just concerned for our little sister!"
"I'm not little!" Gorsekit retorted "I'm the same age as you two and we're the same litter." The tabby spat. Wow, I've become more and more distant with my parents and siblings recently... She turned to NeverFalter and muttered "I don't really get on well with Ponderosakit. She's a little...bossy..."

NeverFalter was not very good with sibling stuff but he knew that kits needed to stop arguing during something important. "Okay, young ones stop fighting in the medicine den, Ebonypaw is trying to work here," He said.He curled his tail around Gorsekit's siblings and purred, hoping to stop them from arguing.

NightWarrior4Life

March 19th, 2017, 09:40 AM

NeverFalter was not very good with sibling stuff but he knew that kits needed to stop arguing during something important. "Okay, young ones stop fighting in the medicine den, Ebonypaw is trying to work here," He said.He curled his tail around Gorsekit's siblings and purred, hoping to stop them from arguing.
Gorsekit grinned cheekily and stuck out her tongue. "Right, we'll be back later dear...take care." Ponderosakit waved her tail elegantly behind her and left. "There's nothing to be scared of Douglaskit. Go now, Ponderosakit will take care of you."
"Well, as long as you're sure..." The tabby turned and followed his sister.

ChameweonRainbow

March 19th, 2017, 02:13 PM

Gorsekit grinned cheekily and stuck out her tongue. "Right, we'll be back later dear...take care." Ponderosakit waved her tail elegantly behind her and left. "There's nothing to be scared of Douglaskit. Go now, Ponderosakit will take care of you."
"Well, as long as you're sure..." The tabby turned and followed his sister.
NightWarrior4Life Brooklyn Trees
After the two kits had left NeverFalter turned worried eyes towards Ebonypaw. "Will Gorsekit be alright?" He said. Even though he had just met the brown tabby she-kit he felt that he had to protect her. He still felt immensely guilty and would be depressed for a good long while. He cared deeply for every cat in his clan and he hated the idea of making any of them unhappy or hurt. He gave Gorsekit a comforting lick in her head and purred. He glanced down at her injured paw; seeing the skin broken, and the limb twisted at an odd angle. He felt revolted, not at the injury but at himself for being responsible for it.

NightWarrior4Life

March 19th, 2017, 02:43 PM

NightWarrior4Life Brooklyn Trees
After the two kits had left NeverFalter turned worried eyes towards Ebonypaw. "Will Gorsekit be alright?" He said. Even though he had just met the brown tabby she-kit he felt that he had to protect her. He still felt immensely guilty and would be depressed for a good long while. He cared deeply for every cat in his clan and he hated the idea of making any of them unhappy or hurt. He gave Gorsekit a comforting lick in her head and purred. He glanced down at her injured paw; seeing the skin broken, and the limb twisted at an odd angle. He felt revolted, not at the injury but at himself for being responsible for it.
"Can't you just correct the bone back into place?" Gorsekit asked "then put some cobwebs and marigold on my leg to help heal the broken skin?" As she spoke, she looked down at the red blood that had started to bead making a long scarlet necklace down her tabby leg.

ChameweonRainbow

March 19th, 2017, 02:54 PM

"Can't you just correct the bone back into place?" Gorsekit asked "then put some cobwebs and marigold on my leg to help heal the broken skin?" As she spoke, she looked down at the red blood that had started to bead making a long scarlet necklace down her tabby leg.

NeverFalter had taken a liking to herbs when he was young so he enjoyed seeing another young cat know things about medicine. "That sounds very smart of you Gorsekit, but let's leave the professionals to help heal your paw. We want you to make sure your paw is all better as soon as possible." He purred and nuzzled the little she-kit happily.

NightWarrior4Life

March 19th, 2017, 02:57 PM

NeverFalter had taken a liking to herbs when he was young so he enjoyed seeing another young cat know things about medicine. "That sounds very smart of you Gorsekit, but let's leave the professionals to help heal your paw. We want you to make sure your paw is all better as soon as possible." He purred and nuzzled the little she-kit happily.
Brooklyn Trees
"But the professionals can do exactly that! I'm not scared anymore...although it will hurt, a lot. It's like dislocating it all over again."

ChameweonRainbow

March 19th, 2017, 03:14 PM

Brooklyn Trees
"But the professionals can do exactly that! I'm not scared anymore...although it will hurt, a lot. It's like dislocating it all over again."
Brooklyn Trees
The smoky pelted tom chuckled lightly and purred louder. "Well young one, I'm sure you'll feel a lot better after. Yes, it will hurt but I know you're a strong kit." He patted Gorsekit's head reassuringly with one of his big fluffy paws. :kittyface:

Brooklyn Trees

March 23rd, 2017, 09:14 PM

Chameleonrainbow NightWarrior4Life
Ebonypaw looked up quickly at the kit's words, not expecting the small feline to be so knowledgeable of how to do things like this, and having no better ideas, simply gazed at the tabby, pale blue eyes betraying the surprise which she felt and did nothing to hide.
A moment later and the tuxedo cat realized her silent amazement and murmured a soft
"Okay.", Turning and padding softly further into the den.
She softly padded away towards the herb store, softly removing Marigold and cobwebs and returning to her patient, placing the two items by her paws.
"Um... So this is probably going to hurt, okay?" She asked, attempting to alert the small kit of what she was going to do.

NightWarrior4Life

March 24th, 2017, 10:52 AM

Brooklyn Trees

March 24th, 2017, 03:45 PM

The tabby kit nodded and closed her eyes, teeth grinding. Every moment waiting made it worse, the anticipation making it more painful than the pain itself. "I'm ready...Do it!" Gorsekit mewed, holding her leg out to Ebonypaw.
Her eyes drew closed, blinking questioningly at the kit's sudden urgency, and then snapped the bone back into place.
She kept her eyes fixed on the tabby kitten, hoping that she was now okay again, and removed the Marigold from the floor, beginning to chew it into a poultice.

NightWarrior4Life

March 25th, 2017, 02:36 AM

Her eyes drew closed, blinking questioningly at the kit's sudden urgency, and then snapped the bone back into place.
She kept her eyes fixed on the tabby kitten, hoping that she was now okay again, and removed the Marigold from the floor, beginning to chew it into a poultice.
Gorsekit screeched "Eeek!" And jumped a few feet up in the air but then settled as the potent smelling Marigold juice trickled into her tabby leg "ahh...that stings a little."

Brooklyn Trees

March 25th, 2017, 11:50 AM

Gorsekit screeched "Eeek!" And jumped a few feet up in the air but then settled as the potent smelling Marigold juice trickled into her tabby leg "ahh...that stings a little."
Ebonypaw quietly questioned the small kit's reaction as she pressed the sticky tendrils of web into the kit's soft fur.
She removed her paws from Gorsekit's leg, laying it back against the floor and wrapping her tail tightly around them as she drew her eyes along the bandaged limb.
"How're you feeling?" Ebonypaw wanted to be sure that the kit wasn't in as much pain - or worse pain - than beforehand.

NightWarrior4Life

March 25th, 2017, 01:54 PM

Ebonypaw quietly questioned the small kit's reaction as she pressed the sticky tendrils of web into the kit's soft fur.
She removed her paws from Gorsekit's leg, laying it back against the floor and wrapping her tail tightly around them as she drew her eyes along the bandaged limb.
"How're you feeling?" Ebonypaw wanted to be sure that the kit wasn't in as much pain - or worse pain - than beforehand.
"A little uncomfortable and sticky." Gorsekit waved her leg around a little. "But...I wouldn't know it was broken if i were another cat. What do you think NeverFalter?"
ChameweonRainbow

ChameweonRainbow

March 25th, 2017, 03:42 PM

"A little uncomfortable and sticky." Gorsekit waved her leg around a little. "But...I wouldn't know it was broken if i were another cat. What do you think NeverFalter?"
ChameweonRainbow
NightWarrior4Life Brooklyn Trees
The fluffy tom observed the bandaged limb and gazed kindly at Ebonypaw, nodding in thanks. "I think that Ebonypaw did a great job if you're feeling that much better," he purred. "I can't thank you enough Ebonypaw for helping Gorsekit," He said.
"I also have a question to ask. Is it possible for me to work as a hunter and help kits without having to fight other cats? I know I'm supposed to be a warrior but I feel sick inside every time I harm another cat. I am willing to protect my clan with my life, but I just can't bare to fight others my whole life. What am I going to do..." He said, tears starting to stream down his face. His body shook with quiet sobs and his ears lay flat in shame and sorrow.

poor baby T ^ T

Brooklyn Trees

March 27th, 2017, 12:07 AM

NightWarrior4Life Brooklyn Trees
The fluffy tom observed the bandaged limb and gazed kindly at Ebonypaw, nodding in thanks. "I think that Ebonypaw did a great job if you're feeling that much better," he purred. "I can't thank you enough Ebonypaw for helping Gorsekit," He said.
"I also have a question to ask. Is it possible for me to work as a hunter and help kits without having to fight other cats? I know I'm supposed to be a warrior but I feel sick inside every time I harm another cat. I am willing to protect my clan with my life, but I just can't bare to fight others my whole life. What am I going to do..." He said, tears starting to stream down his face. His body shook with quiet sobs and his ears lay flat in shame and sorrow.

poor baby T ^ T

Ebonypaw turned rather questioning eyes to the three-legged tom as he spoke, seemingly becoming rather run over with emotion which she judged by his voice and the tears that wet his cheeks.
"I would think so..." She mewed, attempting not to further upset the tom. "I wouldn't know. I don't Train as a warrior anymore. But a clan life is more than fighting all the time."
She wasn't sure if this would help or hinder the Tom's current state but it was the best that she could truthfully come up with.

ChameweonRainbow

March 27th, 2017, 04:39 AM

Ebonypaw turned rather questioning eyes to the three-legged tom as he spoke, seemingly becoming rather run over with emotion which she judged by his voice and the tears that wet his cheeks.
"I would think so..." She mewed, attempting not to further upset the tom. "I wouldn't know. I don't Train as a warrior anymore. But a clan life is more than fighting all the time."
She wasn't sure if this would help or hinder the Tom's current state but it was the best that she could truthfully come up with.
NightWarrior4Life Brooklyn Trees
NeverFalter looked up at the medicine cat, his blue and yellow eyes glistening with tears. "You really think so?" He croaked. He was a very young warrior and afraid of having to fight his whole life. He wiped his face with his paw and took a shaky breath to calm himself. "Um.. well.. if I'm not needed anymore.. I should probably go.." He said shyly. The three-legged tom was embarrassed that he cried in front of another cat and felt rather awkward sitting there in the medicine den with two cats watching him be so weak.

NightWarrior4Life

March 27th, 2017, 10:08 AM

NightWarrior4Life Brooklyn Trees
NeverFalter looked up at the medicine cat, his blue and yellow eyes glistening with tears. "You really think so?" He croaked. He was a very young warrior and afraid of having to fight his whole life. He wiped his face with his paw and took a shaky breath to calm himself. "Um.. well.. if I'm not needed anymore.. I should probably go.." He said shyly. The three-legged tom was embarrassed that he cried in front of another cat and felt rather awkward sitting there in the medicine den with two cats watching him be so weak.
Gorsekit gave his leg a friendly lick "Goodbye, NeverFalter. Don't worry about me though, will you? I am fine here." The small tabby kit explained the quicker he leaves the better...I know it hurts him to see me in pain like this. I know we've only known echo the for a day...but perhaps he was better off before we met...

ChameweonRainbow

March 28th, 2017, 12:26 AM

Gorsekit gave his leg a friendly lick "Goodbye, NeverFalter. Don't worry about me though, will you? I am fine here." The small tabby kit explained the quicker he leaves the better...I know it hurts him to see me in pain like this. I know we've only known echo the for a day...but perhaps he was better off before we met...

The young tom ducked his head to nuzzle the brown tabby she-kit before turning to look away. His eyes clouded with grief as he got up and padded out of the den. He didn't look back but instead he tucked his tail and continued to walk away.He thought back on the look of pain and pity on Gorsekit's face as she said goodbye. If this is what happens when I try to make friends, I give up on trying to make them then...

Brooklyn Trees

March 28th, 2017, 10:28 PM

The young tom ducked his head to nuzzle the brown tabby she-kit before turning to look away. His eyes clouded with grief as he got up and padded out of the den. He didn't look back but instead he tucked his tail and continued to walk away.He thought back on the look of pain and pity on Gorsekit's face as she said goodbye. If this is what happens when I try to make friends, I give up on trying to make them then...
Gorsekit gave his leg a friendly lick "Goodbye, NeverFalter. Don't worry about me though, will you? I am fine here." The small tabby kit explained the quicker he leaves the better...I know it hurts him to see me in pain like this. I know we've only known echo the for a day...but perhaps he was better off before we met...

Ebonypaw got to her paws as the tom nuzzled the kitten and then turned to leave, watching the three-legged tom make his way from the den before turning back to the kit.
"You can leave now, just don't walk on it too much for a while, Okay?" She mewed. She wanted to make sure that the bone become dislocated again.

NightWarrior4Life

March 29th, 2017, 02:03 AM

ChameweonRainbow
Gorsekit nodded "but don't you want to keep a close eye on it?" She urged. But after Ebonypaw shook her head, the kit turned and followed NeverFalter out of the den.

Mango

April 17th, 2017, 08:42 AM

Fennelheart limped in to the den," I have a cut spiraling my tail, on my paw, and an ear nick."

Brooklyn Trees

April 19th, 2017, 01:14 PM

Fennelheart limped in to the den," I have a cut spiraling my tail, on my paw, and an ear nick."
Ebonypaw looked up abruptly at the words spoken by Fennelheart as they entered the den, her eyes drawn rather quickly to the way that the other feline limped.
It was one of the first times that one who had come to the medicine den to be healed had been so upfront about what had happened to them that needed to be healed — and therefor why they were there — and so Ebonypaw skipped that part of how she went about this.
"Can I see the injuries?" She asked, wanting to know which paw and which ear as well as being able to take a closer look at the cuts and nicks that the feline had told her of.

Mango

April 19th, 2017, 02:57 PM

Ebonypaw looked up abruptly at the words spoken by Fennelheart as they entered the den, her eyes drawn rather quickly to the way that the other feline limped.
It was one of the first times that one who had come to the medicine den to be healed had been so upfront about what had happened to them that needed to be healed — and therefor why they were there — and so Ebonypaw skipped that part of how she went about this.
"Can I see the injuries?" She asked, wanting to know which paw and which ear as well as being able to take a closer look at the cuts and nicks that the feline had told her of.
Fennelheart nodded," Sure. Right ear, front left paw."

Brooklyn Trees

April 20th, 2017, 05:52 PM

Fennelheart nodded," Sure. Right ear, front left paw."
Slightly puzzled at the other's reaction the tuxedo paused momentarily before getting to her paws and sniffing gently at the feline's right ear, running her eye along the nick that patterned it and then lowering her gaze downwards to the paw which Fennelheart had indicated to be the injured one, scooping it up gently on her own forepaw and turning it lightly to inspect the cut.
Marigold... Cobwebs... The rather short list of what she would need ran through her head as she looked back up at the other and — with a rather short
"I'll go get them." — the she-cat stood and padded to the back of the den to retrieve her herbs.

Mango

April 21st, 2017, 06:12 AM

Slightly puzzled at the other's reaction the tuxedo paused momentarily before getting to her paws and sniffing gently at the feline's right ear, running her eye along the nick that patterned it and then lowering her gaze downwards to the paw which Fennelheart had indicated to be the injured one, scooping it up gently on her own forepaw and turning it lightly to inspect the cut.
Marigold... Cobwebs... The rather short list of what she would need ran through her head as she looked back up at the other and — with a rather short
"I'll go get them." — the she-cat stood and padded to the back of the den to retrieve her herbs.
Fennelheart nodded," Alright." She waited happily

Brooklyn Trees

April 22nd, 2017, 04:27 AM

Fennelheart nodded," Alright." She waited happily

The herb store was more pungent than the rest of the heavily herb-scented den, and it took her a moment to find the flowers and sticky tendrils of web which she would need.
Turning back to the other feline and padding back to her with a mouthful of cobwebs and marigold, she was drawn towards which of these she should indeed wrap first, as none of them seemed to be much larger in pain or peril to the other.
As she approached, Ebonypaw set the cobwebs down on the floor beneath her paws and proceeded to press the juices from the petals of the marigold beneath her teeth to create a poultice.

Once it was sufficiently pulp-like in texture, the feline scooped the other's paw back into her own and carefully began to lick the poultice into it before plastering it down with cobwebs and moving on to Fennelheart's tail which bore the unusual scratch.

Mango

April 24th, 2017, 07:11 AM

The herb store was more pungent than the rest of the heavily herb-scented den, and it took her a moment to find the flowers and sticky tendrils of web which she would need.
Turning back to the other feline and padding back to her with a mouthful of cobwebs and marigold, she was drawn towards which of these she should indeed wrap first, as none of them seemed to be much larger in pain or peril to the other.
As she approached, Ebonypaw set the cobwebs down on the floor beneath her paws and proceeded to press the juices from the petals of the marigold beneath her teeth to create a poultice.

Once it was sufficiently pulp-like in texture, the feline scooped the other's paw back into her own and carefully began to lick the poultice into it before plastering it down with cobwebs and moving on to Fennelheart's tail which bore the unusual scratch.
Fennelheart barely winced as the strong smelling herbs were applied to her wounds, she wasn't cranky or wanting to whine, she just stood there waiting for it to be over.

Brooklyn Trees

April 24th, 2017, 08:55 AM

Fennelheart barely winced as the strong smelling herbs were applied to her wounds, she wasn't cranky or wanting to whine, she just stood there waiting for it to be over.
Ebonypaw moved, as quickly as she could, to applying the juices of the marigold flowers to the spiral cut along the feline's tail and pressing the sticky tendrils of webs against Fennelheart's fur until they stuck still to hold the poultice on before moving up to the small nick in the older she-cat's ear.
It was small — being a nick — and therefor she didn't use as much of the marigold mush on it, and not quite as much of the cobweb was needed as for the other wounds.

It was slightly more difficult for Ebonypaw to make the tendrils of web stick to the fur of Fennelheart's ear than it was for her to make them stick to the other, less thin and curved and more thickly covered with fur, parts of her body to which she had applied the web.

Stepping back after her few failed attempts to make it stick and finally being satisfied with how sturdily the cobwebs were set in place upon the cat's ear she opened her maw to speak, seeing no other wounds or cause for ailment that needed tending to.
"I've finished with the poultices and the wounds you told me of are covered now. Don't take the cobwebs off for a few days." She said, sitting down as she faced the warrior and wrapping her dark tail about her paws.

Mango

April 24th, 2017, 10:51 AM

Ebonypaw moved, as quickly as she could, to applying the juices of the marigold flowers to the spiral cut along the feline's tail and pressing the sticky tendrils of webs against Fennelheart's fur until they stuck still to hold the poultice on before moving up to the small nick in the older she-cat's ear.
It was small — being a nick — and therefor she didn't use as much of the marigold mush on it, and not quite as much of the cobweb was needed as for the other wounds.

It was slightly more difficult for Ebonypaw to make the tendrils of web stick to the fur of Fennelheart's ear than it was for her to make them stick to the other, less thin and curved and more thickly covered with fur, parts of her body to which she had applied the web.

Stepping back after her few failed attempts to make it stick and finally being satisfied with how sturdily the cobwebs were set in place upon the cat's ear she opened her maw to speak, seeing no other wounds or cause for ailment that needed tending to.
"I've finished with the poultices and the wounds you told me of are covered now. Don't take the cobwebs off for a few days." She said, sitting down as she faced the warrior and wrapping her dark tail about her paws.
Fennelheart nodded," Are there any restrictions to my duties such as climbing, hunting, or patroling? I don't want to reinjury it."

Brooklyn Trees

April 25th, 2017, 09:28 AM

Fennelheart nodded," Are there any restrictions to my duties such as climbing, hunting, or patroling? I don't want to reinjury it."

Ebonypaw — from her seat on the ground — observed the injuries that she had covered as she had been asked of the restrictions of them.

"I don't believe that there should be many restrictions, though try not to climb or run too much on the paw as you could break the skin open as it heals again." The tuxedo feline mewed, flicking an ear lightly for no particular reason beyond the fact that she had developed he habit of doing so.

Mango

April 25th, 2017, 06:29 PM

Ebonypaw — from her seat on the ground — observed the injuries that she had covered as she had been asked of the restrictions of them.

"I don't believe that there should be many restrictions, though try not to climb or run too much on the paw as you could break the skin open as it heals again." The tuxedo feline mewed, flicking an ear lightly for no particular reason beyond the fact that she had developed he habit of doing so.
Fennelheart flashed Ebonypaw a small smile," Alright. Thanks for informing me and healing me." she padded out.

Starfall

May 5th, 2017, 11:10 PM

Brooklyn Trees

May 6th, 2017, 11:47 AM

Brooklyn Trees

The little kit had barely mustered up enough strength to hobble into the den, his pawsteps wobbly. He had been sick for quite a while and he didn't really want to come into the medicine cats den until his sister practically dragged him to the entrance and left him. His green hues flickered with uncertainty as he made his way a little further than the den entrance "He-hello?" he called, which was followed by a cough, he felt tired, as tired as he usually felt after he ran around chasing his sister, but he hadn't done that in a while, in fact it had been about half a moon since he had gone out of the nursery to play, he didn't have the enthusiasm and energy anymore. Littlekit hopes that the medicine cat knew what was wrong with him, other older Warriors talked about it, but never told him about it, it terrified him, but maybe the medicine cat would fix it.

The thick scent of herbs was not as overpowering to her as it used to be, and so the tuxedo cat scented the unusual addition to the scent of herbs before she heard the small kit speak.
She wasn't quite sure what it was though. This strange scent that mingled with the scents that were constantly with her, and so she remained in seperating two of the piles of pungent herbs that had fallen together.

"Hello," she mewed towards the small kit. Perhaps nothing actually was wrong, and if that was so then she had no intention of frightening the small kit.
"Come in if you like."

Starfall

May 6th, 2017, 12:09 PM

The thick scent of herbs was not as overpowering to her as it used to be, and so the tuxedo cat scented the unusual addition to the scent of herbs before she heard the small kit speak.
She wasn't quite sure what it was though. This strange scent that mingled with the scents that were constantly with her, and so she remained in seperating two of the piles of pungent herbs that had fallen together.

"Hello," she mewed towards the small kit. Perhaps nothing actually was wrong, and if that was so then she had no intention of frightening the small kit.
"Come in if you like."

It was odd, rumors of the skyclan medicine cats were always scary, stating that she was mean and ruthless, and of course those rumors managed to keep him from coming in here, scaring him more than they should have. His green hues flickered with uncertainty as he slowly and hesitantly made his way further into the den, the scents of the herbs overpowered him and made him a little light headed 'How does she work like this?' he thought before stopping a fox length away from the medicine cat, his pelt was dirty and uneven and he looked much skinner than he was supposed to, but he couldn't bring himself to eat, everything tasted awful. He looked up at the older molly, his paws shuffled "um...I'm sorry but my sister told me to come in here....I'm not feeling very good." he said softly, he wasn't his usual bubbily self, in fact, he was solem, and alone most of the time. He didn't feel like going out and making new friends, he didn't want to do anything actually, moving hurt too much. Littlekit turned his gaze down to his paws "...Is something wrong with me?" he asked 'Am I dying?' he wanted to ask that aloud, but he didn't, not yet anyways, he was too scared to hear the answer, too scared too see if it was that bad.

Starfall

May 13th, 2017, 12:11 PM

Empress Of Evil

May 13th, 2017, 05:12 PM

Brooklyn Trees Empress Of Evil

Heavy breathing, the strong taste of iron, and the smell of death drifted in the air. She knew it was a bad idea, yet she still let the older go battle, she didn't try to convince her not to, it was all her fault. Starfall had the spotted elder on her back, her side slashed open and multiple deep wounds littered her body, she was in horrible condition. The white warrior burst into the medicine cat den, her blue orbs were wide with fear and horror "Ebonypaw! Quick please she needs help!" she cried, her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, her voice dripped with worry. Could she be saved? Was she too late? The cloud colored warrior gently layed the older molly down and shuffled back, her ears flattened against her head. "Sh-she went to battle against the Dusk Syndicate....and bumped into Singeni- I-I mean singe." she stated softly, her tail tip flicking back and fourth. She let out a shallow breath and slowly backed out of the medicine cat den, she wouldn't be of any help, she didn't know what any of the herbs do none the less know how to clean wounds, she would just be taking up space.

Rainpebble knew where she was, she knew what was happening, and she knew that she couldn't stop it. She was dying. Her wounds were to horrid for her to magically survive, she lost too much blood and honestly, it was her time to go. The black spotted warrior let out shallow wheezes, blood still pouring from her gashes on her stomach and elsewhere, but she didn't feel any pain, no, in fact she was numb. Everything was numb. Her senses especially, for a second she forgot where she was, who she was, what had happened. But it came back along with a flash of pain which was only brief. The elder's blue hues only had a little flicker of light left, small, and not too bright. At the moment only one thing flashed in her mind 'Was I good enough?' did she fight well enough for her lost clan mates? Did she fight well enough for her clan? She let out a low, ragged breath and looked at Ebonypaw, her sapphire hues flickered wit uncertainty "...Can....you bring me...Auroraflame?" she asked softly, weakly, as she gave the younger a reassuring smile, there was no need to try, she already had a paw in Starclans territory. "I must...tell her something....before I go." she wheezed out, a grimace replaced her smile as she shifted, pain flashed through her frail body once more. She refused to leave until she could tell her apprentice goodbye, tell her just how proud she was, tell her how much she loved her, as though she was her own daughter. Pain stabbed her this time, not pain from her wounds, no it was pain from her heart, from her very soul, she was leaving behind her family, those she cared for, leaving them alone in the world, how awful was she?

Her mind was a mess. Ever since the battle had ended, her thoughts and mind had been all over the place. Auroraflame hadn't been eating enough, she had had hardly a wink of sleep, and she was traumatised. Each day, the horror struck her again and again that she had killed a cat. So maybe she could've been the one killed instead and she was simply defending herself, but she had killed a cat. All she had wanted to do was to hurt her enough until her opponent got the message. The deputy had told herself over and over to stop dwelling on the past and move on. The clan needed her. If she was going to continue acting the way that she was, SkyClan would become disorganised and 'out of order'. But it was much harder than one might think. Auroraflame now seemed to be punishing herself for her action, even if it had been an accident. She should have never gone for the shoulders, then Boreas wouldn't have moved and at the last second get pierced in the throat instead of the shoulders. How many lives had she now ruined? The ebony feline felt as though the weight of the world was resting on her shoulders, she needed help, but seeing dead and injured felines wasn't helping, especially when some were her own clan mates.

Earlier, the deputy had seen her former mentor being carried into the medicine cat den. Concern had overcome her and she had decided to check up on Rainpebble. "Rainpebble?" she whispered, her voice trembling. So many emotions were running through her head, playing with her thoughts. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw her former mentor. StarClan please don't do this to me, Auroraflame pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. Whilst the she-cat might be about 40 or so moons younger than her mentor, Rainpebble was still one of her closest friends. She had taught her everything that the deputy knew to this day. Auroraflame couldn't help but feel as though she hadn't yet made her mentor proud enough yet. She felt as though she still hadn't proved herself to her mentor. Rainpebble wasn't just a mentor to her, she was a close friend, and basically a second mother. She had always treated her with respect and to see her in such a state made her upset and angry. Who would dare do such a thing?

She didn't have to be a medicine cat for Auroraflame to see that her former mentor probably didn't have much longer to live. She choked back the sobs and cries as tears welled up in her orbs, threatening to spill. She had to hope. That was one important thing that Rainpebble had taught her. You must look forward and keep on hoping. "Please, there must be something you can do! Tell me there is!" Auroraflame begged, turning her attention to Ebonypaw. The deputy wouldn't blame the medicine cat couldn't save her, but she would be thankful if she tried. Tears were now running down her cheek as she stared back at her former mentor. "Don't go. I still have yet to make you proud. Stay. Tell me who did this to you. I'll find them and avenge you! Just don't leave me," Auroraflame said, not bothering to hold back her tears anymore. Her ears flattened against her head as she stared at the wounded she-cat, her eyes sad as she sniffles every now and again. Surely Rainpebble wouldn't leave just yet? She may be old but she still had lots more moons to live. Auroraflame had heard the cats live up to about 120 moons before dying of old age. Or even before. Rainpebble was only about 70 moons or so. The ebony she-cat felt as if though her world was falling apart. First, she murdered someone, and second, her mentor was dying. Please don't tell me that there's anything else, the deputy thought closing her eyes for a brief moment. She gazed at her mentor, the tears slowing down but still present.
Please don't leave me.

Brooklyn Trees

May 15th, 2017, 08:34 PM

Heavy breathing, the strong taste of iron, and the smell of death drifted in the air. She knew it was a bad idea, yet she still let the older go battle, she didn't try to convince her not to, it was all her fault. Starfall had the spotted elder on her back, her side slashed open and multiple deep wounds littered her body, she was in horrible condition. The white warrior burst into the medicine cat den, her blue orbs were wide with fear and horror "Ebonypaw! Quick please she needs help!" she cried, her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence, her voice dripped with worry. Could she be saved? Was she too late? The cloud colored warrior gently layed the older molly down and shuffled back, her ears flattened against her head. "Sh-she went to battle against the Dusk Syndicate....and bumped into Singeni- I-I mean singe." she stated softly, her tail tip flicking back and fourth. She let out a shallow breath and slowly backed out of the medicine cat den, she wouldn't be of any help, she didn't know what any of the herbs do none the less know how to clean wounds, she would just be taking up space.

Rainpebble knew where she was, she knew what was happening, and she knew that she couldn't stop it. She was dying. Her wounds were to horrid for her to magically survive, she lost too much blood and honestly, it was her time to go. The black spotted warrior let out shallow wheezes, blood still pouring from her gashes on her stomach and elsewhere, but she didn't feel any pain, no, in fact she was numb. Everything was numb. Her senses especially, for a second she forgot where she was, who she was, what had happened. But it came back along with a flash of pain which was only brief. The elder's blue hues only had a little flicker of light left, small, and not too bright. At the moment only one thing flashed in her mind 'Was I good enough?' did she fight well enough for her lost clan mates? Did she fight well enough for her clan? She let out a low, ragged breath and looked at Ebonypaw, her sapphire hues flickered wit uncertainty "...Can....you bring me...Auroraflame?" she asked softly, weakly, as she gave the younger a reassuring smile, there was no need to try, she already had a paw in Starclans territory. "I must...tell her something....before I go." she wheezed out, a grimace replaced her smile as she shifted, pain flashed through her frail body once more. She refused to leave until she could tell her apprentice goodbye, tell her just how proud she was, tell her how much she loved her, as though she was her own daughter. Pain stabbed her this time, not pain from her wounds, no it was pain from her heart, from her very soul, she was leaving behind her family, those she cared for, leaving them alone in the world, how awful was she?
Her mind was a mess. Ever since the battle had ended, her thoughts and mind had been all over the place. Auroraflame hadn't been eating enough, she had had hardly a wink of sleep, and she was traumatised. Each day, the horror struck her again and again that she had killed a cat. So maybe she could've been the one killed instead and she was simply defending herself, but she had killed a cat. All she had wanted to do was to hurt her enough until her opponent got the message. The deputy had told herself over and over to stop dwelling on the past and move on. The clan needed her. If she was going to continue acting the way that she was, SkyClan would become disorganised and 'out of order'. But it was much harder than one might think. Auroraflame now seemed to be punishing herself for her action, even if it had been an accident. She should have never gone for the shoulders, then Boreas wouldn't have moved and at the last second get pierced in the throat instead of the shoulders. How many lives had she now ruined? The ebony feline felt as though the weight of the world was resting on her shoulders, she needed help, but seeing dead and injured felines wasn't helping, especially when some were her own clan mates.

Earlier, the deputy had seen her former mentor being carried into the medicine cat den. Concern had overcome her and she had decided to check up on Rainpebble. "Rainpebble?" she whispered, her voice trembling. So many emotions were running through her head, playing with her thoughts. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw her former mentor. StarClan please don't do this to me, Auroraflame pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. Whilst the she-cat might be about 40 or so moons younger than her mentor, Rainpebble was still one of her closest friends. She had taught her everything that the deputy knew to this day. Auroraflame couldn't help but feel as though she hadn't yet made her mentor proud enough yet. She felt as though she still hadn't proved herself to her mentor. Rainpebble wasn't just a mentor to her, she was a close friend, and basically a second mother. She had always treated her with respect and to see her in such a state made her upset and angry. Who would dare do such a thing?

She didn't have to be a medicine cat for Auroraflame to see that her former mentor probably didn't have much longer to live. She choked back the sobs and cries as tears welled up in her orbs, threatening to spill. She had to hope. That was one important thing that Rainpebble had taught her. You must look forward and keep on hoping. "Please, there must be something you can do! Tell me there is!" Auroraflame begged, turning her attention to Ebonypaw. The deputy wouldn't blame the medicine cat couldn't save her, but she would be thankful if she tried. Tears were now running down her cheek as she stared back at her former mentor. "Don't go. I still have yet to make you proud. Stay. Tell me who did this to you. I'll find them and avenge you! Just don't leave me," Auroraflame said, not bothering to hold back her tears anymore. Her ears flattened against her head as she stared at the wounded she-cat, her eyes sad as she sniffles every now and again. Surely Rainpebble wouldn't leave just yet? She may be old but she still had lots more moons to live. Auroraflame had heard the cats live up to about 120 moons before dying of old age. Or even before. Rainpebble was only about 70 moons or so. The ebony she-cat felt as if though her world was falling apart. First, she murdered someone, and second, her mentor was dying. Please don't tell me that there's anything else, the deputy thought closing her eyes for a brief moment. She gazed at her mentor, the tears slowing down but still present.
Please don't leave me.

The younger feline's eyes widened as she saw the bleeding form being placed on the ground before her, and for a moment she simply watched the frail form, not even sure what to do.
She had so many wounds.
It was not until the deputy had asked for something, some reassurance that this she-cat may survive, that Ebonyfrost found herself forming an actual assesment of it.

Quickly, Ebonyfrost gathered cobwebs, much more than she might have needed, and tore a lump from it, beginning to press it tenderly against the torn skin.
But the gashes were large and the bleeding didn't stop.
She laid the soaked one by her side and tore another piece from the clump, sticky strands catching to her paws as she pressed them to one of the larger wounds.
Press.
Wait.
Discard.
Tear.
Rewind.
Repeat.
There was not much more than this that she could do if bleeding continued.

(Sorry, it's a bit short, but I really don't know what to have her do...)

Starfall

May 18th, 2017, 10:05 PM

Her mind was a mess. Ever since the battle had ended, her thoughts and mind had been all over the place. Auroraflame hadn't been eating enough, she had had hardly a wink of sleep, and she was traumatised. Each day, the horror struck her again and again that she had killed a cat. So maybe she could've been the one killed instead and she was simply defending herself, but she had killed a cat. All she had wanted to do was to hurt her enough until her opponent got the message. The deputy had told herself over and over to stop dwelling on the past and move on. The clan needed her. If she was going to continue acting the way that she was, SkyClan would become disorganised and 'out of order'. But it was much harder than one might think. Auroraflame now seemed to be punishing herself for her action, even if it had been an accident. She should have never gone for the shoulders, then Boreas wouldn't have moved and at the last second get pierced in the throat instead of the shoulders. How many lives had she now ruined? The ebony feline felt as though the weight of the world was resting on her shoulders, she needed help, but seeing dead and injured felines wasn't helping, especially when some were her own clan mates.

Earlier, the deputy had seen her former mentor being carried into the medicine cat den. Concern had overcome her and she had decided to check up on Rainpebble. "Rainpebble?" she whispered, her voice trembling. So many emotions were running through her head, playing with her thoughts. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw her former mentor. StarClan please don't do this to me, Auroraflame pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. Whilst the she-cat might be about 40 or so moons younger than her mentor, Rainpebble was still one of her closest friends. She had taught her everything that the deputy knew to this day. Auroraflame couldn't help but feel as though she hadn't yet made her mentor proud enough yet. She felt as though she still hadn't proved herself to her mentor. Rainpebble wasn't just a mentor to her, she was a close friend, and basically a second mother. She had always treated her with respect and to see her in such a state made her upset and angry. Who would dare do such a thing?

She didn't have to be a medicine cat for Auroraflame to see that her former mentor probably didn't have much longer to live. She choked back the sobs and cries as tears welled up in her orbs, threatening to spill. She had to hope. That was one important thing that Rainpebble had taught her. You must look forward and keep on hoping. "Please, there must be something you can do! Tell me there is!" Auroraflame begged, turning her attention to Ebonypaw. The deputy wouldn't blame the medicine cat couldn't save her, but she would be thankful if she tried. Tears were now running down her cheek as she stared back at her former mentor. "Don't go. I still have yet to make you proud. Stay. Tell me who did this to you. I'll find them and avenge you! Just don't leave me," Auroraflame said, not bothering to hold back her tears anymore. Her ears flattened against her head as she stared at the wounded she-cat, her eyes sad as she sniffles every now and again. Surely Rainpebble wouldn't leave just yet? She may be old but she still had lots more moons to live. Auroraflame had heard the cats live up to about 120 moons before dying of old age. Or even before. Rainpebble was only about 70 moons or so. The ebony she-cat felt as if though her world was falling apart. First, she murdered someone, and second, her mentor was dying. Please don't tell me that there's anything else, the deputy thought closing her eyes for a brief moment. She gazed at her mentor, the tears slowing down but still present.

Please don't leave me.

The younger feline's eyes widened as she saw the bleeding form being placed on the ground before her, and for a moment she simply watched the frail form, not even sure what to do.
She had so many wounds.
It was not until the deputy had asked for something, some reassurance that this she-cat may survive, that Ebonyfrost found herself forming an actual assesment of it.

Quickly, Ebonyfrost gathered cobwebs, much more than she might have needed, and tore a lump from it, beginning to press it tenderly against the torn skin.
But the gashes were large and the bleeding didn't stop.
She laid the soaked one by her side and tore another piece from the clump, sticky strands catching to her paws as she pressed them to one of the larger wounds.
Press.
Wait.
Discard.
Tear.
Rewind.
Repeat.
There was not much more than this that she could do if bleeding continued.

(Sorry, it's a bit short, but I really don't know what to have her do...)

[That's okay, that was the plan wasn't it? No need to apologize /v\ ]

The silver, black spotted molly lifted her head slowly at the sound of her former apprentices voice, a smile formed on her maw. Just the cat she was looking for, just the molly she was hoping to speak too, just deputy she deputy she was wishing to say goodbye to. She knew she wasn't going to make it through these wounds, she could already feel her body becoming more and more numb, she couldn't feel any pain although she knew that she should considering the fact that she had a gaping hole in her side. The elder shot her former apprentice a smile before it was quickly replaced with a grimace as the Medicine cat put pressure on her wound. There's the pain, now most would hate the feeling, but to the dying elder, it meant that she'd be in this world just a little longer, and that's all she asked Starclan for at the moment. Multiple things were running through her mind at the moment, words she always wanted to tell the deputy, praises she wanted to drown her in, words of sorrow and of guilt. She was leaving her only apprentice behind, her only pride and joy in this world, Rainpebble wasn't going to be able to guide her through any hardships anymore, unable to tell Auroraflame her tales back in her younger moons.

Rainpebble let out a ragged breath and closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing to make her sound better than she actually was. "Auroraflame....I thought I taught you not to live your life with revenge and hatred leading the way." she wheezed, although she was dying she wasn't going to stop teaching, stop helping, stop believing. She knew she only had a little while left to tell her former apprentice.....the molly she thought of as a daughter, just what she thought of her, just how much the elder was actually proud of her, how much she loved her. The silver molly shifted her weight and let out a pained grunt, she might as well make it easier to see her former apprentice in her last moments, she could tell by Ebonyfrost's movements that she wasn't going to make it. "Thank you....Ebonyfrost....you don't have to continue, I know I won't last much longer." she told the medicine cat, her silver orbs flickered with honesty, she didn't want to dry out the medicine cats recourses, they needed to be used on other's that had a chance at living. The elder's vision was becoming blurred but she could see the pooling blood clearly, it caked her pelt and stained her paws, although she wasn't sure how much of it was hers, and what was Singe's. She took a deep breath before she continued, her blurry focus now upon the deputy's figure "You've made me the proudest cat in all clans....the proudest cat in the...world." she stated "You walked into my life as a story....and now you're leaving as a legend...I'm so proud of you." she took a deep breath and gave the ebony warrior a soft smile "I'll always be watching over you, I'll always be right beside you, I'll always love you.....I'll love you forever and always." she chuckled, which was replaced with a cough, but instead of spit, it was blood, a sign that she only had a few seconds left.

Rainpebble shakily lifted her paw and rubbed Auroraflame's cheek, catching a tear drop before the limb landed heavily back upon the den floor. "Goodbye.....Auroraflame." she purred before the little ounce of life flickered out of the elders eyes and her maw lay slack, her breathing ceased. She was dead, lifeless, limp, and free from the world's wars, the worlds pain, and the world's chains.

Empress Of Evil

May 27th, 2017, 03:46 AM

She had to calm down. Taking slow, deep breaths, Auroraflame calmed down and silenced her sobs. She couldn't be like this in front of her mentor. She had to stay strong, she couldn't let her emotions get the better of her. But it was much harder than the deputy could ever expect. The ebony she-cat could never know what to expect when it came to emotions. When she was angry, she could feel like hurting everyone in her sight. When she was sad, she could become extremely weak emotionally. Looking at her former mentor, it hurt Auroraflame to see her in such pain. No one had the right to be going through the amount of pain that her former mentor was. This wasn't right, it wasn't fair. But life wasn't fair and it wouldn't ever be fair. Even if there were times where you felt like life was treating you like a queen, something would eventually come and make you tumble down to the bottom. But that was all just part of life. It was the obstacles that you had to over come. It was just life's way of teaching you not to give up. Great rewards will come if you work hard after all. But, this was all too much at once. Auroraflame knew that in a few weeks she would stop dwelling on the fact that she had murdered a cat and move on. But losing her former mentor might last in her mind for a bit longer than that. Especially having to deal with this all at once.

The deputy's ears immediately swiveled around as her mentor spoke again. That didn't last long as a moment later she found herself pressing her ears against her head. She knew that Rainpebble was right, but even after the many moons of learning from her former mentor, Auroraflame had still decided that some things couldn't just slip pass. The ebony pelted she-cat knew that peace was the way and not violence, but she was defiant and she yearned to let her enemies know that a big crime would not be forgotten. Even if she had to do it alone, she would always do what she believed was right. If no one was ever going to believe in you, you had to believe in yourself and prove them wrong. It wasn't fair that others didn't trust you to do something, so you just had to show them that they were wrong. Even if it wasn't always the nicest thing to do, anger could drive Auroraflame to do powerful things. When she was angry, the she-cat would show everyone else that they shouldn't have accused her, have wronged her, she wouldn't stand for that. It was just her strange way of being fair.
As Rainpebble's next set of words reached her ears, her icy blue hues widened. "No! Don't think like that, you will survive!" she said fiercely, the transparent droplets starting to fall rapidly once again. "There is hope, there is always hope," Auroraflame whispered, choking back her sobs.
The spotted she-cat's words made sent pain running through her. "No, i'm no legend. I couldn't save you, what kind of a cat does that make me?" Auroraflame mumbled numbly, her fur damp with her tears. The words that Rainpebble were pushing her towards feeling proud against her own will, but she refused to let herself rejoice. She had made a mistake, maybe it would've been better if she'd asked Grousestar to not let Rainpebble go. She should've been there to protect her. But knowing her former mentor, it wasn't like the she-cat would've listened. She would've gone no matter what she'd said. "Yes, you will be right beside me because you'll live through this. Please Rainpebble, you're not going anywhere anytime soon," Auroraflame said, struggling to speak through the sobs that shook her. She trembled as her former mentor coughed up blood. There was no denying it. For the moments leading up to this, Auroraflame had hoped harder than she ever had. But fate was going to decide what it wanted to do. Normally, the she-cat would've already admitted that the she-cat was going to leave soon, but she couldn't. Rainpebble had taught her to keep hoping, she couldn't just let that all go. Everything that she had been taught, the ebony she-cat would never let go of. She would keep it and make sure that she didn't forget to use everything she knew.

As Rainpebble's paw touched her cheek, the deputy could already feel her becoming colder than it should be. "No, please, don't," Auroraflame begged, her voice barely audible as she looked down at her former mentor, her usually optimistic, bright icy blue hues, pained. As the spotted molly spoke her final words, the she-cat was overwhelmed with emotions. "No!" Auroraflame wailed, moving forward and placing her two front paws on either shoulder, shaking the lifeless body gently. "No no no no no!" Auroraflame cried, the tears coming down in streams as the deputy buried her head into the blood stained, cold fur. One word echoed continuously through her mind the whole time.

No.

starfall Brooklyn Trees

Brooklyn Trees

June 3rd, 2017, 08:52 PM

starfall Empress Of Evil (So, does that wrap up the roleplay?)

Brooklyn Trees

June 9th, 2017, 11:45 AM

goddess of ducks

June 10th, 2017, 12:08 AM

Nighty moonfang

A tuxedo feline crouched near the back of the den, rearranging the piles of sticks, webs and leaves that adorned the store. Since the previous death of the feline here in the den she had been left slightly shaken. She had not been able to help her, it had already been too late and that scared the she-cat. Death could not always be helped, injuries not always healed, sicknesses not always cured.
Ebonyfrost shook her head, returning a slight sternness to her expression and her mind to the feeble work of subtle rearrangement.

(Idk)

moonfang

Beachkit laid there quietly, trying his hardest to block out the sounds of the medicine den. He shifted, the wrappings on his leg were bothering him. They were itchy and uncomfortable, and he really didn't like him. He wanted to scratch at it, tear off the wrappings, but Ebonyfrost and Scorchedpetak wouldn't be very happy at him. The young Abyssinian tried to roll over, with out bumping his sore leg. The sounds of cats somewhere in the den were penetrating his thoughts. He heard some words, it sounded like Aunt Aurora, but he wasn't sure. Then some other cat, they sounded.....in pain. He had no clue why, until he heard the last words 'Goodbye.....Auroraflame." His eyes flung open, wide with a panic. Death.

It lingered for what seemed like forever. He didn't want to look over there. He didn't want to see the cat die. He didn't want to see anything. He buried his head way far down in his mother's fur and slammed his paws over his ears. He didn't want to see. He didn't want to hear. He didn't want to know. Death, his mother had come so close to it. What if he thought about her death too much and it actually came true? He couldn't loose her. He might loose his father too, if his mother went. He couldn't live without both of them. He just couldn't. His chest rose and fell rather quickly, and in somewhat of a panic. The thought of loosing his parents was terrifying, especially after watching his mother come so close to crossing the line. He didn't want that, but it was all he could see when he closed his eyes. It was all he could think about when he stared at her. It seemed endless.

Adderbracken

June 10th, 2017, 06:36 AM

A dust colored cat steps in "hello i am adder " he says in a confident manner " i have been watching your clan and I would like to join. I sit curling my tail around my paws.

monfang

June 10th, 2017, 07:52 AM

moonfang

Beachkit laid there quietly, trying his hardest to block out the sounds of the medicine den. He shifted, the wrappings on his leg were bothering him. They were itchy and uncomfortable, and he really didn't like him. He wanted to scratch at it, tear off the wrappings, but Ebonyfrost and Scorchedpetak wouldn't be very happy at him. The young Abyssinian tried to roll over, with out bumping his sore leg. The sounds of cats somewhere in the den were penetrating his thoughts. He heard some words, it sounded like Aunt Aurora, but he wasn't sure. Then some other cat, they sounded.....in pain. He had no clue why, until he heard the last words 'Goodbye.....Auroraflame." His eyes flung open, wide with a panic. Death.

It lingered for what seemed like forever. He didn't want to look over there. He didn't want to see the cat die. He didn't want to see anything. He buried his head way far down in his mother's fur and slammed his paws over his ears. He didn't want to see. He didn't want to hear. He didn't want to know. Death, his mother had come so close to it. What if he thought about her death too much and it actually came true? He couldn't loose her. He might loose his father too, if his mother went. He couldn't live without both of them. He just couldn't. His chest rose and fell rather quickly, and in somewhat of a panic. The thought of loosing his parents was terrifying, especially after watching his mother come so close to crossing the line. He didn't want that, but it was all he could see when he closed his eyes. It was all he could think about when he stared at her. It seemed endless.
Scorchedpetal had been resting, sleeping in the den. Still quite sore and hurt, a scar cutting through her neck now that was obvious it would not leave. She was dreaming of her family, them playing in the fields, having fun along the outer ridge of the clan, and then a dark creature came, and attacked them. Next thing she knew her four kits were dead and Cliffheart was screaming 'Look out'. She looked up, seeing the ice blue eyes of the figure, and as he darted for her she screamed. Darkness engulfed her, the screams of her kits and of Cliffheart in her ears, the sounds of the clan being attacked, it was all too real. Everything was just too real. Then, an unknown pressure was applied to her stomach, and it broke the dream.

She bolted her head upwards as she awoke from the dream, breathing heavily. By the calmness around her she knew her scream never escaped her dream. She felt something snuggling with her fur and looked down, seeing Beachkit. She smiled, and lifted her tail, letting it brush against him gently and lovingly. She wiped her dream from her eyes and replaced it with a motherly stare. She gave his head a few licks before looking up at Ebonyfrost. "Good morning, dear." she said to her, dipping her head before looking out of the den. She heard the play of kits and apprentices, of warriors talking and gossiping. Elders sharing exaggerated stories and talking of the past. She missed it. She had been in the den for a while now, but now that her wounds were healed she hoped she would be able to go and see Cliffheart and her kits soon.

She then turned her attention to Beachkit. "Good morning, little star." she whispered, smiling kindly at him. She curled her tail around him and groomed him, her tongue running gentle along his body. "Did you sleep well?" she asked, a soft purr escaping her maw. She hoped he didn't notice her jumping up earlier like she did, or her heavy breathing. With a few more finishing licks she rose her head above him, looking down on him with a sweet, warm smile.

{ Brooklyn Trees }

Brooklyn Trees

June 10th, 2017, 02:08 PM

A dust colored cat steps in "hello i am adder " he says in a confident manner " i have been watching your clan and I would like to join. I sit curling my tail around my paws.

(Hey there! Welcome to WCO! Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure how Ebonyfrost would be capable of helping with Adder's joining of the clan. Depending on whether or not the clan is accepting outsiders at the moment, that would be a thing that the leader or deputy would be more of a help with. I suggest though that, as the rules state, you may want to contact them and find out when they are available to roleplay rather than just posting in their HR's den. Thanks for understanding! =^^= )

judas

July 28th, 2017, 09:46 AM

Brooklyn Trees

July 28th, 2017, 08:45 PM

Brooklyn Trees
(I'm on mobile so my post Might be a lil short ^^;)
Fawnkit walked into the medicine cat's den quietly. She didn't want to bother any of the other cats. She had grown a bit, the now five moon old kit looked around more. "Ebonyfrost?" Fawnkit called, twitching her wiskers. Fawnkit looked around where she stepped, not wanting to crush any herbs. "Ebonyfrost?"
The somewhat familiar voice calling her name drew Ebonyfrost's attention. Fawnkit. She remembered Fawnkit, who was now larger than Ebonyfrost had anticipated.
"Yes?" She mewed, pale blue eyes scanning the younger she-cat in the way that she had grown accustomed to doing when someone entered her den. She could detect no immediate injury.
Ebonyfrost stood, long dark tail sweeping the floor behind her as she waited for the brown furred feline to respond.

Brooklyn Trees

August 1st, 2017, 12:57 PM

Myik

judas

August 1st, 2017, 03:31 PM

The somewhat familiar voice calling her name drew Ebonyfrost's attention. Fawnkit. She remembered Fawnkit, who was now larger than Ebonyfrost had anticipated.
"Yes?" She mewed, pale blue eyes scanning the younger she-cat in the way that she had grown accustomed to doing when someone entered her den. She could detect no immediate injury.
Ebonyfrost stood, long dark tail sweeping the floor behind her as she waited for the brown furred feline to respond.
Myik
Fawnkit smiled as she looked at Ebonyfrost. "I'm sorry if your busy, but I just wanted to congratulate you." She mewed. Fawnkit's tail waved with Anxiety, she knew she could be annoying. Fawnkit remembered when she first visited Ebonyfrost, back when she was an apprentice. "You know, on getting your full name and all. It must be pretty exciting," She mewed. Her green eyes looked at the larger Medicine cat. Fawnkit wasn't sure what it took to be a full medicine cat, after all they did have every sick cats lives in their paws.

Brooklyn Trees

August 1st, 2017, 06:58 PM

Fawnkit smiled as she looked at Ebonyfrost. "I'm sorry if your busy, but I just wanted to congratulate you." She mewed. Fawnkit's tail waved with Anxiety, she knew she could be annoying. Fawnkit remembered when she first visited Ebonyfrost, back when she was an apprentice. "You know, on getting your full name and all. It must be pretty exciting," She mewed. Her green eyes looked at the larger Medicine cat. Fawnkit wasn't sure what it took to be a full medicine cat, after all they did have every sick cats lives in their paws.

This surprised the Medicine Cat, and for a moment she was slightly lost as to how to respond, instead looking silently at the smaller feline as she searched for a response.
"Thank you." She said eventually, she hoped that her slightly terse tone wouldn't mislead the younger cat into believing that she was being sarcastic or did not truly appreciate the words, and Ebonyfrost hesitated on whether she should say something more.
"It is, I suppose." She said, quieter than before. "In a way."
She hadn't thought about the excitement of it all that much. Excitement seemed like an immature reaction – Kit-like and young. She didn't want to be associated with this emotion, but she had told Fawnkit about it.
Fawnkit didn't really seem like someone she would have to lie to about something as trivial as excitement, even if she deadened her words.
In all honesty, she was somewhat frightened rather than excited.

judas

August 2nd, 2017, 09:09 AM

This surprised the Medicine Cat, and for a moment she was slightly lost as to how to respond, instead looking silently at the smaller feline as she searched for a response.
"Thank you." She said eventually, she hoped that her slightly terse tone wouldn't mislead the younger cat into believing that she was being sarcastic or did not truly appreciate the words, and Ebonyfrost hesitated on whether she should say something more.
"It is, I suppose." She said, quieter than before. "In a way."
She hadn't thought about the excitement of it all that much. Excitement seemed like an immature reaction – Kit-like and young. She didn't want to be associated with this emotion, but she had told Fawnkit about it.
Fawnkit didn't really seem like someone she would have to lie to about something as trivial as excitement, even if she deadened her words.
In all honesty, she was somewhat frightened rather than excited.
Fawnkit flicked her ears, whiskers twitching with questions. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Ebonyfrost. She remembered her interest with names when she was young, Fawnkit flicked her tail. She looked at the Medicine cat with a calm smile. "So EbonyFrost, Ebony means Black or very Dark coloring. But what does frost mean?" She asked, sitting with her paws pressed close to her. Fawnkit was ready to leave at any moment the cat asked.

Brooklyn Trees

August 3rd, 2017, 08:40 PM

Fawnkit flicked her ears, whiskers twitching with questions. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Ebonyfrost. She remembered her interest with names when she was young, Fawnkit flicked her tail. She looked at the Medicine cat with a calm smile. "So EbonyFrost, Ebony means Black or very Dark coloring. But what does frost mean?" She asked, sitting with her paws pressed close to her. Fawnkit was ready to leave at any moment the cat asked.
This was an unexpected question for Ebonyfrost. Partially because she wasn't entirely sure what the kit meant by this. She hesitated, unsure of how to answer as her question could either mean what 'frost' meant in terms of why she had been named such, or it could mean what actual frost was. The kit may have been unfamiliar with frost, or perhaps had never seen it. Ebonyfrost looked down at her paws as she began to speak, imagining frost as she had seen it.
"...Frost is like snow. Kind of. It appears in the early morning and into the winter, frost in crystalline patches on ferns and leaves, or settled on the ground. It's beautiful in a way, cold, thin, soft in a way, even though it freezes all that it touches." She looked up at the kit again and began to attempt to cover how lost she had become in her description.
"It's a bunch of small, white, cold stuff, like snow, but it forms on surfaces when it's very cold unlike snow, which falls from the sky."

judas

August 5th, 2017, 12:14 PM

This was an unexpected question for Ebonyfrost. Partially because she wasn't entirely sure what the kit meant by this. She hesitated, unsure of how to answer as her question could either mean what 'frost' meant in terms of why she had been named such, or it could mean what actual frost was. The kit may have been unfamiliar with frost, or perhaps had never seen it. Ebonyfrost looked down at her paws as she began to speak, imagining frost as she had seen it.
"...Frost is like snow. Kind of. It appears in the early morning and into the winter, frost in crystalline patches on ferns and leaves, or settled on the ground. It's beautiful in a way, cold, thin, soft in a way, even though it freezes all that it touches." She looked up at the kit again and began to attempt to cover how lost she had become in her description.
"It's a bunch of small, white, cold stuff, like snow, but it forms on surfaces when it's very cold unlike snow, which falls from the sky."
Fawnkit ruffled her fur, looking at the cat oddly. She looked at Ebonyfrost with green eyes. She flicked her tail, clearing her throat. "Yes, That is what frost is. But I mean name meaning. Every name has a meaning, like Fawnkit. Fawn for my fur, and kit because I'm only five Moons old." She mewed, tilting her head.

Brooklyn Trees

August 27th, 2017, 11:44 AM

Fawnkit ruffled her fur, looking at the cat oddly. She looked at Ebonyfrost with green eyes. She flicked her tail, clearing her throat. "Yes, That is what frost is. But I mean name meaning. Every name has a meaning, like Fawnkit. Fawn for my fur, and kit because I'm only five Moons old." She mewed, tilting her head.
(I'm going to have to bring in some other'a fairly soon. Are you okay with doing this quickly? I'm sorry, I've forgotten to reply for quite some time o.o)
Ebonyfrost startled at this, feeling rather stupid for her previous explanation.
"I..." She paused. "When I was given this name, I was told that..." She paused again, unsure if she should continue that thought.
"I would imagine that it is for the colors of my pelt. Ebony for the dark and Frost for the light."

judas

August 27th, 2017, 05:14 PM

(I'm going to have to bring in some other'a fairly soon. Are you okay with doing this quickly? I'm sorry, I've forgotten to reply for quite some time o.o)
Ebonyfrost startled at this, feeling rather stupid for her previous explanation.
"I..." She paused. "When I was given this name, I was told that..." She paused again, unsure if she should continue that thought.
"I would imagine that it is for the colors of my pelt. Ebony for the dark and Frost for the light."
(It's okay ^^)
Fawnkit nodded, thinking for a moment. "That would make since." The kit turned, noticing her new collection scattered around. "I'll see you later Ebonyfrost! I need to get my things!" Fawnkit smiled over her shoulder, flicking her tail as she skipped out the medicine den.

Brooklyn Trees

August 27th, 2017, 10:39 PM

(It's okay ^^)
Fawnkit nodded, thinking for a moment. "That would make since." The kit turned, noticing her new collection scattered around. "I'll see you later Ebonyfrost! I need to get my things!" Fawnkit smiled over her shoulder, flicking her tail as she skipped out the medicine den.
(Thank you. <3)

Charmer

September 24th, 2017, 03:50 PM

Momotaro

September 26th, 2017, 10:47 AM

Shinefang shuffled into the medicine den and looked around. He wasn't really supposed to be in there without permission, but who was going to stop him? It was strange to not see a medicine cat in here. The pale, ginger warrior made his way to the back of the den and peered at the shelves of herbs with his one eye. Many of these were familiar from his many years serving his clan. He recognized the Comfrey by smell. It was that herb that the previous medicine cat had put on his wounds. They said it stopped wounds from getting infected. He glimpsed yarrow next, faded white flowers. He remembered that one from the belly wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. That and...ah, there, cobwebs. The grizzled tom smirked in satisfaction as he realized just how many of these he knew. Just because he was getting up there is years didn't mean his mind wasn't every bit as sharp as his claws. "I could probably do this job," he muttered to himself. "It would be a nice change from chasing around all those young fools on patrols, for sure." Shinefang would never admit it, but he was getting old...had been old more like. There were cats younger than him in the elder's den right now. But Shinefang had no interest in retiring. "I'll join the elders when I'm dead!" he growled to himself, before realizing how on the nose his own comment had been. "Fox dung, you know what I mean," he said to no one in particular. He fixed his attention back on the herbs again.

{Note; Comet has a rare condition where a living being cannot feel physical pain, so thats why they are so chill about a broken foot.}
CometStream padded into the den, limping slightly, due to their paw. The non-binary warrior knew that Ebonyfrost would not be here, but Comet decided to get their hopes up, If Grousestar's reasonable he would have gotten a new medicine cat by now. The black, amber, and white warrior spotted Shinefang in the den, and assumed he was the replacement. Cometstream had heard of the old tom, apparently he had a grudge against she-cats. A bit of a sexist, Comet thought. But the warrior padded towards to Shinefang, and spoke, ``Hey, uhh, your the new Medicine cat, right? a have a broken foot. i think thats worthy of a medicine cat?`` He asked tentavily, he had always seen Shinefang as a warrior, not a medicine cat, but then again, who cares?

Wheatfur padded into the den, he had heard that Skyclan had lost their medicine cat, so the tom had decided to help out. It would be a good idea, he thought, to build some allies, as the tensions between the clans were high. However, instead of finding an empty medicine den, he spotted A young cat, and an older warrior. Good grief, there are injured cats already? The tom strode towards them and started talking, Hello, i am Wheatfur, medicine cat of Thunderclan, i have heard that your clan has lost its medicine cat, or has a new one, i am here to train one to help the clan on its feet.`` Wheatfur finished, and looked at the cats.

Charmer

September 26th, 2017, 02:02 PM

{Note; Comet has a rare condition where a living being cannot feel physical pain, so thats why they are so chill about a broken foot.}
CometStream padded into the den, limping slightly, due to their paw. The non-binary warrior knew that Ebonyfrost would not be here, but Comet decided to get their hopes up, If Grousestar's reasonable he would have gotten a new medicine cat by now. The black, amber, and white warrior spotted Shinefang in the den, and assumed he was the replacement. Cometstream had heard of the old tom, apparently he had a grudge against she-cats. A bit of a sexist, Comet thought. But the warrior padded towards to Shinefang, and spoke, ``Hey, uhh, your the new Medicine cat, right? a have a broken foot. i think thats worthy of a medicine cat?`` He asked tentavily, he had always seen Shinefang as a warrior, not a medicine cat, but then again, who cares?

Wheatfur padded into the den, he had heard that Skyclan had lost their medicine cat, so the tom had decided to help out. It would be a good idea, he thought, to build some allies, as the tensions between the clans were high. However, instead of finding an empty medicine den, he spotted A young cat, and an older warrior. Good grief, there are injured cats already? The tom strode towards them and started talking, Hello, i am Wheatfur, medicine cat of Thunderclan, i have heard that your clan has lost its medicine cat, or has a new one, i am here to train one to help the clan on its feet.`` Wheatfur finished, and looked at the cats.

(Gotcha!)

"Eh?" Shinefang spun around with surprising speed for such an old cat, giving the younger warrior a view of his scarred face and missing eye. The grizzled cat turned his head to stare at the warrior with an intense gaze. "Eh...Cometriver, right? What's all this then?" The old cat padded heavily toward the warrior and scrutinized the foot. "So you went and broke your foot? Well, what did you go and do a thing like that for?" Shinefang began to mutter unintelligible about "warriors these days" as he let his own paw hover above the other cat's. There was heat coming off of it, and just from a glance he could tell that it was larger than the other "Yup, that's pretty swollen, alright."

At that moment, Shinefang's torn ear flicked as he observed that another cat had entered the den. He squinted, looking closely at the cat, before standing straight with recognition. "Wheatfur?" he listened as the Thunderclan medicine cat explained their reason for the visit. "Hmm, well that's nice of ya. The name is Shinefang. A medicine cat?" he meowed ponderously. It was odd to say out loud, he'd been a warrior for so long. He snorted, "Well, when you've been to see the medicine cat as many times as I have, you pick up a few things. I'm the best they've got right now, at least." The old tom's lips curled up in a hideous grin, amusing by his own observation. He was glad that of all the medicine cats to come and help him figure out his new duties, it was Wheatfur. He knew that they were a former warrior like himself, and knew first hand what it was like to have blood on his claws.

He turned back to Cometstream and pointed with his paw. "So how'd you go and do that?" He turned back to Wheatfur again. "Seems this one went and broke their paw." He thought it over for a minute and turned his back on both cats. "Have a seat in the nest there, Cometsound. Wheatfur, I'm thinking comfrey for the inflammation, but the bones themselves have me stumped. I've seem bones being reset, but those were long bones like in the limbs. If their foot is really broken, those are tiny things. Any ideas?" The new medicine cat looked at the more experienced one with veiled worry in his gaze. Shinefang had two hopes in that moment: 1. That he hadn't managed to make himself look like a mouse-brained twit just yet, and 2. That Wheatfur would have an idea of how to help. In spite of his gruff exterior, the old cat was first and foremost a servant to his clan, and wanted to do this new job well.

Empress Of Evil

September 26th, 2017, 10:59 PM

Shinefang shuffled into the medicine den and looked around. He wasn't really supposed to be in there without permission, but who was going to stop him? It was strange to not see a medicine cat in here. The pale, ginger warrior made his way to the back of the den and peered at the shelves of herbs with his one eye. Many of these were familiar from his many years serving his clan. He recognized the Comfrey by smell. It was that herb that the previous medicine cat had put on his wounds. They said it stopped wounds from getting infected. He glimpsed yarrow next, faded white flowers. He remembered that one from the belly wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. That and...ah, there, cobwebs. The grizzled tom smirked in satisfaction as he realized just how many of these he knew. Just because he was getting up there is years didn't mean his mind wasn't every bit as sharp as his claws. "I could probably do this job," he muttered to himself. "It would be a nice change from chasing around all those young fools on patrols, for sure." Shinefang would never admit it, but he was getting old...had been old more like. There were cats younger than him in the elder's den right now. But Shinefang had no interest in retiring. "I'll join the elders when I'm dead!" he growled to himself, before realizing how on the nose his own comment had been. "Fox dung, you know what I mean," he said to no one in particular. He fixed his attention back on the herbs again.

Rumour had it that someone had been chosen to replace Ebonyfrost. Auroraflame wanted to see for herself if this was true. No official announcement had been made by Grousestar so far, but the deputy wanted to see anyway. With a small rabbit clutched between her jaws, she pushed past the entrance of the medicine den and was welcomed by the familiar scent of herbs. The scent of Ebonyfrost still lingered, but it was faint. It was a shame that the former medicine cat had resigned. Although she didn't know her very well, Auroraflame had liked Ebonyfrost and respected her. The she-cat could only hope that whoever filled the role next would make it as easy to respect and work alongside them. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice. One that was deep and even a little croaky. It was a voice she didn't recognise. As her icy gaze scanned the den, she could see the outline of a figure sitting down. She placed the rabbit on the ground before straightening up and tilting her head to the side. "Are you the new medicine cat?" Auroraflame asked, her gaze focused on the figure. She didn't introduce herself, as most cats in their clan knew who she was. However, she didn't know who this cat was. She could hardly even see them. Auroraflame knew most of the cats in this clan, or at least their name, appearance and possibly voice. This cat ticked none of the boxes. For a moment, an absurd suggestion came to her mind. What if this cat was a stranger? But that couldn't be right. No cat could sneak into SkyClan's camp without being caught. Auroraflame frowned in thought. Or what if they were like her? What if they had the power of shadow stealth? But then again, that was unlikely too. Her power was probably very rare. She hadn't even heard of any other cat having a power. No one knew she had a power, and she was happy to keep it that way. "Who are you?" Auroraflame asked in a quiet tone. She took a step forward and caged the small rabbit with her legs. She wasn't going to be sharing any rabbit until the cat stepped out into the light so that she could see them.

Charmer

September 26th, 2017, 11:18 PM

Rumour had it that someone had been chosen to replace Ebonyfrost. Auroraflame wanted to see for herself if this was true. No official announcement had been made by Grousestar so far, but the deputy wanted to see anyway. With a small rabbit clutched between her jaws, she pushed past the entrance of the medicine den and was welcomed by the familiar scent of herbs. The scent of Ebonyfrost still lingered, but it was faint. It was a shame that the former medicine cat had resigned. Although she didn't know her very well, Auroraflame had liked Ebonyfrost and respected her. The she-cat could only hope that whoever filled the role next would make it as easy to respect and work alongside them. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice. One that was deep and even a little croaky. It was a voice she didn't recognise. As her icy gaze scanned the den, she could see the outline of a figure sitting down. She placed the rabbit on the ground before straightening up and tilting her head to the side. "Are you the new medicine cat?" Auroraflame asked, her gaze focused on the figure. She didn't introduce herself, as most cats in their clan knew who she was. However, she didn't know who this cat was. She could hardly even see them. Auroraflame knew most of the cats in this clan, or at least their name, appearance and possibly voice. This cat ticked none of the boxes. For a moment, an absurd suggestion came to her mind. What if this cat was a stranger? But that couldn't be right. No cat could sneak into SkyClan's camp without being caught. Auroraflame frowned in thought. Or what if they were like her? What if they had the power of shadow stealth? But then again, that was unlikely too. Her power was probably very rare. She hadn't even heard of any other cat having a power. No one knew she had a power, and she was happy to keep it that way. "Who are you?" Auroraflame asked in a quiet tone. She took a step forward and caged the small rabbit with her legs. She wasn't going to be sharing any rabbit until the cat stepped out into the light so that she could see them.

"Eh what?" Shinefang turned his head to glance at the entrance to the medicine den. The gaze of his single eye fell up the shecat and he squinted, already unsettled. "Does Skyclan not say 'hello' anymore, or something," the older cat grouched under his breath, turning to pad toward the new-comer to get a better look. His bright orange eye scrutinized the shecat, and his ear flicked in concentration. "Yeah yeah, I'm going to be working as the new medicine cat. So what's wrong with ya? Did you twist yer paw too?" Shinefang looked her over carefully for any sign of injury as he muttered under his breath, "I swear to Starclan, we're going to have a clan of cats with no feet at this rate." It was then that he realized just who the shecat was, "Ah, Auroraflame,"when she asked who he was, he grunted, affronted. "Who am I? I'm Shinefang. I was a warrior when your parents were kits," he grumbled. "Can I help you with something?" he asked with an impatient twitch of his tail.

(too much? Let me know if I need to tone it down. Them working together should be challenging, not impossible.)

Momotaro

October 2nd, 2017, 01:16 PM

(Gotcha!)

"Eh?" Shinefang spun around with surprising speed for such an old cat, giving the younger warrior a view of his scarred face and missing eye. The grizzled cat turned his head to stare at the warrior with an intense gaze. "Eh...Cometriver, right? What's all this then?" The old cat padded heavily toward the warrior and scrutinized the foot. "So you went and broke your foot? Well, what did you go and do a thing like that for?" Shinefang began to mutter unintelligible about "warriors these days" as he let his own paw hover above the other cat's. There was heat coming off of it, and just from a glance he could tell that it was larger than the other "Yup, that's pretty swollen, alright."

At that moment, Shinefang's torn ear flicked as he observed that another cat had entered the den. He squinted, looking closely at the cat, before standing straight with recognition. "Wheatfur?" he listened as the Thunderclan medicine cat explained their reason for the visit. "Hmm, well that's nice of ya. The name is Shinefang. A medicine cat?" he meowed ponderously. It was odd to say out loud, he'd been a warrior for so long. He snorted, "Well, when you've been to see the medicine cat as many times as I have, you pick up a few things. I'm the best they've got right now, at least." The old tom's lips curled up in a hideous grin, amusing by his own observation. He was glad that of all the medicine cats to come and help him figure out his new duties, it was Wheatfur. He knew that they were a former warrior like himself, and knew first hand what it was like to have blood on his claws.

He turned back to Cometstream and pointed with his paw. "So how'd you go and do that?" He turned back to Wheatfur again. "Seems this one went and broke their paw." He thought it over for a minute and turned his back on both cats. "Have a seat in the nest there, Cometsound. Wheatfur, I'm thinking comfrey for the inflammation, but the bones themselves have me stumped. I've seem bones being reset, but those were long bones like in the limbs. If their foot is really broken, those are tiny things. Any ideas?" The new medicine cat looked at the more experienced one with veiled worry in his gaze. Shinefang had two hopes in that moment: 1. That he hadn't managed to make himself look like a mouse-brained twit just yet, and 2. That Wheatfur would have an idea of how to help. In spite of his gruff exterior, the old cat was first and foremost a servant to his clan, and wanted to do this new job well.
[this is the condition; CIPA,

Also, The EE was a period where the clans were ruled by Dark forest leaders, then Skyclan saved them.]

Cometstream looked over at the Thunderclan medicine cat, Shinefang, and themself. ``I must've fallen asleep,`` They mumbled half-heartedly. The dark torteshell, looked back at their foot. Wow. I did not notice that. They shook their head, and focused back on Shinefang. The warrior flicked his ears with annoyance. ``CometStream. My name is CometStream.`` He huffed, and padded backwards a little, they disliked being touched by other cats, though they could not feel the pain of a claw. The painless life was more of a curse than a blessing, as CometStream could not tell when they was seriously injured. in fact, CometStream had only gone into the den because of their friend. The young cat lay down in a random nest, and flattened their ears. ``Its CometStream.`` They pushed their face into the moss and sighed. CometStream disliked Shinefang already, Maybe it was because They felt they didn't need a medicine cat, maybe they disliked his, 'Young cats these days' attitude, or maybe Comet was just annoyed about Shinefang getting his name wrong. It was probably the last one.

Wheatfur felt a bit more at ease, Shinefang was like him, a cat that was not taught by a mentor from a young age, but an older warrior. He felt... A kinship? Anyway he felt more open. When Shinefang And Skyclan came to Thunderclan to help free them from The Dark forest Reign Wheatfur though the older Warrior had helped save him from a Supporter. Then again, it may of been a different cat, but he still felt a gratitude to Skyclan. The tom loooked closer at the paw, it was similar injury that left his back left foot limp and broken. ``This is a difficult injury`` He muttered, ``This will be very fiddly..``

Charmer

October 2nd, 2017, 06:08 PM

[this is the condition; CIPA,

Also, The EE was a period where the clans were ruled by Dark forest leaders, then Skyclan saved them.]

Cometstream looked over at the Thunderclan medicine cat, Shinefang, and themself. ``I must've fallen asleep,`` They mumbled half-heartedly. The dark torteshell, looked back at their foot. Wow. I did not notice that. They shook their head, and focused back on Shinefang. The warrior flicked his ears with annoyance. ``CometStream. My name is CometStream.`` He huffed, and padded backwards a little, they disliked being touched by other cats, though they could not feel the pain of a claw. The painless life was more of a curse than a blessing, as CometStream could not tell when they was seriously injured. in fact, CometStream had only gone into the den because of their friend. The young cat lay down in a random nest, and flattened their ears. ``Its CometStream.`` They pushed their face into the moss and sighed. CometStream disliked Shinefang already, Maybe it was because They felt they didn't need a medicine cat, maybe they disliked his, 'Young cats these days' attitude, or maybe Comet was just annoyed about Shinefang getting his name wrong. It was probably the last one.

Wheatfur felt a bit more at ease, Shinefang was like him, a cat that was not taught by a mentor from a young age, but an older warrior. He felt... A kinship? Anyway he felt more open. When Shinefang And Skyclan came to Thunderclan to help free them from The Dark forest Reign Wheatfur though the older Warrior had helped save him from a Supporter. Then again, it may of been a different cat, but he still felt a gratitude to Skyclan. The tom loooked closer at the paw, it was similar injury that left his back left foot limp and broken. ``This is a difficult injury`` He muttered, ``This will be very fiddly..``

Shinefang watched the warrior settle into a nest, flicking his ear ponderously at the way the warrior didn't seem to show many of the basic signs of pain in spite of their foot showing all the signs of a bad break. Cometstream wasn't wincing or favoring the paw, they didn't even seem to be lying in the nest awkwardly as he might expect. "Would you mind stretching out the leg wit the hurt foot? It'll make it easier for us to look it over without making you get up."

(I see what you put down here, so Imma go ahead and pick it up).
Shinefang turned back to to Wheatfur and looked at the medicine cat again. "I've seen you plenty at the gatherings, but you might not remember me. I helped save your tail during a battle with those dark forest foxhearts," the old cat said with a grin. "I respect you Wheatfur. You're like me: a cat of your clan, whether that's through healing or fighting." He turned his head to look at the young warrior in the nest and spoke to Wheatfur, his voice low to consult with the more experienced cat more quietly. "Give it to me straight; I may be a capable warrior, but I'm still new to this world of medicine cat stuff. What would you recommend? And... Do you think that foot can be completely healed?" Shinefang had seen plenty of cats twist a paw here and there and be fine. Paw breaks were something had not seen as often, but he'd seen plenty of cats with paws injured in such a way that they never work quite as well as they used to.

Empress Of Evil

October 3rd, 2017, 05:17 AM

"Eh what?" Shinefang turned his head to glance at the entrance to the medicine den. The gaze of his single eye fell up the shecat and he squinted, already unsettled. "Does Skyclan not say 'hello' anymore, or something," the older cat grouched under his breath, turning to pad toward the new-comer to get a better look. His bright orange eye scrutinized the shecat, and his ear flicked in concentration. "Yeah yeah, I'm going to be working as the new medicine cat. So what's wrong with ya? Did you twist yer paw too?" Shinefang looked her over carefully for any sign of injury as he muttered under his breath, "I swear to Starclan, we're going to have a clan of cats with no feet at this rate." It was then that he realized just who the shecat was, "Ah, Auroraflame,"when she asked who he was, he grunted, affronted. "Who am I? I'm Shinefang. I was a warrior when your parents were kits," he grumbled. "Can I help you with something?" he asked with an impatient twitch of his tail.

(too much? Let me know if I need to tone it down. Them working together should be challenging, not impossible.)

The deputy was not really sure what to think of the cat. Honestly, Auroraflame was normally annoyed when cats sounded so annoyed even though she'd hardly said anything, yet this time she didn't frown or feel grumpy. As a bright amber eye came into view, the she-cat had to suppress a shiver from running down her spine. Either this tom was really good at keeping one eye closed, or he was missing an eye. She decided not to ask about it, at least not right now anyway. She didn't know this cat, and she didn't want to risk the chance of him being sensitive.
"Oh nothing. I just came by to see if the rumours were true," Auroraflame said. I'm too graceful to twist my paw, she thought, a flicker of amusement flashing across her eyes at her own joke. "My paws are all perfectly fine and well functioning," She continued.
"Oh. Uh, okay," Auroraflame said, slightly weirded out by the sudden fact. The deputy had to bite back the urge to make a comment about how old he must be. Well, she managed to stop herself from saying it aloud. How old is this cat? She thought, her icy gaze scanning the tom. With the way that he grumbled all the time and muttered under his breath, Auroraflame could already tell that he was very impatient. Once again, she wasn't sure how to react to this. Suddenly the thought of sharing prey with this tom seemed a little comfortable to her. It wasn't because he was old, but just because he seemed so grouchy and Auroraflame had the feeling that sooner or later, he would say something she didn't like and she would find herself with another cat to not like. And he didn't seem very happy to meet her, or happy with her presence - not that everyone was happy with her presence. "No. I just wanted to give you this rabbit and maybe ask a few questions," Auroraflame said, pushing the rabbit towards him. She sat down where she was, curling her tail neatly around her paws. If this tom was now the medicine cat of SkyClan, then Auroraflame would want to know a thing or to about him. Like how was he chosen? Did StarClan choose him? Or did he ask Grousestar for the position? How did he know which herb was which and what each herb did? The deputy had a load of questions, and had to run her tongue along her teeth repeatedly to stop them from tumbling out all at once.

Charmer

October 3rd, 2017, 03:09 PM

The deputy was not really sure what to think of the cat. Honestly, Auroraflame was normally annoyed when cats sounded so annoyed even though she'd hardly said anything, yet this time she didn't frown or feel grumpy. As a bright amber eye came into view, the she-cat had to suppress a shiver from running down her spine. Either this tom was really good at keeping one eye closed, or he was missing an eye. She decided not to ask about it, at least not right now anyway. She didn't know this cat, and she didn't want to risk the chance of him being sensitive.
"Oh nothing. I just came by to see if the rumours were true," Auroraflame said. I'm too graceful to twist my paw, she thought, a flicker of amusement flashing across her eyes at her own joke. "My paws are all perfectly fine and well functioning," She continued.
"Oh. Uh, okay," Auroraflame said, slightly weirded out by the sudden fact. The deputy had to bite back the urge to make a comment about how old he must be. Well, she managed to stop herself from saying it aloud. How old is this cat? She thought, her icy gaze scanning the tom. With the way that he grumbled all the time and muttered under his breath, Auroraflame could already tell that he was very impatient. Once again, she wasn't sure how to react to this. Suddenly the thought of sharing prey with this tom seemed a little comfortable to her. It wasn't because he was old, but just because he seemed so grouchy and Auroraflame had the feeling that sooner or later, he would say something she didn't like and she would find herself with another cat to not like. And he didn't seem very happy to meet her, or happy with her presence - not that everyone was happy with her presence. "No. I just wanted to give you this rabbit and maybe ask a few questions," Auroraflame said, pushing the rabbit towards him. She sat down where she was, curling her tail neatly around her paws. If this tom was now the medicine cat of SkyClan, then Auroraflame would want to know a thing or to about him. Like how was he chosen? Did StarClan choose him? Or did he ask Grousestar for the position? How did he know which herb was which and what each herb did? The deputy had a load of questions, and had to run her tongue along her teeth repeatedly to stop them from tumbling out all at once.

Sinefang glanced down at the shecat's paws to confirm that they did indeed look unhurt, as if not quite able to take her word for it. He noticed the plump looking rabbit she had brought in at the same moment, she said that she'd brought it for him. "That's for me?" the old tom said, a hint of disbelief in his eyes, but the shecat appeared sincere. "That's the best piece of prey I've seen in moons. Did you catch that?" he asked, a wisp of admiration in his tone. Shinefang could respect any cat that could serve their clan well. That was the entire reason he was here after all. As far as the old warrior was concerned, the day he would stop serving his clan would also be the day he died. "If you're here to share freshkill like that with me, you can ask me whatever you like," he meowed, his mouth watering as he looked hungrily at the prey. "Rabbit is my favorite."

Charmer

October 15th, 2017, 11:23 AM

Oakpaw frowned at his bitter reply. Did he not enjoy being a medicine cat? The apprentice shrugged it off, and slowly climbed down from his back. She almost touched her paw to the ground, but was lucky enough to keep it in the air. "I'll meet you there," she called as she limped away.

Shinefang padded into the medicine den and called after the apprentice. "In here. Just pick a nest and make yourself comfortable." He meowed, glancing at his herbs.

Role

October 15th, 2017, 11:26 AM

Shinefang padded into the medicine den and called after the apprentice. "In here. Just pick a nest and make yourself comfortable." He meowed, glancing at his herbs.
Oakpaw took in the strange tangy scents of the den. She couldn't distinguish any of the herbs, but boy did they all smell weird. The apprentice limped towards a nest, and carefully settled down in it. Exhaustion suddenly swept over her. She hadn't been this tired for moons! Oakpaw yawned and licked her paw gently. It was soothing, albeit aching slightly.

Charmer

October 15th, 2017, 11:48 AM

Oakpaw took in the strange tangy scents of the den. She couldn't distinguish any of the herbs, but boy did they all smell weird. The apprentice limped towards a nest, and carefully settled down in it. Exhaustion suddenly swept over her. She hadn't been this tired for moons! Oakpaw yawned and licked her paw gently. It was soothing, albeit aching slightly.

Shinefang padded toward the apprentice's nest, a leaf in his jaws. He placed it gingerly on the ground beside the nest where the shecat had settled, opened up the package, and counted out two poppy seeds which he pushed toward the her. "Alright," Shinefang breathed, readying himself for the unpleasantness that was about to come. "Now I'm going to need to examine your paw to see if its broken. This might hurt, but I need to know where in your paw there might be problems." Shinefang paused, and added a third poppy seed to the small pile beside her. "As soon as I'm done, you can have these poppy seeds. They'll dull your pain and help you sleep. Do you understand me?"

Role

October 15th, 2017, 07:00 PM

Shinefang padded toward the apprentice's nest, a leaf in his jaws. He placed it gingerly on the ground beside the nest where the shecat had settled, opened up the package, and counted out two poppy seeds which he pushed toward the her. "Alright," Shinefang breathed, readying himself for the unpleasantness that was about to come. "Now I'm going to need to examine your paw to see if its broken. This might hurt, but I need to know where in your paw there might be problems." Shinefang paused, and added a third poppy seed to the small pile beside her. "As soon as I'm done, you can have these poppy seeds. They'll dull your pain and help you sleep. Do you understand me?"
Oakpaw swallowed nervously at his expression. It looked like worry, concern, and preparation all at the same time. What was going to happen? Heart pounding, Oakpaw glanced at the seeds. They could make her sleep after it was over. Just like he said. Either way, she had no choice. Oakpaw slowly nodded. "Okay. I'm ready. Let's get this over with," she replied slowly. Oakpaw braced herself for any pain that would make her yowl.

Charmer

October 15th, 2017, 07:12 PM

Oakpaw swallowed nervously at his expression. It looked like worry, concern, and preparation all at the same time. What was going to happen? Heart pounding, Oakpaw glanced at the seeds. They could make her sleep after it was over. Just like he said. Either way, she had no choice. Oakpaw slowly nodded. "Okay. I'm ready. Let's get this over with," she replied slowly. Oakpaw braced herself for any pain that would make her yowl.

"Now tell me what you're feeling as I go." Shinefang sat on his haunches and took her injured paw between his forepaws. Trying to be gentle, he began feeling along the paw, the joint where the paw met the leg, and the leg itself, he continued feeling along the leg and back to the paw. That's when, very slowly and deftly, he tried to bend the joint, then the joint of one of the flattened digits.

Role

October 15th, 2017, 08:49 PM

"Now tell me what you're feeling as I go." Shinefang sat on his haunches and took her injured paw between his forepaws. Trying to be gentle, he began feeling along the paw, the joint where the paw met the leg, and the leg itself, he continued feeling along the leg and back to the paw. That's when, very slowly and deftly, he tried to bend the joint, then the joint of one of the flattened digits.
(Also bump at the gathering- sorry if im being a bit pushy.)

Oakpaw immediately flinched as he felt above the join. Pain washed over her leg and her toes felt even more tingly than before. As Shinefang felt back down the leg, she spoke up. Above my ankle it really hurts," she squeaked. Then as Shinefang began to stretch her paw out and toes out, she yelped. A chill ran down her spine and her healthy forepaw's claws extended. "Great StarClan that hurt!" Although she didn't feel it on her paw, the pain spread like a wildfire up her leg and to her shoulder. Something was definitely wrong.

Charmer

October 15th, 2017, 09:16 PM

(Also bump at the gathering- sorry if im being a bit pushy.)

Oakpaw immediately flinched as he felt above the join. Pain washed over her leg and her toes felt even more tingly than before. As Shinefang felt back down the leg, she spoke up. Above my ankle it really hurts," she squeaked. Then as Shinefang began to stretch her paw out and toes out, she yelped. A chill ran down her spine and her healthy forepaw's claws extended. "Great StarClan that hurt!" Although she didn't feel it on her paw, the pain spread like a wildfire up her leg and to her shoulder. Something was definitely wrong.

(Ack! No thanks for reminding me! I am blowing up today, and one or two is bound to get away from me. Keep me on track, Role!)

Shinefang resisted the urge to drop her paw at the sound of her yelp. He didn't like hurting a young cat any more than the next warrior. Summoning all his self-control, he gently lowered her paw to the ground to guide her back into the nest. "Shhhhhh, it's ok. We're done, we're done. You did so well. Go ahead and lick up those poppy seeds." As soon as the apprentice was settled, he shuffled over to his shelf of herbs, and took a breath, trying to calm himself. Nothing about that had been enjoyable! He felt like claws had raked his insides when he heard that little shecat scream. Get your tail moving, Shinefang! his inner voice chided him. You act like you've never seen a hurt cat before. With a grunt, he reached into his stores and started to pull out all the herbs he thought might be even remotely helpful: Comfrey for the swelling and the bones, yarrow for bleeding on the claws. Goldenrod maybe? Can't hurt. And some wild garlic to prevent infection. The medicine cat collected all the herbs in a pile and took a big mouthful, chewing them up and wincing at the taste of the garlic. He made his way over the Oakpaw and scraped the globbed mixture off his tongue. I landed with a plop on the ground and he scooped it up and very gently began to apply the herbs. "How are you feeling now?" he asked, keeping his voice level and calm. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her.

Role

October 16th, 2017, 05:49 PM

(Ack! No thanks for reminding me! I am blowing up today, and one or two is bound to get away from me. Keep me on track, Role!)

Shinefang resisted the urge to drop her paw at the sound of her yelp. He didn't like hurting a young cat any more than the next warrior. Summoning all his self-control, he gently lowered her paw to the ground to guide her back into the nest. "Shhhhhh, it's ok. We're done, we're done. You did so well. Go ahead and lick up those poppy seeds." As soon as the apprentice was settled, he shuffled over to his shelf of herbs, and took a breath, trying to calm himself. Nothing about that had been enjoyable! He felt like claws had raked his insides when he heard that little shecat scream. Get your tail moving, Shinefang! his inner voice chided him. You act like you've never seen a hurt cat before. With a grunt, he reached into his stores and started to pull out all the herbs he thought might be even remotely helpful: Comfrey for the swelling and the bones, yarrow for bleeding on the claws. Goldenrod maybe? Can't hurt. And some wild garlic to prevent infection. The medicine cat collected all the herbs in a pile and took a big mouthful, chewing them up and wincing at the taste of the garlic. He made his way over the Oakpaw and scraped the globbed mixture off his tongue. I landed with a plop on the ground and he scooped it up and very gently began to apply the herbs. "How are you feeling now?" he asked, keeping his voice level and calm. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her.
Oakpaw shakily bent her head to lap up the small black seeds. As soon as they were swallowed, the effects began to kick in. Her entire body felt numb and as if stones were dragging them down, and her eyes began to droop slightly. The molly kneaded her nest with her good paw a few times and lay down. As Shinefang spoke again, she snapped back into reality. A warm, gooey liquid was plastered onto her paw, making her wrinkle her nose with disgust. "Much better, and a little tired," she informed before tipping her head. "What is that?"

(Short!
And okay ill be sure to keep you on track if i can XD Ill be off from time to time. Havent been sleeping well x.x)

Charmer

October 16th, 2017, 09:09 PM

Oakpaw shakily bent her head to lap up the small black seeds. As soon as they were swallowed, the effects began to kick in. Her entire body felt numb and as if stones were dragging them down, and her eyes began to droop slightly. The molly kneaded her nest with her good paw a few times and lay down. As Shinefang spoke again, she snapped back into reality. A warm, gooey liquid was plastered onto her paw, making her wrinkle her nose with disgust. "Much better, and a little tired," she informed before tipping her head. "What is that?"

(Short!
And okay ill be sure to keep you on track if i can XD Ill be off from time to time. Havent been sleeping well x.x)

"A whole mess of stuff to help your paw heal, stay clean, and keep from getting infected. Don't lick it. It tastes terrible. Now get some rest." The old, golden tom smiled weakly as he saw the poppy seeds going to work. He was glad she'd get this chance to rest. Let her have some sweet dreams tonight... Tomorrow, I'll have to tel her the truth about her paw. One more night of hope is a best I can do, he thought sadly.

Role

October 18th, 2017, 08:35 PM

"A whole mess of stuff to help your paw heal, stay clean, and keep from getting infected. Don't lick it. It tastes terrible. Now get some rest." The old, golden tom smiled weakly as he saw the poppy seeds going to work. He was glad she'd get this chance to rest. Let her have some sweet dreams tonight... Tomorrow, I'll have to tel her the truth about her paw. One more night of hope is a best I can do, he thought sadly.
Oakpaw nodded, taking a sniff at her paste covered paw. Tangy scents burned at her nostrils, and made her cringe. Too strong! Oakpaw shook her head and lay her head on her paws. Darkness began to close in on her, and just before she closed her eyes, she saw the shining light of the full moon.

Charmer

October 18th, 2017, 11:06 PM

Oakpaw nodded, taking a sniff at her paste covered paw. Tangy scents burned at her nostrils, and made her cringe. Too strong! Oakpaw shook her head and lay her head on her paws. Darkness began to close in on her, and just before she closed her eyes, she saw the shining light of the full moon.

Shinefang watched the apprentice drift off to sleep, his heart heavy. He turned to glance out the den entrance and saw that the full moon was shining in the sky. The gathering would begin soon. He felt a twinge of concern about leaving the apprentice here on her own, but pushed it aside. She'll sleep through the night with the amount of poppy I gave her. Turning to stalk into the night, the medicine cat joined the crowd of his clanmates how preparing to set out toward seastones.

(End scene. Unless you want to have her wake up in the middle of the night I suppose. Or have a dream).

Role

October 21st, 2017, 03:53 PM

Shinefang watched the apprentice drift off to sleep, his heart heavy. He turned to glance out the den entrance and saw that the full moon was shining in the sky. The gathering would begin soon. He felt a twinge of concern about leaving the apprentice here on her own, but pushed it aside. She'll sleep through the night with the amount of poppy I gave her. Turning to stalk into the night, the medicine cat joined the crowd of his clanmates how preparing to set out toward seastones.

(End scene. Unless you want to have her wake up in the middle of the night I suppose. Or have a dream).
(No, it's fine, let's end it here :) it was fun ^^)

Socks

November 5th, 2017, 01:19 AM

Charmer

November 5th, 2017, 02:11 PM

Charmer

The tabby apprentice stepped slowly into the medicine den on shaky paws, his eyes looking as if he couldn't tell exactly what he was looking at. His left eye was shut and just above it was a clump of fur stuck together by blood. "H-hello?" His voice sounded slurred, he made the word sound long unintentionally. He wanted to call out for the new medicine cat, but he couldn't remember what their name was. Everything in his head mushed together and he couldn't put together a correct thought. He attempted to move further into the den but the world around him seemed to spin as he moved, causing him to fall onto the ground.
Acronpaw's reaction to the fall was slow, as it took a good while for him to realize that he had moved at all. "Ow... Um, M-med-a-cat, uh, Shine-yfrost." He knew when he spoke that he was wrong, but couldn't muster the energy to try to correct himself. Instead, he stayed on the ground and waited to be noticed.

Shinefang had been asleep in his nest in the farther recesses of his den. Hearing someone calling for him, he stood up, stretching his aching joints as he yawned a wide yawn. Last night, he'd been to Starclan territoryand and he was still bristling from the encounter. But he had meant what he said to Slatepelt. No Skyclan cat was joining Starclan on his watch. He'd fight teeth and claw to keep them here in Skyclan. He came shambling toward the den entrance, eyes bleary with sleep, and snorting when he heard the cat call him by the wrong name. "Close enough, kit," he muttered. Every cat was a kit to Shinefang after all, and this one had the high voice of an apprentice, which made him young enough to be his kit's kit, if his kits had survived. The medicine cat froze in shock as he noticed the apprentice collapsed on the den floor, the fur on his head matted with blood. He rushed to the apprentices side, and knelt down, looking at his face. He had a far off look in his eye that made Shinefang's blood run cold, and that blood on his head. "It's ok, it's ok," Shinefang said aloud, as much to himself as the apprentice. "My name is Shinefang. I've got ya." His mind raced as he floundered for what he should do to help the younger cat. The den floor must be hard. I should get him into a nest. "Can you tell me what happened?" The old tom asked, bowing down to get a mouthful of the younger cat's scruff to drag him into a nest.

Socks

November 5th, 2017, 07:02 PM

Shinefang had been asleep in his nest in the farther recesses of his den. Hearing someone calling for him, he stood up, stretching his aching joints as he yawned a wide yawn. Last night, he'd been to Starclan territoryand and he was still bristling from the encounter. But he had meant what he said to Slatepelt. No Skyclan cat was joining Starclan on his watch. He'd fight teeth and claw to keep them here in Skyclan. He came shambling toward the den entrance, eyes bleary with sleep, and snorting when he heard the cat call him by the wrong name. "Close enough, kit," he muttered. Every cat was a kit to Shinefang after all, and this one had the high voice of an apprentice, which made him young enough to be his kit's kit, if his kits had survived. The medicine cat froze in shock as he noticed the apprentice collapsed on the den floor, the fur on his head matted with blood. He rushed to the apprentices side, and knelt down, looking at his face. He had a far off look in his eye that made Shinefang's blood run cold, and that blood on his head. "It's ok, it's ok," Shinefang said aloud, as much to himself as the apprentice. "My name is Shinefang. I've got ya." His mind raced as he floundered for what he should do to help the younger cat. The den floor must be hard. I should get him into a nest. "Can you tell me what happened?" The old tom asked, bowing down to get a mouthful of the younger cat's scruff to drag him into a nest.
Hearing the other's voice was both soothing and painful. It was soothing to know that he was going to be taken care of, but painful in the fact that the sound made his head hurt more. He pressed his ears against his head to try and block out the sound but he was still hearing. After processing the words 'what happened' Acornpaw spoke quickly. "I... fell?" It almost sounded like he was asking a question. "On my head."
It had happened so fast for him, he had gone out for a hunt on his own after his mentor had punished him. It was his way of being rebellious. It was going well, except he wasn't really looking where he was going. One moment he was running through the territory, the next he was on the ground with his head next to a bloodied rock. After that, he had come back to camp as quickly as he could. "On a rock..."

Charmer

November 5th, 2017, 08:11 PM

Hearing the other's voice was both soothing and painful. It was soothing to know that he was going to be taken care of, but painful in the fact that the sound made his head hurt more. He pressed his ears against his head to try and block out the sound but he was still hearing. After processing the words 'what happened' Acornpaw spoke quickly. "I... fell?" It almost sounded like he was asking a question. "On my head."
It had happened so fast for him, he had gone out for a hunt on his own after his mentor had punished him. It was his way of being rebellious. It was going well, except he wasn't really looking where he was going. One moment he was running through the territory, the next he was on the ground with his head next to a bloodied rock. After that, he had come back to camp as quickly as he could. "On a rock..."

Shinefang had never been trained as a medicine cat. All of the knowledge he had about herbs and healing had been the result of experience. He'd been sliced, clawed, and bitten, he'd seen cats die from greencough because there wasn't enough catmint, he'd seen cats with broken legs recover because a medicine cat tied a stick to the broken limb using cobwebs. He'd never seen an injury like this. He'd never seen a cat look so disoriented and confused before who wasn't old enough to live in the elder's den. Something was very wrong with this cat, and he didn't know what it was or how to help. "Alright," he said simply, his mind whirling. He pulled the apprentice over the lip of an open nest and left him on the soft moss, quickly moving to his herb stores. Yarrow for the bleeding, for sure, he thought to himself, pulling a mouthful of the dried flowers down. Hesitating, he looked at the rest of his stores. Comfrey maybe? Could he have a broken bone in his head? It was a grizzly thought, but he snatched down a pawful of leaves. What else... Shinefang was well stocked with poppy seeds for now. It seemed like a good way to help the young apprentice relax. He took a wrapped leaf bundle of the tiny seeds off the shelf and put them on the den floor, scooping up the yarrow and comfrey to chew into a poltice. He went over to the apprentice, spit the herbs into his paw and began the delicate work of applying them to the wound. The old tom was sure it would hurt for him to touch it, so he tried to distract the apprentice. "What's your name, kit? How many moons left before you're a warrior?"

Socks

November 5th, 2017, 10:22 PM

Shinefang had never been trained as a medicine cat. All of the knowledge he had about herbs and healing had been the result of experience. He'd been sliced, clawed, and bitten, he'd seen cats die from greencough because there wasn't enough catmint, he'd seen cats with broken legs recover because a medicine cat tied a stick to the broken limb using cobwebs. He'd never seen an injury like this. He'd never seen a cat look so disoriented and confused before who wasn't old enough to live in the elder's den. Something was very wrong with this cat, and he didn't know what it was or how to help. "Alright," he said simply, his mind whirling. He pulled the apprentice over the lip of an open nest and left him on the soft moss, quickly moving to his herb stores. Yarrow for the bleeding, for sure, he thought to himself, pulling a mouthful of the dried flowers down. Hesitating, he looked at the rest of his stores. Comfrey maybe? Could he have a broken bone in his head? It was a grizzly thought, but he snatched down a pawful of leaves. What else... Shinefang was well stocked with poppy seeds for now. It seemed like a good way to help the young apprentice relax. He took a wrapped leaf bundle of the tiny seeds off the shelf and put them on the den floor, scooping up the yarrow and comfrey to chew into a poltice. He went over to the apprentice, spit the herbs into his paw and began the delicate work of applying them to the wound. The old tom was sure it would hurt for him to touch it, so he tried to distract the apprentice. "What's your name, kit? How many moons left before you're a warrior?"
He felt soft moss underneath him and finally realized that the older cat had been moving him into what he felt was a nest. He let himself sink down into the comfortable nest, laying on his right side with the bloodied side of his head facing up so it wouldn't hurt. He watched the medicine cat move about with tired eyes, he knew the other would help him so he let his fears fade away.
He got distracted looking at a little bug in the moss when he felt a sting on the side of his head. He closed his eyes tight to get through the pain of it, not wanting to seem like a little kit who couldn't handle a little sting. "Oh... Um... I'm Acornpaw... Yeah, Acornpaw. And.. Um... only, like, 3 moons." He smiled at that, or, tried to smile but it looked more like a wince. He was proud of how far into his training he was. He would be a warrior soon, something he had dreamed of since he was a kit, was almost here.

Empress Of Evil

November 6th, 2017, 03:32 AM

Sinefang glanced down at the shecat's paws to confirm that they did indeed look unhurt, as if not quite able to take her word for it. He noticed the plump looking rabbit she had brought in at the same moment, she said that she'd brought it for him. "That's for me?" the old tom said, a hint of disbelief in his eyes, but the shecat appeared sincere. "That's the best piece of prey I've seen in moons. Did you catch that?" he asked, a wisp of admiration in his tone. Shinefang could respect any cat that could serve their clan well. That was the entire reason he was here after all. As far as the old warrior was concerned, the day he would stop serving his clan would also be the day he died. "If you're here to share freshkill like that with me, you can ask me whatever you like," he meowed, his mouth watering as he looked hungrily at the prey. "Rabbit is my favorite."

The inky she-cat noticed that the tom was glancing down at her paws to check that she was telling the truth. At this, she raised an eyebrow and gave the tom a weird look for a short moment. She found it rather strange that he didn't believe her. Her clanmates usually believed her, and the medicine cat as well. Auroraflame was a very honest cat after all. She could even be a little too honest at times. But she wasn't afraid to tell a white lie for the sake of keeping someone happy. The deputy found herself glancing down at her paws, as if though suspicious that her paws had suddenly broken right there and then. They were fine so she looked back up.
"I'm not sure," Auroraflame remarked, frowning in thought. She'd caught a rabbit earlier this morning and it had been quite plump, but she wasn't sure if this was the same rabbit. She stared at the rabbit for a few moments before she returned her gaze to meet the tom's. If it wasn't then she would tell him later. If appeared that she had made him happy right now so she wasn't going to risk him closing up again. Very honestly, he seemed like a bit of a grumpy cat. Grumpy cats weren't exactly very easy to get along with. Auroraflame herself could be quite grumpy, and she was never very nice or open when she was in a bad mood.
"Oh good!" Auroraflame responded brightly. The words were meant for both his first and second remark. "Well then, I guess I might as well ask, how did you end up here? Did Grousestar choose you? Or someone else?" Auroraflame enquired. She didn't make her question very detailed. She wasn't actually sure if she was supposed to be asking this and if she wasn't, she didn't want to get into trouble for it. What she really wanted to ask, was if StarClan had chosen him. However, that information might be private so she didn't say anything about StarClan. The she-cat had to be careful over what she said, just in case she asked something that no one should be asking. She didn't want to make a fuss and she didn't want to get into trouble.

Charmer

November 6th, 2017, 07:28 PM

He felt soft moss underneath him and finally realized that the older cat had been moving him into what he felt was a nest. He let himself sink down into the comfortable nest, laying on his right side with the bloodied side of his head facing up so it wouldn't hurt. He watched the medicine cat move about with tired eyes, he knew the other would help him so he let his fears fade away.
He got distracted looking at a little bug in the moss when he felt a sting on the side of his head. He closed his eyes tight to get through the pain of it, not wanting to seem like a little kit who couldn't handle a little sting. "Oh... Um... I'm Acornpaw... Yeah, Acornpaw. And.. Um... only, like, 3 moons." He smiled at that, or, tried to smile but it looked more like a wince. He was proud of how far into his training he was. He would be a warrior soon, something he had dreamed of since he was a kit, was almost here.

(So I don't know when exactly you want him to die, but since Shine isn't familiar with head trauma, he's going to assume he'll be fine.)

"Three moons! Why you'll be a warrior before you know it. Skyclan with be lucky to have a cat like you protecting us. No warrior is going to be able to hit you as hard as that rock did." The medicine cat pretended not to notice the younger tom wincing at his touch. He was obviously trying to be tough. Shinefang himself began to relax as he applied the herbs, the act of putting healing plants on his bloody scalp reminding him how powerful these little plants could be. Besides, when all was said and done, it was a bump on the head. A really hard bump, but a bump nonetheless. I'm sure he'll feel just fine after a good rest. Having finished applying the herbs, Shinefang pushed a ball of wet moss toward the apprentice and nudge two poppy seeds next too his face where he could easily lap them up. "You can take those when you're ready. You'll sleep through the worst of it, but your head's gonna hurt tomorrow," the old tom meowed gently. "Got a warrior name you're hoping for Acornpaw?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation light and hopeful. The apprentcie was likely scared in addition to being in pain.

Charmer

November 6th, 2017, 07:44 PM

The inky she-cat noticed that the tom was glancing down at her paws to check that she was telling the truth. At this, she raised an eyebrow and gave the tom a weird look for a short moment. She found it rather strange that he didn't believe her. Her clanmates usually believed her, and the medicine cat as well. Auroraflame was a very honest cat after all. She could even be a little too honest at times. But she wasn't afraid to tell a white lie for the sake of keeping someone happy. The deputy found herself glancing down at her paws, as if though suspicious that her paws had suddenly broken right there and then. They were fine so she looked back up.
"I'm not sure," Auroraflame remarked, frowning in thought. She'd caught a rabbit earlier this morning and it had been quite plump, but she wasn't sure if this was the same rabbit. She stared at the rabbit for a few moments before she returned her gaze to meet the tom's. If it wasn't then she would tell him later. If appeared that she had made him happy right now so she wasn't going to risk him closing up again. Very honestly, he seemed like a bit of a grumpy cat. Grumpy cats weren't exactly very easy to get along with. Auroraflame herself could be quite grumpy, and she was never very nice or open when she was in a bad mood.
"Oh good!" Auroraflame responded brightly. The words were meant for both his first and second remark. "Well then, I guess I might as well ask, how did you end up here? Did Grousestar choose you? Or someone else?" Auroraflame enquired. She didn't make her question very detailed. She wasn't actually sure if she was supposed to be asking this and if she wasn't, she didn't want to get into trouble for it. What she really wanted to ask, was if StarClan had chosen him. However, that information might be private so she didn't say anything about StarClan. The she-cat had to be careful over what she said, just in case she asked something that no one should be asking. She didn't want to make a fuss and she didn't want to get into trouble.

As the shecat was talking, Shinefang reached a paw forward, tugging the rabbit toward him slowly with his paw as he maintained eye contact with the shecat. He had already taken a large bite of the rabbit's juicy haunch by the time she asked her question about how he became medicine cat in the fist place. The old tom took his time chewing, letting the silence between them linger. At last, he swallowed and heaved a hearty sigh. "Oh that's good rabbit, he said, licking his chops. Have a bite? It's delicious but it's awfully big for just me. Ah! Dibs on the haunches," he added hastily. It was true that eating this by himself would be wasteful, but that wouldn't stop the old geezer from wanting the meatiest parts of the kill. He took another bite and shook his head. "I chose me," he meowed simply, licking his chops. "Skyclan needed a medicine cat after Ebonyfrost left, and as you might have guessed, I've spent more than my fair share of days and nights in a medicine den." He blinked his remaining eye at Auroraflame, as he brandished a gnarled grin. "I thought I'd be the best cat for the job, so I told Grousestar that, and he agreed. And that's the story of how yours truly became a medicine cat. I actually hoped someday I would be in your paws," he added, "But I suppose if hopes were freshkill we'd all get fat in leafbare. Do you enjoy being deputy?" he asked before grabbing hold of a mouthful of rabbit flesh, tearing at it greedily.

Socks

November 8th, 2017, 10:32 PM

(So I don't know when exactly you want him to die, but since Shine isn't familiar with head trauma, he's going to assume he'll be fine.)

"Three moons! Why you'll be a warrior before you know it. Skyclan with be lucky to have a cat like you protecting us. No warrior is going to be able to hit you as hard as that rock did." The medicine cat pretended not to notice the younger tom wincing at his touch. He was obviously trying to be tough. Shinefang himself began to relax as he applied the herbs, the act of putting healing plants on his bloody scalp reminding him how powerful these little plants could be. Besides, when all was said and done, it was a bump on the head. A really hard bump, but a bump nonetheless. I'm sure he'll feel just fine after a good rest. Having finished applying the herbs, Shinefang pushed a ball of wet moss toward the apprentice and nudge two poppy seeds next too his face where he could easily lap them up. "You can take those when you're ready. You'll sleep through the worst of it, but your head's gonna hurt tomorrow," the old tom meowed gently. "Got a warrior name you're hoping for Acornpaw?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation light and hopeful. The apprentice was likely scared in addition to being in pain.
(Sorry, didn't get the notification. And yeah, I wanted everything to seem fine but then Acornpaw just doesn't end up waking up.)

After a little while, the herbs didn't seem to sting as much. He started to feel more comfortable, almost able to entirely ignore the pain in his head. Listening to the kind words of the medicine cat made Acornpaw smile even more, even if it sounded too loud to him. He loved to think of how close we was to being a warrior and what he could achieve afterwards. "Thank you." He mumbled as the moss and seeds were placed in front of him. He shifted a bit to lift up his head up a bit.
"Oh, yeah, I, um, wanna be called, er, Acorn... c-claw, like my uncle." He excitedly flexed his claws into the nest under him. He leaned down to the seeds and sniffed them with a slightly strange look on his face.

Charmer

November 9th, 2017, 08:57 PM

(Sorry, didn't get the notification. And yeah, I wanted everything to seem fine but then Acornpaw just doesn't end up waking up.)

After a little while, the herbs didn't seem to sting as much. He started to feel more comfortable, almost able to entirely ignore the pain in his head. Listening to the kind words of the medicine cat made Acornpaw smile even more, even if it sounded too loud to him. He loved to think of how close we was to being a warrior and what he could achieve afterwards. "Thank you." He mumbled as the moss and seeds were placed in front of him. He shifted a bit to lift up his head up a bit.
"Oh, yeah, I, um, wanna be called, er, Acorn... c-claw, like my uncle." He excitedly flexed his claws into the nest under him. He leaned down to the seeds and sniffed them with a slightly strange look on his face.

"Acornclaw, eh?" Shinefang asked, whiskers twitching with friendly bemusement. He remembered when he was looking forward to his own warrior name. He had always been happy with Shinefang. It suited him. It was then he noticed the look on Acornpaw's face as he looked at the poppy seeds. "Something the matter," he asked. He'd never seen a cat look so hesitant about taking poppy seeds before. Perhaps he didn't hear me when I said what they were? "Those are poppy seeds. They'll help you rest."

Socks

November 10th, 2017, 04:35 PM

"Acornclaw, eh?" Shinefang asked, whiskers twitching with friendly bemusement. He remembered when he was looking forward to his own warrior name. He had always been happy with Shinefang. It suited him. It was then he noticed the look on Acornpaw's face as he looked at the poppy seeds. "Something the matter," he asked. He'd never seen a cat look so hesitant about taking poppy seeds before. Perhaps he didn't hear me when I said what they were? "Those are poppy seeds. They'll help you rest."
"Yeah!" He smiled, sniffing the poppy seeds again. He couldn't seem to smell right at the moment but figured it would be much better when his head stopped hurting. "Oh, yeah, um, of course." He laughed a little awkwardly before eating the seeds. He'd seen poppy seeds before, his mother needed some when they were in the nursery, but for some reason, he couldn't recognize the seed as something common and okay to eat. He plopped his head down again onto the nest and closed his eyes with a sigh while waiting for sleep to come.

Charmer

November 10th, 2017, 06:16 PM

"Yeah!" He smiled, sniffing the poppy seeds again. He couldn't seem to smell right at the moment but figured it would be much better when his head stopped hurting. "Oh, yeah, um, of course." He laughed a little awkwardly before eating the seeds. He'd seen poppy seeds before, his mother needed some when they were in the nursery, but for some reason, he couldn't recognize the seed as something common and okay to eat. He plopped his head down again onto the nest and closed his eyes with a sigh while waiting for sleep to come.

The medicine cat watched the apprentice lap up the seeds. "I'd imagine you'll have some pain for the next few days while your wound is healing. You should rest tomorrow instead of training. But you should be just fine after that." Shinefang could have laughed at himself for being worried before. What cat hadn't bumped their head at least once? Maybe not quite that hard, but still.

Socks

November 14th, 2017, 09:18 PM

The medicine cat watched the apprentice lap up the seeds. "I'd imagine you'll have some pain for the next few days while your wound is healing. You should rest tomorrow instead of training. But you should be just fine after that." Shinefang could have laughed at himself for being worried before. What cat hadn't bumped their head at least once? Maybe not quite that hard, but still.
Acronpaw cracked his eyes open once again, he smiled up at the cat in a sort of thank you, not thinking of actually just saying the words. He gave a small nod, stretching out his legs, twisting a bit in the nest, keeping his wound from really touching anything before closing his eyes again. He mumbled some incoherent words as he fell more into the world of sleep.

Charmer

November 14th, 2017, 09:45 PM

Acronpaw cracked his eyes open once again, he smiled up at the cat in a sort of thank you, not thinking of actually just saying the words. He gave a small nod, stretching out his legs, twisting a bit in the nest, keeping his wound from really touching anything before closing his eyes again. He mumbled some incoherent words as he fell more into the world of sleep.

Shinefang saw the younger cat nod off, looking peaceful now that he was resting. Now bad for a medicine cat with no formal training, he said to himself. He reached up with his back leg and gave his neck a good scratch while he stretched his jaws in a wide yawn. Now that his patient was asleep, he figured he may as well get some shut eye himself. He padded quietly to the back of the medicine den and curled up in his mossy nest, ready to fall back into the sleep he'd been having just before Acornpaw had showed up. He was just thinking that tomorrow he ought to see if there'd be any birds on the freshkill pile so he could get some feathers for his nest when he drifted off to sleep.

Undercover

November 17th, 2017, 06:45 PM

Charmer

Purekit let out a whimper as she staggered into the shadow the the medicine cat den. Hopefully Shinefang isn't busy! Purekit's stomach felt like there were live mice trying to claw their way out. She supposed it was from the mouse she had eaten a while ago with Swanheart, her mother. Although, Swanheart didn't get sick... Purekit wondered what was wrong with her as she padded into his den. She always seemed to be the one getting sick. Tawnykit never got sick all the time like Shen did. And, it always seemed to be after she ate. As the small kit blinked to adjust her gaze, another roll of pain swept through her belly. Stifling a whimper, she called out hesitantly. "Shinefang?"

Purekit's bright, crystal blue gaze was glazed over with pain and her form was slightly hunched. As she stepped in farther she wondered where he was. Was the SkyClan medicine cat is his den? Purekit didn't often come to his den, so many of the scents were unfamiliar and burned her throats if she breathed in too deeply. It wasn't that she didn't like it in the den, but she wouldn't avoid coming in becuase it reminded her of stomach pain, sick cats, and the sharp scent of herbs. Flicking the tip of her white tail, the she-cat plopped down and licked down a piece of stuck-up fur on her chest, trying to distract herself. It worked as a pacifier, but never to contentment.

Charmer

November 17th, 2017, 08:24 PM

Empress Of Evil

November 17th, 2017, 10:56 PM

As the shecat was talking, Shinefang reached a paw forward, tugging the rabbit toward him slowly with his paw as he maintained eye contact with the shecat. He had already taken a large bite of the rabbit's juicy haunch by the time she asked her question about how he became medicine cat in the fist place. The old tom took his time chewing, letting the silence between them linger. At last, he swallowed and heaved a hearty sigh. "Oh that's good rabbit, he said, licking his chops. Have a bite? It's delicious but it's awfully big for just me. Ah! Dibs on the haunches," he added hastily. It was true that eating this by himself would be wasteful, but that wouldn't stop the old geezer from wanting the meatiest parts of the kill. He took another bite and shook his head. "I chose me," he meowed simply, licking his chops. "Skyclan needed a medicine cat after Ebonyfrost left, and as you might have guessed, I've spent more than my fair share of days and nights in a medicine den." He blinked his remaining eye at Auroraflame, as he brandished a gnarled grin. "I thought I'd be the best cat for the job, so I told Grousestar that, and he agreed. And that's the story of how yours truly became a medicine cat. I actually hoped someday I would be in your paws," he added, "But I suppose if hopes were freshkill we'd all get fat in leafbare. Do you enjoy being deputy?" he asked before grabbing hold of a mouthful of rabbit flesh, tearing at it greedily.

“No thank you. I ate earlier,” Auroraflame declined politely. She wasn’t hungry. Even though the tom probably wouldn’t be able to finish the rabbit, she didn’t want to waste it on a full belly. She’d much rather leave the den and find someone else to share the rabbit than to eat it herself. In leaf-fall especially, she did not like wasting prey. Prey always got scarcer in leaf-fall and anything that could be hunted was to be used wisely.
The inky deputy had to bite her lip from giving back a sarcastic retort. ‘Well that’s assuring’, she wanted to say. She wasn’t trying to be rude, and she didn’t want to say that specifically at Shinefang. She would’ve wanted to say those words at anyone who said that. ‘I chose me’, wasn’t quite the answer that she had been looking for, but it was the answer she had been given and there was nothing she could do about it. And now she had the reassurance that he had asked Grousestar for permission first, and if he approved of the idea, then that made things a little better. But who knew, Shinefang could make a fine medicine cat for all she knew. She just needed to have a little bit of faith in him. "I’m sure you’ll do great as the clans new medicine cat,” she said, not voicing her doubts aloud. Instead, she pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind and focused on staying positive. She had to have a little bit of faith. Everyone needed some faith and encouragement if they were going to succeed. Even if it wasn’t always completely genuine. She wasn’t doubting Shinefang’s abilities. Well actually, she kind of was. But she was really just unsure of whether he was right for the job if he’d picked himself. But then again, he’d said that he’d spent his fair share of days and night in the den. Her thoughts were conflicted and she wasn’t entirely sure of what to think about this situation.
“Oh yes. It’s an honour and a privilege. I mean, it can be a little overwhelming sometimes, but I enjoy it and I’m proud to be able to serve my clan like this,” Auroraflame replied, her icy hues quietly glowing with pride.

Undercover

November 18th, 2017, 07:07 AM

The medicine cat was curled up in his nest, exhausted from a hard day. There were cats in his den that were staying the night because of injuries and he'd been running around all day tending to this and that. He barely heard the tiny, whimpering voice of the little kit who had stumbled into his den. His ear gave an involuntary twitch, and he raised his head with a snort, "Huh? Wha?" the old cat glanced around his den, eyes bleary with sleep and unfocused before deciding he hadn't actually heard anything and lying his head back down. A second later, he was snoring loudly.
Purekit jerked her muzzle up as she heard Shinefang's mumbling. Stepping toward the voice, tugged on my curiosity, the female approached what she assumed to be his nest; he was sleeping in it after all. "Um, Shinefang?" Purekit meowed, tapping his shoulder lightly with one small paw. Then, the she-cat hopped back, hoping he wouldn't be angry that she'd woken him so late. Although Purekit was a little overcurious, she hated it when her curiosity angered or frustrated other cats. Like the one time she'd poked around in the Warriors den in the middle of the night and earned a scolding from her mother. Oops, she wouldn't be going in there till she became a warrior. Swanheart would see to that.

Charmer

November 18th, 2017, 10:40 AM

“No thank you. I ate earlier,” Auroraflame declined politely. She wasn’t hungry. Even though the tom probably wouldn’t be able to finish the rabbit, she didn’t want to waste it on a full belly. She’d much rather leave the den and find someone else to share the rabbit than to eat it herself. In leaf-fall especially, she did not like wasting prey. Prey always got scarcer in leaf-fall and anything that could be hunted was to be used wisely.
The inky deputy had to bite her lip from giving back a sarcastic retort. ‘Well that’s assuring’, she wanted to say. She wasn’t trying to be rude, and she didn’t want to say that specifically at Shinefang. She would’ve wanted to say those words at anyone who said that. ‘I chose me’, wasn’t quite the answer that she had been looking for, but it was the answer she had been given and there was nothing she could do about it. And now she had the reassurance that he had asked Grousestar for permission first, and if he approved of the idea, then that made things a little better. But who knew, Shinefang could make a fine medicine cat for all she knew. She just needed to have a little bit of faith in him. "I’m sure you’ll do great as the clans new medicine cat,” she said, not voicing her doubts aloud. Instead, she pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind and focused on staying positive. She had to have a little bit of faith. Everyone needed some faith and encouragement if they were going to succeed. Even if it wasn’t always completely genuine. She wasn’t doubting Shinefang’s abilities. Well actually, she kind of was. But she was really just unsure of whether he was right for the job if he’d picked himself. But then again, he’d said that he’d spent his fair share of days and night in the den. Her thoughts were conflicted and she wasn’t entirely sure of what to think about this situation.
“Oh yes. It’s an honour and a privilege. I mean, it can be a little overwhelming sometimes, but I enjoy it and I’m proud to be able to serve my clan like this,” Auroraflame replied, her icy hues quietly glowing with pride.

Shinefang shrugged off the deputy's decline. "Guess my patients are going to be well fed then," he said. He could easily divvy up the large piece of prey and the cats who came to see him would leave with healing herbs on their wounds and full bellies. What a half-hearted praise from her: 'I'm sure you'll do great as as the clan's medicine cat'. It was the more obvious than cold in leafbare that she was being polite but not fond of his answer, it was the truth though. Skyclan had needed a medicine cat and he'd stepped up to help. What was so wrong with serving his clan? The clan that she would be leading some day? How dare he make sure there were still cats left to lead by the time she got there. What nerve he had! He swallowed the bit in his mouth, "Well, I was a great warrior. Figured I'd add this to my expanding list of things I'm great at. Maybe next I'll take up mossball." If she was going to serve him up a load of mousedung, it was only fair he gave it right back. He'd be genuine when she was genuine. Her happiness at being the deputy seemed real enough though, and he grunted in affirmation. "Skyclan is a great clan," he said simply. He could feel tension crackling between them, but what did she expect? Maybe she'd remember to be more sincere the next time she spoke to him. If he wanted insincerity, he'd ask a shecat if his fur looked nice today.

(Isn't he just delightful?)

Purekit jerked her muzzle up as she heard Shinefang's mumbling. Stepping toward the voice, tugged on my curiosity, the female approached what she assumed to be his nest; he was sleeping in it after all. "Um, Shinefang?" Purekit meowed, tapping his shoulder lightly with one small paw. Then, the she-cat hopped back, hoping he wouldn't be angry that she'd woken him so late. Although Purekit was a little overcurious, she hated it when her curiosity angered or frustrated other cats. Like the one time she'd poked around in the Warriors den in the middle of the night and earned a scolding from her mother. Oops, she wouldn't be going in there till she became a warrior. Swanheart would see to that.

Shinefang's limb's gave a violent jerk as he sat bolt upright with a harsh snort, "Wha? Where? Is it dawn already?" His one eye swept the inside of his den, groping in confusion as took in the scene. He still wasn't quite used to living in the medicine den and it took him a second to remember where he was. "Oh right," he said to himself, the fog of sleep beginning to clear a little from his brain. That's when he noticed the little kit sitting beside him, looking nervous as he turned to face her with his scarred up face. Well, can't blame her. That's probably how I'd look if I had to see my ugly mug right after waking up. "Cleankit?" he muttered, sitting up in his nest. "What is it?" The old tom gave a wide yawn, shaking his head to clear his mind.

Charmer

November 18th, 2017, 11:29 PM

Shoes

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AbsurdJinx

Shinefang's ear gave a twitch as the sound of birdsong flitted into his den. He sat up with a groan. "Is it that late already?" he meowed to himself. He was surprised that Acornpaw hadn't woken him up. Surely, the apprentice's head must still be sore from that spill the other day, but glancing from his own nest he could clearly see the young apprentice still sound asleep in the nest. Grunting, Shinefang got to his feet and gave his limbs a good stretch, wincing at the discomfort in his joints. Leaffall was here all right. The old tom groggily shuffled over to his herb stores, snagging a mouthful more comfrey for Acornpaw's head. For a minute, he debated leaving the younger cat alone for a few more hours to let him rest. After all, it was probably the best thing for his recovery. Plus it would be a perfectly legitimate reason to crawl back into his own, warm nest and catch a little extra sleep while he waited for the apprentice to wake up. He shook his head, dismissing the thought. Acornpaw would need fresh herbs applied to his head to prevent infection. Plus it would give him a chance to see if the little tom still seemed confused and off like he had the previous day. "Wakey wakey, Acorn. It's well past morning. Time to get some new herbs on th-" Shinefang had reached out his paw to give the apprentice a good shake to wake him up. The apprentice was cold to the touch. "Acornpaw!" Shinefang gave the tom a frantic shove, trying to wake him. Then he knelt down to check his breathing. There was none. The old medicine cat took a step back, noticing for the first time how deathly still Acornpaw was. Deathly was right. The apprentice had died in his sleep.

"...No"

"I, um, wanna be called, er, Acorn... c-claw, like my uncle."

"No."

"Only, like, 3 moons."

"No! No NO!!!"

Shinefang's pelt bristled as he marched back and forth in his den, gritting his teeth and he sucked in hissing breaths. Starclan had done it again! Could they not be happy just taking his mate and kits from him? They had to take innocent apprentices just three moons away from becoming warriors!? Were there no lows to which the foxhearts wouldn't steep!? He had taken this job to help his clanmates stay alive, to keep them out of Starclan altogether and here with the cats who cared about them, and here Starclan had snatched this poor kit away from Skyclan, for what? A bump on his head?! Shinefang clawed at the ground, loosing a yowl filled with rage, huffing wildly like a cat in the throws of battle. He stomped over to his herbs stores and with great, sweeping motions of his paws he began to knock them all to the ground snarling as he did. When there was nothing left to bear the force of his anger, the medicine cat stood panting, looking at the floor and the mess he had made, seething as he stewed in the utter betrayal by the glimmering foxhearts in the sky... and his very own mate who walked among them. Shinefang didn't even notice the small group of younger cats approaching his den.

The_10th_Doctor

November 19th, 2017, 01:11 PM

AbsurdJinx

November 19th, 2017, 01:56 PM

Undercover

November 20th, 2017, 01:48 PM

Shinefang's limb's gave a violent jerk as he sat bolt upright with a harsh snort, "Wha? Where? Is it dawn already?" His one eye swept the inside of his den, groping in confusion as took in the scene. He still wasn't quite used to living in the medicine den and it took him a second to remember where he was. "Oh right," he said to himself, the fog of sleep beginning to clear a little from his brain. That's when he noticed the little kit sitting beside him, looking nervous as he turned to face her with his scarred up face. Well, can't blame her. That's probably how I'd look if I had to see my ugly mug right after waking up. "Cleankit?" he muttered, sitting up in his nest. "What is it?" The old tom gave a wide yawn, shaking his head to clear his mind.
Purekit's eyes narrowed as her brows contracted in confusion. Cleankit? That was most definitely not her name. Hmm, maybe he was a bit groggy after he woke up. It happened to a lot of cats. Well, probably. Another spasm grabbed her stomach, reminding her again why she was here. Not that the kit could forget; it happened al too often. This wasn't the first time she had to appeal to Shinefang for a few herbs, though. "My stomach is hurting." She meowed, stepping closer. "I think I ate a bad mouse." She stifled a whimper as pain wracked her body.

(In a hurry, sorry for length)

Charmer

November 20th, 2017, 07:04 PM

Purekit's eyes narrowed as her brows contracted in confusion. Cleankit? That was most definitely not her name. Hmm, maybe he was a bit groggy after he woke up. It happened to a lot of cats. Well, probably. Another spasm grabbed her stomach, reminding her again why she was here. Not that the kit could forget; it happened al too often. This wasn't the first time she had to appeal to Shinefang for a few herbs, though. "My stomach is hurting." She meowed, stepping closer. "I think I ate a bad mouse." She stifled a whimper as pain wracked her body.

(In a hurry, sorry for length)

Shinefang stood up with a grunt, "A bad mouse, Cleankit? What makes you think it was bad? Did it smell funny to you?" The older tom asked the kit, sniffing the air around her in search of the sharp tang of infection. If a bad mouse was all that was going on, Shinefang was in luck. For the life of him, he could not remember which herb was for bellyaches. The tom had never had formal medicine cat training. He just happened to get injured enough during his lifetime that he knew how to bandage a wound and prevent it from getting infected. Scratches, bites, those were a breeze! But bellyache wasn't something that had bothered him enough as a kit for him to remember what herb would help. A bad mouse, though, he may know how to ease the kits digestion, but a paw-full of yarrow flowers would bring that mouse right back up. Can't hurt her stomach if it's not inside her stomach.

graves

November 21st, 2017, 06:08 PM

Charmer woly

Juniperpaw was first to slip into the messy den, an excited look on her face that quickly faded away at the sight before her. She swiftly scanned the floor of the den, a thin blanket of leaves and berries that she was certain should not be there. But then again, this was SkyClan, and they were known for doing things which were considered odd to the other Clans. Juniperpaw's gaze was drawn to the older tomcat standing over the mess. He was panting heavily, his fur bristling; obviously, the older medicine cat was angry. But why?

She stepped forward cautiously, careful to avoid stepping on the herbs littering the ground. Juniperpaw was sure the herbs could still be used, so long as she didn't tear apart any leaves or crush any berries. ``Shinefang?`` Her head was tilted slightly, a concerned gleam in her dark green eyes, and a frown was stretched across her muzzle. Before she took another step she noticed an limp lump nearby, large enough to belong to a feline around her age. Juniperpaw gasped, eyes widening and jaw dropping. She realized Shinefang had lost a patient.

``Oh, Shinefang!`` She murmured compassionately, maneuvering her way towards the elder tom. Juniperpaw could certainly relate to the older tom, having lost her first two patients to death. Her first patient was a three moon old kit who she had to feed deathberries in order to numb his internal pain. Her second patient was an elder she-cat who she also had to feed deathberries in order to end her internal pain. Juniperpaw attempted to comfort Shinefang by pressing up against him. She knew the older tom had already lost so much to StarClan; she couldn't imagine what he was going through!

Shoes

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AbsurdJinx

Shinefang's ear gave a twitch as the sound of birdsong flitted into his den. He sat up with a groan. "Is it that late already?" he meowed to himself. He was surprised that Acornpaw hadn't woken him up. Surely, the apprentice's head must still be sore from that spill the other day, but glancing from his own nest he could clearly see the young apprentice still sound asleep in the nest. Grunting, Shinefang got to his feet and gave his limbs a good stretch, wincing at the discomfort in his joints. Leaffall was here all right. The old tom groggily shuffled over to his herb stores, snagging a mouthful more comfrey for Acornpaw's head. For a minute, he debated leaving the younger cat alone for a few more hours to let him rest. After all, it was probably the best thing for his recovery. Plus it would be a perfectly legitimate reason to crawl back into his own, warm nest and catch a little extra sleep while he waited for the apprentice to wake up. He shook his head, dismissing the thought. Acornpaw would need fresh herbs applied to his head to prevent infection. Plus it would give him a chance to see if the little tom still seemed confused and off like he had the previous day. "Wakey wakey, Acorn. It's well past morning. Time to get some new herbs on th-" Shinefang had reached out his paw to give the apprentice a good shake to wake him up. The apprentice was cold to the touch. "Acornpaw!" Shinefang gave the tom a frantic shove, trying to wake him. Then he knelt down to check his breathing. There was none. The old medicine cat took a step back, noticing for the first time how deathly still Acornpaw was. Deathly was right. The apprentice had died in his sleep.

"...No"

"I, um, wanna be called, er, Acorn... c-claw, like my uncle."

"No."

"Only, like, 3 moons."

"No! No NO!!!"

Shinefang's pelt bristled as he marched back and forth in his den, gritting his teeth and he sucked in hissing breaths. Starclan had done it again! Could they not be happy just taking his mate and kits from him? They had to take innocent apprentices just three moons away from becoming warriors!? Were there no lows to which the foxhearts wouldn't steep!? He had taken this job to help his clanmates stay alive, to keep them out of Starclan altogether and here with the cats who cared about them, and here Starclan had snatched this poor kit away from Skyclan, for what? A bump on his head?! Shinefang clawed at the ground, loosing a yowl filled with rage, huffing wildly like a cat in the throws of battle. He stomped over to his herbs stores and with great, sweeping motions of his paws he began to knock them all to the ground snarling as he did. When there was nothing left to bear the force of his anger, the medicine cat stood panting, looking at the floor and the mess he had made, seething as he stewed in the utter betrayal by the glimmering foxhearts in the sky... and his very own mate who walked among them. Shinefang didn't even notice the small group of younger cats approaching his den.
the scent of death in the air was familiar to daydream. it was the same scent that they were forced to smell when cricketpaw died. it was the same scent that they smelled when their father died. they stood at the entry way of the den while juniperpaw comforted him. they were never good with these sort of things, of loss. they had lost so much yet they didnt know how they even handled it. they numbed it, and of course like any other healer, they had lost a patient too before. but they never weeped and cried, instead, they stayed silent and let it build up. they could understand was shinefang was feeling, the sense of loss that he had felt in his life before. but they couldnt wrap their head around emotion and how it worked, how the brain would react to things and how to grieve properly. they were never good with those things. so they did the only thing they knew how to do, to heal. padding into the den they passed by shinefang and juniper quickly, eyes grazing where he kept his herbs, nose twitching. soon, they came upon what they were looking for: mint leaves. a common strong smelling plant that masks the scent of death. padding over, they bent to the limp body on the floor, placing mint leaves on the body and rubbing the leaves into their fur with a paw. ¨it masks the scent, itll make it more bearable to handle.¨ they mewed softly, trying their best to be empathetic. ¨theyre in a better place.¨ where ever that was.

Charmer

November 21st, 2017, 09:36 PM

Charmer woly

Juniperpaw was first to slip into the messy den, an excited look on her face that quickly faded away at the sight before her. She swiftly scanned the floor of the den, a thin blanket of leaves and berries that she was certain should not be there. But then again, this was SkyClan, and they were known for doing things which were considered odd to the other Clans. Juniperpaw's gaze was drawn to the older tomcat standing over the mess. He was panting heavily, his fur bristling; obviously, the older medicine cat was angry. But why?

She stepped forward cautiously, careful to avoid stepping on the herbs littering the ground. Juniperpaw was sure the herbs could still be used, so long as she didn't tear apart any leaves or crush any berries. ``Shinefang?`` Her head was tilted slightly, a concerned gleam in her dark green eyes, and a frown was stretched across her muzzle. Before she took another step she noticed an limp lump nearby, large enough to belong to a feline around her age. Juniperpaw gasped, eyes widening and jaw dropping. She realized Shinefang had lost a patient.

``Oh, Shinefang!`` She murmured compassionately, maneuvering her way towards the elder tom. Juniperpaw could certainly relate to the older tom, having lost her first two patients to death. Her first patient was a three moon old kit who she had to feed deathberries in order to numb his internal pain. Her second patient was an elder she-cat who she also had to feed deathberries in order to end her internal pain. Juniperpaw attempted to comfort Shinefang by pressing up against him. She knew the older tom had already lost so much to StarClan; she couldn't imagine what he was going through!

the scent of death in the air was familiar to daydream. it was the same scent that they were forced to smell when cricketpaw died. it was the same scent that they smelled when their father died. they stood at the entry way of the den while juniperpaw comforted him. they were never good with these sort of things, of loss. they had lost so much yet they didnt know how they even handled it. they numbed it, and of course like any other healer, they had lost a patient too before. but they never weeped and cried, instead, they stayed silent and let it build up. they could understand was shinefang was feeling, the sense of loss that he had felt in his life before. but they couldnt wrap their head around emotion and how it worked, how the brain would react to things and how to grieve properly. they were never good with those things. so they did the only thing they knew how to do, to heal. padding into the den they passed by shinefang and juniper quickly, eyes grazing where he kept his herbs, nose twitching. soon, they came upon what they were looking for: mint leaves. a common strong smelling plant that masks the scent of death. padding over, they bent to the limp body on the floor, placing mint leaves on the body and rubbing the leaves into their fur with a paw. ¨it masks the scent, itll make it more bearable to handle.¨ they mewed softly, trying their best to be empathetic. ¨theyre in a better place.¨ where ever that was.

Shinefang flinched in surprise as he felt a warm body press against his flank that felt like it was suspiciously close in size to the apprentice lying dead in his den. He recognized that ginger spot on her head the instant he looked down. "Junebug?" What could the Riverclan apprentice be doing all the way up here in Skyclan? In his den? He turned his head to see Daypaw was here as well. He watched the Shadowclan medicine cat rub mint on Acornpaw's body and heard but didn't really register the sentiment about better places or some mousedung. Still he nodded. He was drained from the embarrassment of the scene he'd made. You'd think he'd never seen a cat die before. As a warrior, he'd seen it plenty. But this was different. The little tom had only had a bad bump on his head. He was sure he would be ok. And worse yet, the medicine cat had told him that he would be ok. Now he was among the foxhearts, and he'd gone and made a liar out of himself. "You too, Daypaw. I'm guessing you came to get herbs?" he asked, his voice hollow and flat. He pulled away from Juniperpaw and strode up to Acornpaw's body. "Help yourself. There's some over there, and there, and there," he muttered, pointing his tail every which way across his den floor. He bent his neck down and grabbed a gentle hold of Acornpaw's scruff and began dragging him backwards toward the den entrance, making some effort not to drag him over and leaves and ruin them as he made his way to the clearing to present the young cat for his vigil.

Nightpaw was sitting outside the den, peering inside at the scene with green eyes wide with shock. Her heart ached as she watched the old tom dragging along the apprentice. It must be so hard being a medicine cat, she thought to herself, moving aside to give the tom room to get past her. She'd never seen the Skyclan medicine cat before. He was quite a bit older than Juniperpaw and Daypaw. And bigger. And just covered in scars. And... was he missing and eye?! Shuddering, she moved into the den as soon as there was room. There was a splat beneath her paw and she lifted it to see a crushed blue berry. "Uh... sorry," she said, backing against the den wall and away from the herbs. They were here to retrieve herbs for Shadowclan, not squish them!

AbsurdJinx

November 22nd, 2017, 02:01 PM

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Juniperpaw smiled softly up at Shinefang when he looked down at her, referring to her by the nickname she oh-so-loved to hear from him. She quietly watched as the older tomcat slipped away from her side, approaching Daypaw who was tending to the young cat's death-scent. She frowned at the sight of the young feline who seemed to be just around her own age. A sad look formed in her green eyes, and she shook her head, meowing gently, ``Shinefang, we'll help you clean up.`` Juniperpaw didn't want to leave the elder tomcat quite yet. She backed away as Shinefang gripped the apprentice's scruff between his jaws, carefully maneuvering his way through the maze of herbs. Juniperpaw managed to scrape a pawful or so of leaves and berries out of the way, solemnly watching on as the limp body was carried past her. Welcome him into your ranks, StarClan. Let him find peace among the stars.

She looked to Daypaw for guidance, uncertain as to what to do next. Juniperpaw, however, was quick to realize that the ShadowClan feline wasn't exactly the best at comforting, and instead, Juniperpaw began to quietly pick at the herbs littering the ground while waiting for Shinefang to return. She wasn't exactly aware of which herbs were which, but she was able to pile a few of them based off similar appearances and smells. She carried the bundle over to what she assumed was Shinefang's herb store where she rocked back on her haunches and began building piles for the different leaves and berries, hoping she was placing them in their correct piles.

Undercover

November 22nd, 2017, 03:49 PM

Shinefang stood up with a grunt, "A bad mouse, Cleankit? What makes you think it was bad? Did it smell funny to you?" The older tom asked the kit, sniffing the air around her in search of the sharp tang of infection. If a bad mouse was all that was going on, Shinefang was in luck. For the life of him, he could not remember which herb was for bellyaches. The tom had never had formal medicine cat training. He just happened to get injured enough during his lifetime that he knew how to bandage a wound and prevent it from getting infected. Scratches, bites, those were a breeze! But bellyache wasn't something that had bothered him enough as a kit for him to remember what herb would help. A bad mouse, though, he may know how to ease the kits digestion, but a paw-full of yarrow flowers would bring that mouse right back up. Can't hurt her stomach if it's not inside her stomach.
Purekit tipped her head to the side as Shinefang called her Cleankit again. Maybe she should correct him? Well, actually that mya come off as rude. Flicking her tail, the small kit plainly ignored his misspeak. "I don't know..." she meowed in answer, giving a shrug. Twitching an ear, the female tensed as naother spasm grasped her stomach. "It made my belly hurt." Then the female frowned. "But it didn't make Swanheart's stomach hurt." Looking up at him with her clear blue eyes, Purekit realized that he may not know who Swanheart was or how she was related to her. "Swanheart's my mother." She informed him, offering a small smile.

Charmer

November 23rd, 2017, 05:07 PM

Purekit tipped her head to the side as Shinefang called her Cleankit again. Maybe she should correct him? Well, actually that mya come off as rude. Flicking her tail, the small kit plainly ignored his misspeak. "I don't know..." she meowed in answer, giving a shrug. Twitching an ear, the female tensed as naother spasm grasped her stomach. "It made my belly hurt." Then the female frowned. "But it didn't make Swanheart's stomach hurt." Looking up at him with her clear blue eyes, Purekit realized that he may not know who Swanheart was or how she was related to her. "Swanheart's my mother." She informed him, offering a small smile.

Shinefang watched as another spasm of pain gripped the little cat, keeping still as he listened and thought about what she was saying. It certainly wasn’t unheard of for a younger cat to be more sensitive to prey that had set on the pile too long than an older cat, but if her mother gave her the mouse she would have smelled the tang of prey turning to crowfood, right? Then again queens could get tired from all their kits’ shenanigans and miss the smell too, especially if it was just spoiled enough to affect a kit but not a queen. “It could be that Swanheart’s stomach was just a little stronger than yours. She’s a fully grown cat after all.” Shinefang moved to his herb stores and pulled out a pawful if dried yarrow flowers. “This will get it out of your belly. But it will make you feel sick for just a minute. Shinefang set the flowers in a pile and set a small layer of moss pulled from his nest beside it. “Go ahead and eat the flowers. Just do me a favor and aim for the moss.”

Role (continuing with Oakpaw.)

Shinefang was up the next morning, eager to get a good look at the younger shecat's paw. He strode over to the she-cat's nest and poked her sharply in the middle of her forehead with his paw. "Wake up. I need to have a look at your paw and you need to tell me how it's feeling today." He sat back and looked at the shecat's paw, pleased that she'd managed to not roll over on it in the night as she slept. He'd have to clear away to layer of herbs to have a better look, but he wanted her to be alert first so that he could tell if he nicked anything he shouldn't be.

Role

November 24th, 2017, 05:33 PM

Role (continuing with Oakpaw.)

Shinefang was up the next morning, eager to get a good look at the younger shecat's paw. He strode over to the she-cat's nest and poked her sharply in the middle of her forehead with his paw. "Wake up. I need to have a look at your paw and you need to tell me how it's feeling today." He sat back and looked at the shecat's paw, pleased that she'd managed to not roll over on it in the night as she slept. He'd have to clear away to layer of herbs to have a better look, but he wanted her to be alert first so that he could tell if he nicked anything he shouldn't be.
In her dream, Oakpaw was running through a forest, chasing rabbits. In a long leap, using her SkyClan strong legs, Oakpaw extended her claws and aimed for the plump rabbits ahead of her. Just when she could just taste the rabbit, a sharp bump hit her head. Startled awake, Oakpaw nearly jumped from her nest. Her gaze traveled up to Shinefang, listening to the medicine cat's words. Frowning, Oakpaw looked down at her paw. It was lying awkwardly and the claws were still unsheathed. Focusing on how it felt, Oakpaw was astonished to realize that the tingling sensation was dulled slightly. "It feels better," she mewed hopefully, eyes shining. Could she still be able to become a warrior?

Charmer

November 24th, 2017, 06:06 PM

In her dream, Oakpaw was running through a forest, chasing rabbits. In a long leap, using her SkyClan strong legs, Oakpaw extended her claws and aimed for the plump rabbits ahead of her. Just when she could just taste the rabbit, a sharp bump hit her head. Startled awake, Oakpaw nearly jumped from her nest. Her gaze traveled up to Shinefang, listening to the medicine cat's words. Frowning, Oakpaw looked down at her paw. It was lying awkwardly and the claws were still unsheathed. Focusing on how it felt, Oakpaw was astonished to realize that the tingling sensation was dulled slightly. "It feels better," she mewed hopefully, eyes shining. Could she still be able to become a warrior?

Shinefang dusted of the layer of now dried herbs caked to the apprentices paw. They feel to the den floor in flakes, and now the old tom was able to have a better look and see that the claws on the wounded paw were still unsheathed, and the paw itself, though the swelling was better, still appeared twisted and at an odd angel. "Well feeling better is generally a good sign," he said simply, not prepared yet to lose all hope, but there were so many small bones in the paw... " Can you try and sheath your claws for me?" he asked.

Role

November 24th, 2017, 06:55 PM

Shinefang dusted of the layer of now dried herbs caked to the apprentices paw. They feel to the den floor in flakes, and now the old tom was able to have a better look and see that the claws on the wounded paw were still unsheathed, and the paw itself, though the swelling was better, still appeared twisted and at an odd angel. "Well feeling better is generally a good sign," he said simply, not prepared yet to lose all hope, but there were so many small bones in the paw... " Can you try and sheath your claws for me?" he asked.
Oakpaw was startled to see such a protective layer of herbs flake off in moments. Herbs were really weird! Oakpaw stared at her paw. The cuts were still visible, but they were healing. Oakpaw frowned. She knew she would have some nasty scars. At Shinefang's request, Oakpaw tried to move her foot just a little. Only a tingling feeling came back in return. There was no movement in her toes, and her claws did not sheath. Blinking, Oakpaw tried again. The same reaction occurred. "It didn't work," she half wailed. "Why isn't it working? Why can't I sheath my claws?" Eyes shimmering with fear, Oakpaw tried and tried again. Oakpaw lashed her tail, beginning to grow frustrated with herself. Great StarClan! If I can't even sheath my claws, how can I be a warrior?

Charmer

November 24th, 2017, 09:02 PM

Oakpaw was startled to see such a protective layer of herbs flake off in moments. Herbs were really weird! Oakpaw stared at her paw. The cuts were still visible, but they were healing. Oakpaw frowned. She knew she would have some nasty scars. At Shinefang's request, Oakpaw tried to move her foot just a little. Only a tingling feeling came back in return. There was no movement in her toes, and her claws did not sheath. Blinking, Oakpaw tried again. The same reaction occurred. "It didn't work," she half wailed. "Why isn't it working? Why can't I sheath my claws?" Eyes shimmering with fear, Oakpaw tried and tried again. Oakpaw lashed her tail, beginning to grow frustrated with herself. Great StarClan! If I can't even sheath my claws, how can I be a warrior?

Shinefang watched as the younger cat struggled to sheath her claws. He kept his gaze steady on the shecat, but his heart began to sank as what he had feared began to look more likely. He saw her starting to get frantic as well. "Shhhhhhh, calm down. Breathe," he said in a low tone, trying to sooth her nerves. "Is it painful at all? What do you feel in your paw and leg?" Shinefang earnestly hoped she would tell him it was painful. Pain meant that the limb was still alive, just hurt. Numbness or tingling could mean that the paw was beyond hurt.

Role

November 24th, 2017, 09:33 PM

Shinefang watched as the younger cat struggled to sheath her claws. He kept his gaze steady on the shecat, but his heart began to sank as what he had feared began to look more likely. He saw her starting to get frantic as well. "Shhhhhhh, calm down. Breathe," he said in a low tone, trying to sooth her nerves. "Is it painful at all? What do you feel in your paw and leg?" Shinefang earnestly hoped she would tell him it was painful. Pain meant that the limb was still alive, just hurt. Numbness or tingling could mean that the paw was beyond hurt.
Oakpaw let out a quiet whimper of fear and anger. With dismay, Oakpaw stared up at Shinefang. His expression was calm, but his eyes betrayed the fact that everything was alright. He too was worried. As he asked what it felt like, Oakpaw once more concentrated on her limb. "M-my toes feel kind of tingley," she started. "And my paw and leg.. I don't feel anything. Does that mean it's good? Is it getting better?" The brown molly stared down at her twisted paw. Oakpaw bent her head and lapped at her toes. It tingled a bit more at the pressure, but she couldn't feel her tongue rasping the small appendeges. Voice tremulous and eyes round, Oakpaw wailed her new discovery. "I can't feel it! Why can't I feel it?"

Charmer

November 24th, 2017, 10:06 PM

Oakpaw let out a quiet whimper of fear and anger. With dismay, Oakpaw stared up at Shinefang. His expression was calm, but his eyes betrayed the fact that everything was alright. He too was worried. As he asked what it felt like, Oakpaw once more concentrated on her limb. "M-my toes feel kind of tingley," she started. "And my paw and leg.. I don't feel anything. Does that mean it's good? Is it getting better?" The brown molly stared down at her twisted paw. Oakpaw bent her head and lapped at her toes. It tingled a bit more at the pressure, but she couldn't feel her tongue rasping the small appendeges. Voice tremulous and eyes round, Oakpaw wailed her new discovery. "I can't feel it! Why can't I feel it?"

Shinefang didn't answer at first. He had known of cats who had tangled with twoleg monsters and would up dead or with parts of their body dead and useless. Now here was was faced with the task of sharing with this little shecat that that was what she had to look forward to, a life of dragging around a dead limb. But then, who was he to say that? He hadn't been trained as a medicine cat. He was just a warrior who had gotten hurt enough to figure out how to heal wounds. Maybe she'd be fine and he'd just be scaring her for no good reason. "I...don't know for sure." It was one thing to think it, but saying it out loud made Shinefang feel so hopeless. Before he knew what he was saying, he was already blurting out more. "Let me try just a couple more things." Shinfang moved to his herb stores and pulled out a couple of mint leaves. He chewed them up quickly and spat them into his paw before going to rub them over Oakpaw's shoulder, even getting the pulp under her fur. This can help with swelling. Maybe that will do it. Even now, Shinefang didn't notice any obvious swelling on the apprentice's shoulder, but he'd give it a try just the same.

Role

November 25th, 2017, 12:17 PM

Shinefang didn't answer at first. He had known of cats who had tangled with twoleg monsters and would up dead or with parts of their body dead and useless. Now here was was faced with the task of sharing with this little shecat that that was what she had to look forward to, a life of dragging around a dead limb. But then, who was he to say that? He hadn't been trained as a medicine cat. He was just a warrior who had gotten hurt enough to figure out how to heal wounds. Maybe she'd be fine and he'd just be scaring her for no good reason. "I...don't know for sure." It was one thing to think it, but saying it out loud made Shinefang feel so hopeless. Before he knew what he was saying, he was already blurting out more. "Let me try just a couple more things." Shinfang moved to his herb stores and pulled out a couple of mint leaves. He chewed them up quickly and spat them into his paw before going to rub them over Oakpaw's shoulder, even getting the pulp under her fur. This can help with swelling. Maybe that will do it. Even now, Shinefang didn't notice any obvious swelling on the apprentice's shoulder, but he'd give it a try just the same.
Oakpaw felt desolate. Even her medicine cat didn't know what was wrong with her. A wave of mixed emotions washed over her. Anger. Sadness. Hopelessness. Oakpaw averted her amber gaze to the outside world. Her Clanmates were chatting, arguing, playing. Normal things. But one kind of Clanmate caught her eye. Warriors. The question that she had been asking herself came back to her mind yet again. Will I ever be a warrior? In just a few days the apprentice would reach twelve moons. If not for this wound, she would be assessed in two days. Shaking her head, Oakpaw squeezed her eyes shut and looked away. Then, she felt a sticky, warm pulp lathered onto her shoulder. Hope flickered in her mind, like a spark in a starting fire. Delicate, but can grow strong. "I felt that," she breathed. "I felt you put that onto my shoulder." Oakpaw looked at her shoulder, breathing in the welcoming scent of mint. "Maybe I didn't feel it because nothing was touching it," she offered.

Charmer

November 25th, 2017, 02:59 PM

Oakpaw felt desolate. Even her medicine cat didn't know what was wrong with her. A wave of mixed emotions washed over her. Anger. Sadness. Hopelessness. Oakpaw averted her amber gaze to the outside world. Her Clanmates were chatting, arguing, playing. Normal things. But one kind of Clanmate caught her eye. Warriors. The question that she had been asking herself came back to her mind yet again. Will I ever be a warrior? In just a few days the apprentice would reach twelve moons. If not for this wound, she would be assessed in two days. Shaking her head, Oakpaw squeezed her eyes shut and looked away. Then, she felt a sticky, warm pulp lathered onto her shoulder. Hope flickered in her mind, like a spark in a starting fire. Delicate, but can grow strong. "I felt that," she breathed. "I felt you put that onto my shoulder." Oakpaw looked at her shoulder, breathing in the welcoming scent of mint. "Maybe I didn't feel it because nothing was touching it," she offered.

Shinefang's glance darted between the apprentice's face and her shoulder. "Maybe," he conceded. "Sometimes when a cat gets hurt in a way that makes a body part swell, it makes it hard to feel things below that body part. I'm hoping that if theirs some swelling in your shoulder, the mint will help." It all sounded like it made perfect sense, even as he said it. But even while he was applying the herb, he didn't see swelling. "Are you able to stand on it at all?" he asked the younger cat, managing to keep his worry at bay. He didn't need to assume the worse just yet. Her leg could be perfectly fine.

Role

November 25th, 2017, 05:00 PM

Shinefang's glance darted between the apprentice's face and her shoulder. "Maybe," he conceded. "Sometimes when a cat gets hurt in a way that makes a body part swell, it makes it hard to feel things below that body part. I'm hoping that if theirs some swelling in your shoulder, the mint will help." It all sounded like it made perfect sense, even as he said it. But even while he was applying the herb, he didn't see swelling. "Are you able to stand on it at all?" he asked the younger cat, managing to keep his worry at bay. He didn't need to assume the worse just yet. Her leg could be perfectly fine.
Oakpaw listened with intent, eyes shining. That hope that once sparked was now being kindled by his words. There was no way it could be false hope! ..Right? Oakpaw blinked as he asked if she could stand on her leg. Here it was. The ultimate test. The brown molly used her other foreleg to sit herself up, grunting with effort, and then stood up fully using her back legs. At least she could stand if all else fails. Oakpaw then attempted to flatten her paw on the ground. When she did, it looked awkward and broken. A twinge of fear entered her mind, but Oakpaw shook it off. Not now. She slowly put weight on it. Suddenly, her whole world came crashing down. Her paw bent to the side, and she fell over. And like that, her hope that burned like fire was blown away. Oakpaw lie still for a moment, staring at nothing in particular, and began to feel defeated. "No," she murmured. "I am not able to stand on it." Oakpaw rolled herself back over after a few tries, and stared at the ground.

Charmer

November 25th, 2017, 05:16 PM

Oakpaw listened with intent, eyes shining. That hope that once sparked was now being kindled by his words. There was no way it could be false hope! ..Right? Oakpaw blinked as he asked if she could stand on her leg. Here it was. The ultimate test. The brown molly used her other foreleg to sit herself up, grunting with effort, and then stood up fully using her back legs. At least she could stand if all else fails. Oakpaw then attempted to flatten her paw on the ground. When she did, it looked awkward and broken. A twinge of fear entered her mind, but Oakpaw shook it off. Not now. She slowly put weight on it. Suddenly, her whole world came crashing down. Her paw bent to the side, and she fell over. And like that, her hope that burned like fire was blown away. Oakpaw lie still for a moment, staring at nothing in particular, and began to feel defeated. "No," she murmured. "I am not able to stand on it." Oakpaw rolled herself back over after a few tries, and stared at the ground.

At first as the the little shecat stood up, Shinefang felt hope flare within him. But when Oakpaw went to put weight on her leg, she crumpled to the ground. It was so fast, he had no time to catch her, and for a long moment he sat there in silence and sighed. He couldn't put it off any longer now. There was still time for something to change in her condition, but the bones in her paw were no good now and there was a chance they never would be. As the apprentice stared at the ground, Shinefang placed a paw on her shoulder and spoke to her in a voice more soft and gentle than most cats every heard from him. "I'm sorry, Oakpaw. I think that the monster crushed the small bones in your foot. They're too small for me to set them properly. The tingling and numbness might improve overtime, but your paw is going to be twisted like that for the rest of your life." The grizzled old tom closed his eye, shame washing over him. Poor Oakpaw had an old, untrained fleabag for a medicine cat, and she would pay for that forever. "I'm so sorry," he said again.

Role

November 26th, 2017, 05:16 PM

At first as the the little shecat stood up, Shinefang felt hope flare within him. But when Oakpaw went to put weight on her leg, she crumpled to the ground. It was so fast, he had no time to catch her, and for a long moment he sat there in silence and sighed. He couldn't put it off any longer now. There was still time for something to change in her condition, but the bones in her paw were no good now and there was a chance they never would be. As the apprentice stared at the ground, Shinefang placed a paw on her shoulder and spoke to her in a voice more soft and gentle than most cats every heard from him. "I'm sorry, Oakpaw. I think that the monster crushed the small bones in your foot. They're too small for me to set them properly. The tingling and numbness might improve overtime, but your paw is going to be twisted like that for the rest of your life." The grizzled old tom closed his eye, shame washing over him. Poor Oakpaw had an old, untrained fleabag for a medicine cat, and she would pay for that forever. "I'm so sorry," he said again.
As Shinefang confirmed her fears, Oakpaw squeezed her eyes shut and clawed at the ground. If only she hadn't been so stupid! What was she thinking, waltzing up to the Thunderpath like an untrained apprentice? Stupid! Stupid! What would Magnoliawool say? Oakpaw looked up at the den entrance as if Magnoliawool were about to walk in at that moment, but nothing happened. Oakpaw looked over at the medicine cat. He looked just as upset as her about this. She opened her jaws to speak, but the words she had formed in her head began to cloud and disappear. There was nothing to be said. Letting out a small sigh, Oakpaw laid her head on her paws. The same image of her mentor kept coming back to mind until Oakpaw felt sick to her stomach with worry. What would she say? What could she say? Oakpaw sheathed her claws on her good paw, and looked up at Shinefang. "What will you tell her? My mentor?"

Undercover

November 26th, 2017, 05:52 PM

Shinefang watched as another spasm of pain gripped the little cat, keeping still as he listened and thought about what she was saying. It certainly wasn’t unheard of for a younger cat to be more sensitive to prey that had set on the pile too long than an older cat, but if her mother gave her the mouse she would have smelled the tang of prey turning to crowfood, right? Then again queens could get tired from all their kits’ shenanigans and miss the smell too, especially if it was just spoiled enough to affect a kit but not a queen. “It could be that Swanheart’s stomach was just a little stronger than yours. She’s a fully grown cat after all.” Shinefang moved to his herb stores and pulled out a pawful if dried yarrow flowers. “This will get it out of your belly. But it will make you feel sick for just a minute. Shinefang set the flowers in a pile and set a small layer of moss pulled from his nest beside it. “Go ahead and eat the flowers. Just do me a favor and aim for the moss.”
Purekit nodded, "Okay," she meowed. "Swanheart is a lot older than me." The female twitched her tail, wondering whether she should stand up and follow the tom cat as he padded back into his herb stores. Purekit stood up upon making up her mind. But, before she could move a paw step, the medicine cat had already reappeared, carrying a small bundle of herbs in his mouth. Plopping back on her silver furred haunches, the she-cat listened to his instruction. This will get it out of your belly. But it will make you feel sick for just a minute. Just for a minute? Well, if she felt better afterwards, the herbs would be worth it. Nodding to Shinefang, Purekit dipped her small head and lapped up the herbs obediently. Before the young kit had time to ponder the bitter taste, her stomach gave a ginormous heave and the contents of her belly were suddenly infront of her on the moss lying on her sandy floor of the den. Although the stuff was now out of her, Purekit didn't feel all that much better. "It still feels bad." She whispered, hoping the tom knew what to do. She hated these stomach pains, and wished they owuld go away forever.

Charmer

November 26th, 2017, 08:47 PM

As Shinefang confirmed her fears, Oakpaw squeezed her eyes shut and clawed at the ground. If only she hadn't been so stupid! What was she thinking, waltzing up to the Thunderpath like an untrained apprentice? Stupid! Stupid! What would Magnoliawool say? Oakpaw looked up at the den entrance as if Magnoliawool were about to walk in at that moment, but nothing happened. Oakpaw looked over at the medicine cat. He looked just as upset as her about this. She opened her jaws to speak, but the words she had formed in her head began to cloud and disappear. There was nothing to be said. Letting out a small sigh, Oakpaw laid her head on her paws. The same image of her mentor kept coming back to mind until Oakpaw felt sick to her stomach with worry. What would she say? What could she say? Oakpaw sheathed her claws on her good paw, and looked up at Shinefang. "What will you tell her? My mentor?"

Shinefang shook his head in a futile gesture to contain the irritation he had toward the shecat who hadn't kept a closer eye on the apprentice. "You can tell her whatever you like. I plan to tell her to learn to use her sense if she wants to train apprentices. I've trained four to become warriors and I made sure they were too busy to go running off on dangerous adventures." The old tom gave a huff of frustration. "I wouldn't worry about that now though. Like I said, your paw may never be the same, but more time to heal may improve the function of your leg. You should rest and have some freshkill. Do you want me to check for anything in particular on he freshkill pile?" It was a small consolation, but it was true. The little bones may be irreparable, but perhaps her leg would be just fine. He clung to that sliver of hope.

Purekit nodded, "Okay," she meowed. "Swanheart is a lot older than me." The female twitched her tail, wondering whether she should stand up and follow the tom cat as he padded back into his herb stores. Purekit stood up upon making up her mind. But, before she could move a paw step, the medicine cat had already reappeared, carrying a small bundle of herbs in his mouth. Plopping back on her silver furred haunches, the she-cat listened to his instruction. This will get it out of your belly. But it will make you feel sick for just a minute. Just for a minute? Well, if she felt better afterwards, the herbs would be worth it. Nodding to Shinefang, Purekit dipped her small head and lapped up the herbs obediently. Before the young kit had time to ponder the bitter taste, her stomach gave a ginormous heave and the contents of her belly were suddenly infront of her on the moss lying on her sandy floor of the den. Although the stuff was now out of her, Purekit didn't feel all that much better. "It still feels bad." She whispered, hoping the tom knew what to do. She hated these stomach pains, and wished they owuld go away forever.

Shinefang watched with a grimace as the kit got sick all over the moss. He was surprised to hear after the fit of vomiting that her stomach was still hurting. Normally if it was food-related, cats started to feel better as soon as the bad food was up. It could just be taking a minute, but the kit was obviously still in a lot of pain. "Uh..." Shinefang said stupidly, moving back to his herb store. What in Starclan's name is good for bellyache?! Did I honestly never see a cat get treated for it before? His roving orange eye fell on a yellow flower with lots of petals that looked a bit like a marigold. Tansy, he thought to himself, recognizing the plant. What was this for again? Not wanting to keep the kit waiting any longer, he snatched it off his shelf and bit a piece off of the large flower. He set the piece in front of the little shecat and pointed at it with his paw. "Let's give this a try," he suggested, trying to keep his voice friendly and confident in the hopes the little kit didn't realize he was just guessing.

(Tansy is for cough, so it shouldn't do much if anything.)

Role

November 28th, 2017, 06:39 PM

Shinefang shook his head in a futile gesture to contain the irritation he had toward the shecat who hadn't kept a closer eye on the apprentice. "You can tell her whatever you like. I plan to tell her to learn to use her sense if she wants to train apprentices. I've trained four to become warriors and I made sure they were too busy to go running off on dangerous adventures." The old tom gave a huff of frustration. "I wouldn't worry about that now though. Like I said, your paw may never be the same, but more time to heal may improve the function of your leg. You should rest and have some freshkill. Do you want me to check for anything in particular on he freshkill pile?" It was a small consolation, but it was true. The little bones may be irreparable, but perhaps her leg would be just fine. He clung to that sliver of hope.
Oakpaw nodded with a frown. Magnoliawool was sensitive. It would be most likely that she would not take it well. Although she was soft and caring, Magnoliawool had a temper that flared whenever she got called out for making mistakes. But this was a big mistake, a scornful voice spat in her mind. Oakpaw blinked at his offer, feeling a familiar hungry rumble in her stomach at the mention of food. "Anything but a bird," she chuckled. "The last thing I need is a feather in my throat." The brown she-cat blinked gratefully at Shinefang, offering a small smile. In her mind, however, she felt despondant. Fear of not becoming a warrior, her mentor's reaction, and her life as a cripple all seemed terrifying to her. Oakpaw gave herself a little shake and looked outside of the den.

Charmer

November 28th, 2017, 06:56 PM

Oakpaw nodded with a frown. Magnoliawool was sensitive. It would be most likely that she would not take it well. Although she was soft and caring, Magnoliawool had a temper that flared whenever she got called out for making mistakes. But this was a big mistake, a scornful voice spat in her mind. Oakpaw blinked at his offer, feeling a familiar hungry rumble in her stomach at the mention of food. "Anything but a bird," she chuckled. "The last thing I need is a feather in my throat." The brown she-cat blinked gratefully at Shinefang, offering a small smile. In her mind, however, she felt despondant. Fear of not becoming a warrior, her mentor's reaction, and her life as a cripple all seemed terrifying to her. Oakpaw gave herself a little shake and looked outside of the den.

Shinefang nodded and padded out of his den and toward the freshkill pile, sifting through it until he found a vole. He padded back at once and set the morsel in front of the apprentice. "Eat up," he meowed flatly. "I'll be curious to see how your leg is doing tomorrow. Time will tell. I wouldn't lose hope just yet. After all, your not the first apprentice to get yourself hurt. I lost my eye when I was just a bit older than you. Still an apprentice." The old tom craned his neck to lick to ragged fur on his shoulder. He stopped after a couple of meager licks, not able to reach it comfortably.

Role

November 28th, 2017, 07:07 PM

Shinefang nodded and padded out of his den and toward the freshkill pile, sifting through it until he found a vole. He padded back at once and set the morsel in front of the apprentice. "Eat up," he meowed flatly. "I'll be curious to see how your leg is doing tomorrow. Time will tell. I wouldn't lose hope just yet. After all, your not the first apprentice to get yourself hurt. I lost my eye when I was just a bit older than you. Still an apprentice." The old tom craned his neck to lick to ragged fur on his shoulder. He stopped after a couple of meager licks, not able to reach it comfortably.
Oakpaw's mouth watered at the sight of the rodent. She looked up at the old tom and nodded at his words. It was true that her leg may heal, and that was the only bit of hope she had of becoming a warrior. Oakpaw blinked at his bit of information. Oakpaw hadn't taken his missing eye into account, but now that he mentioned it, she began to notice more and more. Snapping away from her thoughts, Oakpaw tried to lighten the mood. "Thank you," she purred. "Look on the bright side: at least you'll have someone to keep you company for a while." Oakpaw nibbled at her vole, but noticed he was struggling to reach some unkempt fur. Memories of caring for elders came flooding back. Despite the wreak of mousebile and the flea crushing, Oakpaw liked to talk to the elders. They were nice company and a lot of fun to be around, especially when they told stories. "Do you want me to get that for you? It's the least I can do in return for the vole," she asked.

Charmer

November 28th, 2017, 07:45 PM

Oakpaw's mouth watered at the sight of the rodent. She looked up at the old tom and nodded at his words. It was true that her leg may heal, and that was the only bit of hope she had of becoming a warrior. Oakpaw blinked at his bit of information. Oakpaw hadn't taken his missing eye into account, but now that he mentioned it, she began to notice more and more. Snapping away from her thoughts, Oakpaw tried to lighten the mood. "Thank you," she purred. "Look on the bright side: at least you'll have someone to keep you company for a while." Oakpaw nibbled at her vole, but noticed he was struggling to reach some unkempt fur. Memories of caring for elders came flooding back. Despite the wreak of mousebile and the flea crushing, Oakpaw liked to talk to the elders. They were nice company and a lot of fun to be around, especially when they told stories. "Do you want me to get that for you? It's the least I can do in return for the vole," she asked.

"Look on the bright side?" Shinefang repeated, his tone incredulous. He shook his head. "Look on the bright side, she says, with her two good eyes. Some apprentices can be so insensitive," he looked away as he said it, so that the little shecat couldn't see his fiendish grin, but he couldn't keep that up for more than a second and turned to see the look oh her face. "Nah. That's ok," the tom declined, still to proud to let younger cats look after him like he was some elder. He may not be a warrior, but he'd always have the heart of one.

Role

November 28th, 2017, 08:26 PM

"Look on the bright side?" Shinefang repeated, his tone incredulous. He shook his head. "Look on the bright side, she says, with her two good eyes. Some apprentices can be so insensitive," he looked away as he said it, so that the little shecat couldn't see his fiendish grin, but he couldn't keep that up for more than a second and turned to see the look oh her face. "Nah. That's ok," the tom declined, still to proud to let younger cats look after him like he was some elder. He may not be a warrior, but he'd always have the heart of one.
Oakpaw stammered for words, trying to defend herself. "I d-didn't mean it like that! I only meant to be p-positive," she sputtered. She relaxed as he turned around, humor in his expression. Oakpaw shook her head and chuckled. He sure got her. Oakpaw looked up at Shinefang, listening to his reply. Oakpaw nodded, and then remembered her prey. Eyes glittering with joy, Oakpaw tucked into her vole. A purr rumbled quietly from her throat as she took quick, clean bites. Oakpaw paused. "Thank you again!" And then she resumed. At least her mentor taught her to be grateful for prey.

Charmer

November 28th, 2017, 08:36 PM

Oakpaw stammered for words, trying to defend herself. "I d-didn't mean it like that! I only meant to be p-positive," she sputtered. She relaxed as he turned around, humor in his expression. Oakpaw shook her head and chuckled. He sure got her. Oakpaw looked up at Shinefang, listening to his reply. Oakpaw nodded, and then remembered her prey. Eyes glittering with joy, Oakpaw tucked into her vole. A purr rumbled quietly from her throat as she took quick, clean bites. Oakpaw paused. "Thank you again!" And then she resumed. At least her mentor taught her to be grateful for prey.

"Shinefang: Medicine cat and master prankster. Not apprentice is safe," he said. The old tom scratched at his belly with his hind leg, squinting his remaining eye. "Sure thing," he said, replying to her thanks. "I have to be off for a bit. I have some kitwits to educate. Make yourself comfortable and yell if you need me. Shinefang went to his shelf and pulled down a cobwebs, oak leaf, a paw full of yarrow flowers, a marigold flower, a catmint leaf, and just one bright red berry which he handled with special care. He pile the herbs onto the oakleaf and began to walk backwards, dragging the parcel by the stem. "Back in a bit."

Role

November 28th, 2017, 09:04 PM

"Shinefang: Medicine cat and master prankster. Not apprentice is safe," he said. The old tom scratched at his belly with his hind leg, squinting his remaining eye. "Sure thing," he said, replying to her thanks. "I have to be off for a bit. I have some kitwits to educate. Make yourself comfortable and yell if you need me. Shinefang went to his shelf and pulled down a cobwebs, oak leaf, a paw full of yarrow flowers, a marigold flower, a catmint leaf, and just one bright red berry which he handled with special care. He pile the herbs onto the oakleaf and began to walk backwards, dragging the parcel by the stem. "Back in a bit."
Oakpaw chuckled and watched him gather herbs. He pulled out two things any cat could recognize, like cobwebs and leaves, but the rest were a bit unusual. Oakpaw mentally shook her head. She could never become a medicine cat, nor did she want to be one. There was too much to learn about. "See you later, and don't you twist my words," she chirped.

(Short sorry!)

graves

December 1st, 2017, 07:18 PM

Shinefang flinched in surprise as he felt a warm body press against his flank that felt like it was suspiciously close in size to the apprentice lying dead in his den. He recognized that ginger spot on her head the instant he looked down. "Junebug?" What could the Riverclan apprentice be doing all the way up here in Skyclan? In his den? He turned his head to see Daypaw was here as well. He watched the Shadowclan medicine cat rub mint on Acornpaw's body and heard but didn't really register the sentiment about better places or some mousedung. Still he nodded. He was drained from the embarrassment of the scene he'd made. You'd think he'd never seen a cat die before. As a warrior, he'd seen it plenty. But this was different. The little tom had only had a bad bump on his head. He was sure he would be ok. And worse yet, the medicine cat had told him that he would be ok. Now he was among the foxhearts, and he'd gone and made a liar out of himself. "You too, Daypaw. I'm guessing you came to get herbs?" he asked, his voice hollow and flat. He pulled away from Juniperpaw and strode up to Acornpaw's body. "Help yourself. There's some over there, and there, and there," he muttered, pointing his tail every which way across his den floor. He bent his neck down and grabbed a gentle hold of Acornpaw's scruff and began dragging him backwards toward the den entrance, making some effort not to drag him over and leaves and ruin them as he made his way to the clearing to present the young cat for his vigil.

Nightpaw was sitting outside the den, peering inside at the scene with green eyes wide with shock. Her heart ached as she watched the old tom dragging along the apprentice. It must be so hard being a medicine cat, she thought to herself, moving aside to give the tom room to get past her. She'd never seen the Skyclan medicine cat before. He was quite a bit older than Juniperpaw and Daypaw. And bigger. And just covered in scars. And... was he missing and eye?! Shuddering, she moved into the den as soon as there was room. There was a splat beneath her paw and she lifted it to see a crushed blue berry. "Uh... sorry," she said, backing against the den wall and away from the herbs. They were here to retrieve herbs for Shadowclan, not squish them!
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Juniperpaw smiled softly up at Shinefang when he looked down at her, referring to her by the nickname she oh-so-loved to hear from him. She quietly watched as the older tomcat slipped away from her side, approaching Daypaw who was tending to the young cat's death-scent. She frowned at the sight of the young feline who seemed to be just around her own age. A sad look formed in her green eyes, and she shook her head, meowing gently, ``Shinefang, we'll help you clean up.`` Juniperpaw didn't want to leave the elder tomcat quite yet. She backed away as Shinefang gripped the apprentice's scruff between his jaws, carefully maneuvering his way through the maze of herbs. Juniperpaw managed to scrape a pawful or so of leaves and berries out of the way, solemnly watching on as the limp body was carried past her. Welcome him into your ranks, StarClan. Let him find peace among the stars.

She looked to Daypaw for guidance, uncertain as to what to do next. Juniperpaw, however, was quick to realize that the ShadowClan feline wasn't exactly the best at comforting, and instead, Juniperpaw began to quietly pick at the herbs littering the ground while waiting for Shinefang to return. She wasn't exactly aware of which herbs were which, but she was able to pile a few of them based off similar appearances and smells. She carried the bundle over to what she assumed was Shinefang's herb store where she rocked back on her haunches and began building piles for the different leaves and berries, hoping she was placing them in their correct piles.

they knew nightpaw mustve felt a bit out of her place among the whelm of the medicine cats. front he way shinefang had been acting, they guessed this was his first loss. they could feel for him. to have cats rely on you, trust you to heal them, fix them, make them better, and then lose them. to have a cats life rely on your two paws was a lot of weight on your shoulders, and daydream only knew that too well.they had lost countless cats at the point, and they could only feel their mental stability decrease as time went on. they pressed close to nightpaw, their maw close to her ear,¨he had lost his first patient.¨ they explained. puling away, they watched juniperpaw start to help sort the herbs in the correct places, places that they assumed shinefang had tore them from in his rage.

they leaned down, sniffing each and every plant. they didnt want to take too much, but they didnt want to take too little, either. they started to make their own pile for what they were collecting. they placed a couple of marigold flowers, goldenrods, catmint and a few other basic herbs. this would hopefully last shadowclan for awhile, they needed it desperately. now, they sat and waited for shinefang to enter the den. while daydream cared about their clan, they also cared about to others, even if it didnt seem like it most of the time. they still did. so they werent going to simply leave him in a time of need. they would stay.

Charmer

December 1st, 2017, 07:45 PM

they knew nightpaw mustve felt a bit out of her place among the whelm of the medicine cats. front he way shinefang had been acting, they guessed this was his first loss. they could feel for him. to have cats rely on you, trust you to heal them, fix them, make them better, and then lose them. to have a cats life rely on your two paws was a lot of weight on your shoulders, and daydream only knew that too well.they had lost countless cats at the point, and they could only feel their mental stability decrease as time went on. they pressed close to nightpaw, their maw close to her ear,¨he had lost his first patient.¨ they explained. puling away, they watched juniperpaw start to help sort the herbs in the correct places, places that they assumed shinefang had tore them from in his rage.

they leaned down, sniffing each and every plant. they didnt want to take too much, but they didnt want to take too little, either. they started to make their own pile for what they were collecting. they placed a couple of marigold flowers, goldenrods, catmint and a few other basic herbs. this would hopefully last shadowclan for awhile, they needed it desperately. now, they sat and waited for shinefang to enter the den. while daydream cared about their clan, they also cared about to others, even if it didnt seem like it most of the time. they still did. so they werent going to simply leave him in a time of need. they would stay.

AbsurdJinx

"Oh..." Nightpaw understood now. Well, as much as she could. She'd never had to heal a cat before. She'd never seen a cat die, much less felt responsible for it. All she could tell was that it must have felt awful. Seeing the other two cats trying to sort herbs, Nightpaw felt the desire to help as well, but all the leaves on the den floor looked really similar to her. She noticed another of the blue berries that she'd squished earlier and saw that they, like the leaves were scattered, and began to use her paws to move them all into a nice little pile. "Are these all the same thing?" she asked quietly, hoping one of the medicine cats would answer.

Shinefang re-entered a heartbeat later, his jaws empty and his eye downcast as he looked at the three of them cleaning up his mess. He clenched his jaw, ashamed by the mess he'd made of things, and padded in. "Thanks, Junebug. I'm sorry. I lost my temper," he said quietly, too embarrassed to look at the apprentice." He walked up slowly to Daydream, and looked at the meager pile they had built. He stiffened a little as he saw the catmint and took a breath to calm himself. Memories of losing his mother to greencough made him want to hoard every leaf, but the fact is, he still had time to get more. "You can have more herbs than that if you need, Dreamer. Skyclan has a couple of good harvests yet before leafbare comes. Shadowclan doesn't," he said matter of factly. That's when he noticed the untreated gashes on the younger cat's skin. He took a paw and pushed aside a clump of fur the find a cut crusted over with dried blood. There were a few of these now that he was closer. "Are these from the Gathering?! Why haven't you treated them?"

AbsurdJinx

December 1st, 2017, 08:42 PM

graves

December 2nd, 2017, 12:21 AM

AbsurdJinx

"Oh..." Nightpaw understood now. Well, as much as she could. She'd never had to heal a cat before. She'd never seen a cat die, much less felt responsible for it. All she could tell was that it must have felt awful. Seeing the other two cats trying to sort herbs, Nightpaw felt the desire to help as well, but all the leaves on the den floor looked really similar to her. She noticed another of the blue berries that she'd squished earlier and saw that they, like the leaves were scattered, and began to use her paws to move them all into a nice little pile. "Are these all the same thing?" she asked quietly, hoping one of the medicine cats would answer.

Shinefang re-entered a heartbeat later, his jaws empty and his eye downcast as he looked at the three of them cleaning up his mess. He clenched his jaw, ashamed by the mess he'd made of things, and padded in. "Thanks, Junebug. I'm sorry. I lost my temper," he said quietly, too embarrassed to look at the apprentice." He walked up slowly to Daydream, and looked at the meager pile they had built. He stiffened a little as he saw the catmint and took a breath to calm himself. Memories of losing his mother to greencough made him want to hoard every leaf, but the fact is, he still had time to get more. "You can have more herbs than that if you need, Dreamer. Skyclan has a couple of good harvests yet before leafbare comes. Shadowclan doesn't," he said matter of factly. That's when he noticed the untreated gashes on the younger cat's skin. He took a paw and pushed aside a clump of fur the find a cut crusted over with dried blood. There were a few of these now that he was closer. "Are these from the Gathering?! Why haven't you treated them?"
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Juniperpaw looked over her shoulder at Nightpaw, an amused purr rumbling in her throat at the sight of the warrior apprentice who didn't seem to know what to do with herself. Abandoning the herbs sitting at the base of the herb store, the young feline padded over to Nightpaw, lowering her head to sniff at the bundle of messily-gathered herbs. An abundance of scents attacked her nose, and she noticed some curves and points and coloration in some leaves that weren't there in others. ``No, these are completely different leaves. See the edges of some of these? The colors, the points? Smell them? You could definitely argue that not all leaves are exactly the same, so rely feel free to rely on scent when ordering these. Just be careful not to let your nose stray.`` As Juniperpaw spoke, she was able to separate two herbs she found were different, though she was not aware of their names. One smelt different than the other, one of the leaves had a darker coloration, and one had edges to it where the other leaf was more rounded. [rounded: borage. edges: chervil]

As Shinefang entered the den, Juniperpaw glanced up at him, smiling warmly. ``Don't worry about it, Shinefang. It happens to the best of us,`` she meowed in what she hoped was a comforting tone. She sat on the other side of the bundle of herbs, opposite to Nightpaw, and helped to place each leaf and berry in their appropriate pile. That's when she heard Shinefang exclaim about the Gathering, causing Juniperpaw to whip around and find him picking at Daydream's pelt. She zoned in on the dried blood decorating the ShadowClan cat's pelt and she released a a high-pitched cry of concern. ``Daydream! What's happened?`` Worriedly, Juniperpaw joined Shinefang's side and hastily began sniffing at her friend's injury.

at the feeling of the two medcats picking and sniffing at their pet their fur rose in defense, batting them away softly before dragging their tongue over the dried up blood. ¨the scarce herbs that i have are going to be used on patients only.¨ they mewed, almost daring them to challenge their decision. there werent a lot, and with these that skyclan was giving them, would hopefully last them through the winter if daydream used them in proper amounts. ¨these injuries were from the gathering, i havent exactly had the time to treat..or clean myself since then.¨ verbally saying it, it sounded like they were a mess. their fur was clotted in some places from where dried blood laid, the most noticable thing were the large scratch marks along their throat. looking back at the gathering..well, honestly they didnt want to think about it. they looked at their paws for a moment, thinking of the harm they have given upon the syndicate fighter that had attacked them. they had taken out their eyes for christs sake. they shivered, bending down to their original spot to gather more healthy herbs for their pile, before going over and sniffing at the leaves nightpaw was messing with. ¨these are chervil leaves. theyre the ones i used to treat your wounds when you first arrived.¨ they explained briefly.

Empress Of Evil

December 2nd, 2017, 04:53 AM

Shinefang shrugged off the deputy's decline. "Guess my patients are going to be well fed then," he said. He could easily divvy up the large piece of prey and the cats who came to see him would leave with healing herbs on their wounds and full bellies. What a half-hearted praise from her: 'I'm sure you'll do great as as the clan's medicine cat'. It was the more obvious than cold in leafbare that she was being polite but not fond of his answer, it was the truth though. Skyclan had needed a medicine cat and he'd stepped up to help. What was so wrong with serving his clan? The clan that she would be leading some day? How dare he make sure there were still cats left to lead by the time she got there. What nerve he had! He swallowed the bit in his mouth, "Well, I was a great warrior. Figured I'd add this to my expanding list of things I'm great at. Maybe next I'll take up mossball." If she was going to serve him up a load of mousedung, it was only fair he gave it right back. He'd be genuine when she was genuine. Her happiness at being the deputy seemed real enough though, and he grunted in affirmation. "Skyclan is a great clan," he said simply. He could feel tension crackling between them, but what did she expect? Maybe she'd remember to be more sincere the next time she spoke to him. If he wanted insincerity, he'd ask a shecat if his fur looked nice today.

(Isn't he just delightful?)

Anyone who was good with emotions would be able to tell that there was doubt in her words. She wanted to sound like she had faith, but his reason just wasn't enough for her to genuinely feel like he would be the perfect fit for the job. Leaf-bare was approaching and she knew that she would have to be grateful for whatever help the clan was given, but it was harder for her then it sounded. Did she truly believe he'd do a good job? No. Was she trying to? Yes. At least she was trying. Hopefully the tom would prove her wrong though and be one of the finest medicine cat's amongst the clans.
"Maybe you should," Auroraflame said boldly. She could tell that there was a tension growing between them. She could tell that the tom didn't mean what he said, and he was starting to get onto her nerves, even though he hadn't said that much yet. She could tell that this conversation was going downhill. She unsheathed her claws and dug them into the dirt. He was starting to give her a little bit of attitude, so she might as well return the favour. She didn't like the way he was speaking to her, and he probably didn't like the way she was speaking either. Well, it was the kind of thing that she did. To treat others the way that they treated her.
"It is," she said curtly. Things had changed very quickly. They had both sensed the tension between them and they were both not liking it. And so, they were also reacting to it in the same way. This was the part where she put her wall up and did her best not to smile. That might be hard though, since she smiled very easily, even if she were sobbing or fuming, she would smile if something funny happened, though it could disappear just as quickly. She remove her claws from the dirt and quickly brushed the dirt off with her paws. She could clean them properly later. By now, the deputy probably should've left to avoid making things worse, but she stayed for some reason. Maybe it was because she wanted to hear what the tom had to say in response. Yes, that sounded accurate enough.

Charmer

December 2nd, 2017, 09:15 AM

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Juniperpaw looked over her shoulder at Nightpaw, an amused purr rumbling in her throat at the sight of the warrior apprentice who didn't seem to know what to do with herself. Abandoning the herbs sitting at the base of the herb store, the young feline padded over to Nightpaw, lowering her head to sniff at the bundle of messily-gathered herbs. An abundance of scents attacked her nose, and she noticed some curves and points and coloration in some leaves that weren't there in others. ``No, these are completely different leaves. See the edges of some of these? The colors, the points? Smell them? You could definitely argue that not all leaves are exactly the same, so rely feel free to rely on scent when ordering these. Just be careful not to let your nose stray.`` As Juniperpaw spoke, she was able to separate two herbs she found were different, though she was not aware of their names. One smelt different than the other, one of the leaves had a darker coloration, and one had edges to it where the other leaf was more rounded. [rounded: borage. edges: chervil]

As Shinefang entered the den, Juniperpaw glanced up at him, smiling warmly. ``Don't worry about it, Shinefang. It happens to the best of us,`` she meowed in what she hoped was a comforting tone. She sat on the other side of the bundle of herbs, opposite to Nightpaw, and helped to place each leaf and berry in their appropriate pile. That's when she heard Shinefang exclaim about the Gathering, causing Juniperpaw to whip around and find him picking at Daydream's pelt. She zoned in on the dried blood decorating the ShadowClan cat's pelt and she released a a high-pitched cry of concern. ``Daydream! What's happened?`` Worriedly, Juniperpaw joined Shinefang's side and hastily began sniffing at her friend's injury.

at the feeling of the two medcats picking and sniffing at their pet their fur rose in defense, batting them away softly before dragging their tongue over the dried up blood. ¨the scarce herbs that i have are going to be used on patients only.¨ they mewed, almost daring them to challenge their decision. there werent a lot, and with these that skyclan was giving them, would hopefully last them through the winter if daydream used them in proper amounts. ¨these injuries were from the gathering, i havent exactly had the time to treat..or clean myself since then.¨ verbally saying it, it sounded like they were a mess. their fur was clotted in some places from where dried blood laid, the most noticable thing were the large scratch marks along their throat. looking back at the gathering..well, honestly they didnt want to think about it. they looked at their paws for a moment, thinking of the harm they have given upon the syndicate fighter that had attacked them. they had taken out their eyes for christs sake. they shivered, bending down to their original spot to gather more healthy herbs for their pile, before going over and sniffing at the leaves nightpaw was messing with. ¨these are chervil leaves. theyre the ones i used to treat your wounds when you first arrived.¨ they explained briefly.

"Uh, oh! Right yes," Nightpaw said to Juniperpaw, leaning down to give the herbs a sniff. Sure enough some of them smelled very different. The ones with jagged edges smelled really sweet. And now that she was looking more closely, the rounded ones looked a little... hairy? Juniperpaw got everything sort nicely just as Shinefang said something about wounds on Daydream. She stiffened and looked over as Juniperpaw rushed over to help, but she could see the scratches from where she was as they moved aside the fur on their body, and her stomach lurched. How did I not see that? Before she could join the crowd around her friend, Daydream had batted them away and come to join her. They began to talk about the herbs in the piles, but Nightpaw barely heard it, she was so stunned by her utter failure to notice the now obvious wounds on the medicine cat.

As the Shadowclan medicine cat batted their paw at him and walked away, he gave a snort. He had a feeling cats didn't challenge Daydream often, and if they were expecting more of that then boy had they come to the wrong den. "Really? So what exactly was your plan if you got an infection and had no cat with any herb training at all to help you? I don't know if anyone properly explained this to you, but the leader is the one with nine lives, not the medicine cat. Use your sense dreamer. If you try to heal cats while your not healthy, you may think you're being noble, and saving cats, but you're actually just killing more in the long run." Shinefang glanced around the clearing floor and found a good sized burdock root. "Well you're getting treatment now, and you're getting a heaping helping of something stronger than chervil since I'm guessing you're not going to exactly be diligent about reapplying your poltice. Junebug, clean their wounds off. Especially those ones around their throat." Not only did those look especially bad, but the old tom wasn't sure Daydream would be able to reach them properly. "And you, whatever your name is," he said, looking right at Nightpaw, "Help Junebug. Do whatever she tells you." With that, the old tom sank his teeth into the burdock root and tore off a good sized piece to chew into a pulp.

"Ok!" Nightpaw said, the sudden command almost startling her into action as she quickly moved to Juniperpaw's side to help however she was told. She could hardly make sense of any of this medicine stuff, but if this cat said Daydream needed help, she'd help.

Charmer

December 2nd, 2017, 09:37 AM

Anyone who was good with emotions would be able to tell that there was doubt in her words. She wanted to sound like she had faith, but his reason just wasn't enough for her to genuinely feel like he would be the perfect fit for the job. Leaf-bare was approaching and she knew that she would have to be grateful for whatever help the clan was given, but it was harder for her then it sounded. Did she truly believe he'd do a good job? No. Was she trying to? Yes. At least she was trying. Hopefully the tom would prove her wrong though and be one of the finest medicine cat's amongst the clans.
"Maybe you should," Auroraflame said boldly. She could tell that there was a tension growing between them. She could tell that the tom didn't mean what he said, and he was starting to get onto her nerves, even though he hadn't said that much yet. She could tell that this conversation was going downhill. She unsheathed her claws and dug them into the dirt. He was starting to give her a little bit of attitude, so she might as well return the favour. She didn't like the way he was speaking to her, and he probably didn't like the way she was speaking either. Well, it was the kind of thing that she did. To treat others the way that they treated her.
"It is," she said curtly. Things had changed very quickly. They had both sensed the tension between them and they were both not liking it. And so, they were also reacting to it in the same way. This was the part where she put her wall up and did her best not to smile. That might be hard though, since she smiled very easily, even if she were sobbing or fuming, she would smile if something funny happened, though it could disappear just as quickly. She remove her claws from the dirt and quickly brushed the dirt off with her paws. She could clean them properly later. By now, the deputy probably should've left to avoid making things worse, but she stayed for some reason. Maybe it was because she wanted to hear what the tom had to say in response. Yes, that sounded accurate enough.

Shinefang had been a warrior first. He knew when another cat had their claws out. His eye darted down to see the black-furred shecat, claws digging into the earth of his den, then looked up at he and met her eyes with his one. A deputy clawing up an elderly medicine cat in his own den because he was rude to you? I'm sure that will go over great for you, he said on the inside as he stared her down. When she sheathed his claws, he hummed in agreement. It could have easily been his seconding her affirmation of Skyclan's greatness, but really it was his way of saying, 'that's what I thought. He was unsure why she was sticking around at this point. It was obvious this conversation had become a lot less friendly in the last few moments and normally that was enough to drive another cat off, but if she wanted to keep talking, he'd keep talking. "Enough about me and my budding mossball prowess, though. What's going on with Auroraflame? I'd like to hear a little more about you?" said the old tom, gently pushing the rest of the rabbit to the side and folding one forepaw over the other like a kit waiting to hear a nursery tail.

AbsurdJinx

December 2nd, 2017, 12:15 PM

graves

December 2nd, 2017, 01:05 PM

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Juniperpaw huffed in frustration as Daydream pulled away from both her an Shinefang. Sometimes, the ShadowClan cat can just be so irritating! ``Daydream-`` she began, abruptly trailing off as Shinefang took over. And then, like a shadow, Juniperpaw stood beside the elder feline, mimicking his actions. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head at Daydream, following Shinefang's gaze when he looked to the burdock root before looking back over at Daydream. She eyed the severe-looking injure stretched across her friend's throat, and wondered how they hadn't noticed earlier. Now that they were aware of it, it seemed so obvious. Juniperpaw felt guilty for not seeing it sooner. At Shinefang's demand, Juniperpaw straightened with purpose and meowed, ``Okay, Daydream, don't claw my ears off. I'm just following Shinefang's orders. Instead, claw what remains of his ears off.``

She neared the hot-tempered feline, looking over at Nightpaw and remembering that the warrior apprentice hadn't been introduced to Shinefang. While inspecting Daydream's neck and considering how to approach the situation Juniperpaw spoke, ``Oh! This is Nightpaw. Nightpaw, Shinefang; Shinefang, Nightpaw. Nightpaw came as Daydream's escort.`` Juniperpaw smirked at her words. It sounded like Daydream needed a guard to go everywhere. She remembered back before Geckoleaf disappeared - her mentor was so close to assigning Juniperpaw bodyguards. The thought amused her. ``Hey, Nightpaw, why don't you wash the wounds... er, everywhere else? See where the blood is clotted?`` The RiverClan she-cat directed her attention on Daydream. ``Daydream, without you, where will ShadowClan be? You worked so hard to get to where you are - don't let it be for nothing.``

In all honesty, Juniperpaw was a little disappointed in Daydream. Hadn't they thought of the options where infection kicked in or whatever and ShadowClan was left without a medicine cat? Who would heal those cats then? What about Geckoleaf, who worked so hard to help Daydream get where they are? And what about Shinefang and Juniperpaw? What would they do without their Daydream? Juniperpaw roughly batted Daydream's chin up, though she was careful to avoid the injury. Her eyes were narrowed and she frowned as a result of her disapproval, but she concentrated on the rather nasty wound across Daydream's throat. Juniperpaw wrinkled her nose in distaste as she began to tend to her friend's injury.

"Uh, oh! Right yes," Nightpaw said to Juniperpaw, leaning down to give the herbs a sniff. Sure enough some of them smelled very different. The ones with jagged edges smelled really sweet. And now that she was looking more closely, the rounded ones looked a little... hairy? Juniperpaw got everything sort nicely just as Shinefang said something about wounds on Daydream. She stiffened and looked over as Juniperpaw rushed over to help, but she could see the scratches from where she was as they moved aside the fur on their body, and her stomach lurched. How did I not see that? Before she could join the crowd around her friend, Daydream had batted them away and come to join her. They began to talk about the herbs in the piles, but Nightpaw barely heard it, she was so stunned by her utter failure to notice the now obvious wounds on the medicine cat.

As the Shadowclan medicine cat batted their paw at him and walked away, he gave a snort. He had a feeling cats didn't challenge Daydream often, and if they were expecting more of that then boy had they come to the wrong den. "Really? So what exactly was your plan if you got an infection and had no cat with any herb training at all to help you? I don't know if anyone properly explained this to you, but the leader is the one with nine lives, not the medicine cat. Use your sense dreamer. If you try to heal cats while your not healthy, you may think you're being noble, and saving cats, but you're actually just killing more in the long run." Shinefang glanced around the clearing floor and found a good sized burdock root. "Well you're getting treatment now, and you're getting a heaping helping of something stronger than chervil since I'm guessing you're not going to exactly be diligent about reapplying your poltice. Junebug, clean their wounds off. Especially those ones around their throat." Not only did those look especially bad, but the old tom wasn't sure Daydream would be able to reach them properly. "And you, whatever your name is," he said, looking right at Nightpaw, "Help Junebug. Do whatever she tells you." With that, the old tom sank his teeth into the burdock root and tore off a good sized piece to chew into a pulp.

"Ok!" Nightpaw said, the sudden command almost startling her into action as she quickly moved to Juniperpaw's side to help however she was told. She could hardly make sense of any of this medicine stuff, but if this cat said Daydream needed help, she'd help.
they were stubborn; but daydream wouldnt admit that. they didnt like to admit that they needed help, when others could do use so much more. ¨i was planning to see geckoleaf after this, thank you very much.¨ they mumbled under their breath, but even then, how much would they have let gecko treat them? [at this point in time, day does NOT know gecko is missing.] their eyes were in slits, gazing back just as fiercely to juniperpaw as she inspected their neck. they didnt like the feelings of being inspected and prodded at, attempting to shift their neck away. they didnt like to think that they were weak, that they had needs like any other cat. ¨when all of your herbs are destroyed, and you see cats dying at your paws from battle, you learn to pick and chose whats more important.¨ to daydream, they werent important. atleast; not compared to a queen who was recently kitting before they left, or the aprentice they had saved from the breath of death at seastones. or the countless warriors that had come in, battered and bleeding, needing something, yet daydream didnt have a lot to give. that, right there made them feel weak. so of course they would tend to other cats before their self. they knew geckoleaf would yell at them if she heard about this, them going back into their old habits of self sacrifice. they could be on their death bed and daydream would still some how manage to stand up and treat someone else. they felt slightly embarrassed; having three sets of eyes on them. their tail swayed in annoyance,¨i came here so i could have supplies to treat others, not a doctors appointment.¨

Charmer

December 2nd, 2017, 10:43 PM

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Juniperpaw huffed in frustration as Daydream pulled away from both her an Shinefang. Sometimes, the ShadowClan cat can just be so irritating! ``Daydream-`` she began, abruptly trailing off as Shinefang took over. And then, like a shadow, Juniperpaw stood beside the elder feline, mimicking his actions. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head at Daydream, following Shinefang's gaze when he looked to the burdock root before looking back over at Daydream. She eyed the severe-looking injure stretched across her friend's throat, and wondered how they hadn't noticed earlier. Now that they were aware of it, it seemed so obvious. Juniperpaw felt guilty for not seeing it sooner. At Shinefang's demand, Juniperpaw straightened with purpose and meowed, ``Okay, Daydream, don't claw my ears off. I'm just following Shinefang's orders. Instead, claw what remains of his ears off.``

She neared the hot-tempered feline, looking over at Nightpaw and remembering that the warrior apprentice hadn't been introduced to Shinefang. While inspecting Daydream's neck and considering how to approach the situation Juniperpaw spoke, ``Oh! This is Nightpaw. Nightpaw, Shinefang; Shinefang, Nightpaw. Nightpaw came as Daydream's escort.`` Juniperpaw smirked at her words. It sounded like Daydream needed a guard to go everywhere. She remembered back before Geckoleaf disappeared - her mentor was so close to assigning Juniperpaw bodyguards. The thought amused her. ``Hey, Nightpaw, why don't you wash the wounds... er, everywhere else? See where the blood is clotted?`` The RiverClan she-cat directed her attention on Daydream. ``Daydream, without you, where will ShadowClan be? You worked so hard to get to where you are - don't let it be for nothing.``

In all honesty, Juniperpaw was a little disappointed in Daydream. Hadn't they thought of the options where infection kicked in or whatever and ShadowClan was left without a medicine cat? Who would heal those cats then? What about Geckoleaf, who worked so hard to help Daydream get where they are? And what about Shinefang and Juniperpaw? What would they do without their Daydream? Juniperpaw roughly batted Daydream's chin up, though she was careful to avoid the injury. Her eyes were narrowed and she frowned as a result of her disapproval, but she concentrated on the rather nasty wound across Daydream's throat. Juniperpaw wrinkled her nose in distaste as she began to tend to her friend's injury.

they were stubborn; but daydream wouldnt admit that. they didnt like to admit that they needed help, when others could do use so much more. ¨i was planning to see geckoleaf after this, thank you very much.¨ they mumbled under their breath, but even then, how much would they have let gecko treat them? [at this point in time, day does NOT know gecko is missing.] their eyes were in slits, gazing back just as fiercely to juniperpaw as she inspected their neck. they didnt like the feelings of being inspected and prodded at, attempting to shift their neck away. they didnt like to think that they were weak, that they had needs like any other cat. ¨when all of your herbs are destroyed, and you see cats dying at your paws from battle, you learn to pick and chose whats more important.¨ to daydream, they werent important. atleast; not compared to a queen who was recently kitting before they left, or the aprentice they had saved from the breath of death at seastones. or the countless warriors that had come in, battered and bleeding, needing something, yet daydream didnt have a lot to give. that, right there made them feel weak. so of course they would tend to other cats before their self. they knew geckoleaf would yell at them if she heard about this, them going back into their old habits of self sacrifice. they could be on their death bed and daydream would still some how manage to stand up and treat someone else. they felt slightly embarrassed; having three sets of eyes on them. their tail swayed in annoyance,¨i came here so i could have supplies to treat others, not a doctors appointment.¨

"Yes, Juniperpaw," Nightpaw answered at once, giving Daydream an apologetic look before beginning to lick the wounds clean here and there as Juniperpaw inspected the worst of them. She was honestly happy to have another cat telling her what to do. It gave her less time to claw herself up over how stupid she must have been to miss all these wounds. Wasn't she supposed to be Daydream's friend? And escort too? Her entire job had been to keep them safe but she'd been too excited about the adventure.

Shinefang continued chewing on the root as the two shecat's worked, listened to the Shadowclan cat gripe. Once he had it into a nice pulp, he moved closer, licked the paste onto his paw. "Then you're bad at math. Here's a quick lesson: one dead or incapacitated medicine cat plus all the herbs in the forest, plus twenty sick cats equals twenty dead cats. I have no doubt you were trying to do the right thing, Daydream," Shinefang added, his voice more gentle now, "But you have to understand that if you neglect yourself too treat other cats, eventually it will catch up with you. Then there will be no one to help the cats you couldn't get to before your time ran out. And frankly, I don't care if you don't want the healing from me. I've already lost a cat today..." Shinefang said nothing more for a long moment as he sat there holding the pulped herbs, grief clouding his eye, "I'd appreciate it it if that was the last of the blood on my paws today." He gave the wounds on Daydream's neck a quick look and gave a quick, "Good work getting these clean, Junebug." He spared a nod for Nightpaw and held the herbs out to apply them to the wound, fully aware that he may in fact lose his remaining shreds of ear in the process.

Charmer

December 2nd, 2017, 11:28 PM

Charmer

(Sorry about not replying I didn't have internet for a few days)

Petalstorm padded into the medicine den, gruntin in pain. She settled down in the entrance. She winced as pain lanced through her wounds and she waited for Shinefang.

(it's alright. thank you for your patience. BTW, the name below is not a typo. He tends to misname cats. Something by accident, sometimes on purpose, it's kind of a crap shoot.)

Shinefang's ears perked up as he heard the sound of pained grunted coming from his den entrance. "Petalbreeze? what happened?" He said curiously as he padded over. As he got nearer he could smell fresh blood from the wounds. "Come on in and lie down in a nest already!" he said, flciking his tail to signal her to come in. "What did you go and do?"

The_10th_Doctor

December 3rd, 2017, 07:39 PM

(it's alright. thank you for your patience. BTW, the name below is not a typo. He tends to misname cats. Something by accident, sometimes on purpose, it's kind of a crap shoot.)

Shinefang's ears perked up as he heard the sound of pained grunted coming from his den entrance. "Petalbreeze? what happened?" He said curiously as he padded over. As he got nearer he could smell fresh blood from the wounds. "Come on in and lie down in a nest already!" he said, flciking his tail to signal her to come in. "What did you go and do?"

"First of all, it's Petalstorm, and I was wounded in the battle with the Dusk Syndicate. I can't tell if they're infected, but they reopened recently. It happened when I fell down a hill on patrol." she padded forward and lay down in a nest.

Charmer

December 4th, 2017, 08:50 PM

"First of all, it's Petalstorm, and I was wounded in the battle with the Dusk Syndicate. I can't tell if they're infected, but they reopened recently. It happened when I fell down a hill on patrol." she padded forward and lay down in a nest.

Battle wounds? Shinefang's shredded scraps of ears perked up at once. He padded over quickly and began sniffing the air around the warrior for any scent of infections. "Nothing too obvious," he muttered under his breath. So if she did have an infection, it wasn't bad. Yet. "Where does it hurt the most?" he asked the shecat. An infected wound was bound to hurt more than the others.

The_10th_Doctor

December 5th, 2017, 07:03 AM

Battle wounds? Shinefang's shredded scraps of ears perked up at once. He padded over quickly and began sniffing the air around the warrior for any scent of infections. "Nothing too obvious," he muttered under his breath. So if she did have an infection, it wasn't bad. Yet. "Where does it hurt the most?" he asked the shecat. An infected wound was bound to hurt more than the others.

Petalstorm winced as she shifted and held out her front left paw. "It hurts the most above my eye and there's a scratch in between my pad and my middle toes. It makes it hard to walk."

Charmer

December 5th, 2017, 08:47 PM

Petalstorm winced as she shifted and held out her front left paw. "It hurts the most above my eye and there's a scratch in between my pad and my middle toes. It makes it hard to walk."

Shinefang moved in closer, sniffing the area above the warrior's eye and breathing in the scent. What he smelled was faint, but it unmistakably the sickly sweet smell of the beginning of an infection. "I do not like how that smells, and I like where it is even less." Next the golden-furred tom bent his neck to sniff at the offending foot. "Your foot smells fine, but if you spend the day walking on it, that may change." Shinefang reached to his side and pulled out a long, frond-like branch and tore off a pawful of leaves. He chewed the leaves into a pulp and spat them into his paw. "This ought to sooth the stinging and it will prevent infection too. But I want you off warrior duty for two days to give that paw time to heal." The tom reached up with his paw to apply the herbs to the gash above her eye, but he found that he couldn't quite reach with his stiff shoulder. "Uh, do you mind?" he asked.

The_10th_Doctor

December 5th, 2017, 08:56 PM

Shinefang moved in closer, sniffing the area above the warrior's eye and breathing in the scent. What he smelled was faint, but it unmistakably the sickly sweet smell of the beginning of an infection. "I do not like how that smells, and I like where it is even less." Next the golden-furred tom bent his neck to sniff at the offending foot. "Your foot smells fine, but if you spend the day walking on it, that may change." Shinefang reached to his side and pulled out a long, frond-like branch and tore off a pawful of leaves. He chewed the leaves into a pulp and spat them into his paw. "This ought to sooth the stinging and it will prevent infection too. But I want you off warrior duty for two days to give that paw time to heal." The tom reached up with his paw to apply the herbs to the gash above her eye, but he found that he couldn't quite reach with his stiff shoulder. "Uh, do you mind?" he asked.

"Of course." she crouched down a little so Shinefang could reach the wound. She held her wounded paw off the dusty ground. "And I'll make sure to stay in the nursery for a few days as well. I'm not surprised you thought I was a full warrior. I just like to hunt or do something else when my kits are asleep."

Charmer

December 5th, 2017, 09:18 PM

"Of course." she crouched down a little so Shinefang could reach the wound. She held her wounded paw off the dusty ground. "And I'll make sure to stay in the nursery for a few days as well. I'm not surprised you thought I was a full warrior. I just like to hunt or do something else when my kits are asleep."

Shinefang began to apply the herb to her head, but paused when she mentioned she was a queen. "Oh. Sorry about that, Petalstorm," he said, getting her name right. "I guess I just assumed you were on patrol or something if you were out hunting. You know what they say about assuming." he. The old tom picked a couple more leaves and put them in front of the queen. "It'll be easier for you to apply those yourself. Just check them up and lick the pulp onto the wound between your toes." The medicine cat turned to his herb shelf to search for a thin cobweb to hold the poultice on her foot in place. "I'm surprised I didn't notice you in the nursery. I've been trying to visit daily since Skyclan has a couple of queens getting close to kitting. Then again, I miss half of what I see anyway," the old tom joked, referring to his lost eye. "How old are your kits, again?"

The_10th_Doctor

December 6th, 2017, 06:42 AM

Shinefang began to apply the herb to her head, but paused when she mentioned she was a queen. "Oh. Sorry about that, Petalstorm," he said, getting her name right. "I guess I just assumed you were on patrol or something if you were out hunting. You know what they say about assuming." he. The old tom picked a couple more leaves and put them in front of the queen. "It'll be easier for you to apply those yourself. Just check them up and lick the pulp onto the wound between your toes." The medicine cat turned to his herb shelf to search for a thin cobweb to hold the poultice on her foot in place. "I'm surprised I didn't notice you in the nursery. I've been trying to visit daily since Skyclan has a couple of queens getting close to kitting. Then again, I miss half of what I see anyway," the old tom joked, referring to his lost eye. "How old are your kits, again?"

Petalstorm chewed the leaves up into her wound and winced a little. It stung at first, but after a few seconds the pain melted away. She chuckled in amusement at the tom's joke. "My kits are four moons old. And don't worry about the assuming thing. I don't really mind."

Undercover

December 6th, 2017, 10:05 AM

Shinefang watched with a grimace as the kit got sick all over the moss. He was surprised to hear after the fit of vomiting that her stomach was still hurting. Normally if it was food-related, cats started to feel better as soon as the bad food was up. It could just be taking a minute, but the kit was obviously still in a lot of pain. "Uh..." Shinefang said stupidly, moving back to his herb store. What in Starclan's name is good for bellyache?! Did I honestly never see a cat get treated for it before? His roving orange eye fell on a yellow flower with lots of petals that looked a bit like a marigold. Tansy, he thought to himself, recognizing the plant. What was this for again? Not wanting to keep the kit waiting any longer, he snatched it off his shelf and bit a piece off of the large flower. He set the piece in front of the little shecat and pointed at it with his paw. "Let's give this a try," he suggested, trying to keep his voice friendly and confident in the hopes the little kit didn't realize he was just guessing.

(Tansy is for cough, so it shouldn't do much if anything.)
Purekit shivered turning away from the pile of vomit in front of her. Even the scent made her stomach churn. As Shinefang mumbled to himself, padding amount his herb stores, the small she-kit watched him with a dull blue gaze. After a moment, her tail gave a flick; the medicine cat set the tansy in front of her, and Purekit gave it a delicate sniff with her pick nose. Well, it didn't smell that bad. Lapping it up, she waited a few moments to see if the herbs were working. After a couple minutes, she shook her head. "It feels the same." She meowed, "maybe it will go away on its own..." she trailed off. It didn't hurt that bad anymore. Maybe she had just got the used to the ache.

Charmer

December 6th, 2017, 09:32 PM

Petalstorm chewed the leaves up into her wound and winced a little. It stung at first, but after a few seconds the pain melted away. She chuckled in amusement at the tom's joke. "My kits are four moons old. And don't worry about the assuming thing. I don't really mind."

"No point in offering you some borage leaves then. They're eating freshkill and pestering you about when they get to be apprentices by now," Shinefang remarked, whiskers twitching good naturedly. Not for the first time, the old tom wondered what it would have been like to get to watch his own kits grow up. While his mate was in the nursery with a swollen belly, and a tired but happy glow of expecting motherhood, he had wondered what it would be like to watch them make nests in the apprentice den, pick fleas off the elders, earn their warrior names. He's sure he would have been filled with enough pride to burst. But all of those happy moments had died along with his mate and kits. "What are their names again?" Shinefang asked, feeling a little more chatty than normal. Maybe it was nice to bask in just a little ray of life as a parent. Just for a minute.

Charmer

December 6th, 2017, 09:41 PM

Purekit shivered turning away from the pile of vomit in front of her. Even the scent made her stomach churn. As Shinefang mumbled to himself, padding amount his herb stores, the small she-kit watched him with a dull blue gaze. After a moment, her tail gave a flick; the medicine cat set the tansy in front of her, and Purekit gave it a delicate sniff with her pick nose. Well, it didn't smell that bad. Lapping it up, she waited a few moments to see if the herbs were working. After a couple minutes, she shook her head. "It feels the same." She meowed, "maybe it will go away on its own..." she trailed off. It didn't hurt that bad anymore. Maybe she had just got the used to the ache.

Shinefang blinked at the kit as his tail thumped softly against the den floor. "Maybe... have you had belly pain like this before?" he asked. The old tom raked his memory, digging for a something that might help him unravel this. Maybe none of his siblings had had trouble with bellyache before, but perhaps a cat had come in for it while he was in the medicine den once? Something? He heaved a sigh, "I'm sorry little kit. I wish you had a better medicine cat than me to help you. I'm still learning myself. How is your belly feeling now?"

Petalstorm purred with pride. "The gray tom with blue eyes is Crowkit, the gray and black tabby tom with amber eyes is Shadekit, and the very dark ginger she-cat, the one with the black tail and gold eyes, is Amberkit. I also have Cloudpaw, Icepaw, Frostpaw, and Pounce from my first litter. They're old enough to be warriors, but they just became apprentices."

"Oh right yes," said Shinefang, having no idea who any of those kits were. Maybe it was his age, but he felt like he used to be better at keeping up with the names of his clanmates. Maybe the clan had grown? Perhaps. But either way, he was going to blame age. "what caused them to get so far behind in their training?" he asked the queen, curiosity trumping his limited politeness.

The_10th_Doctor

December 7th, 2017, 07:08 AM

"No point in offering you some borage leaves then. They're eating freshkill and pestering you about when they get to be apprentices by now," Shinefang remarked, whiskers twitching good naturedly. Not for the first time, the old tom wondered what it would have been like to get to watch his own kits grow up. While his mate was in the nursery with a swollen belly, and a tired but happy glow of expecting motherhood, he had wondered what it would be like to watch them make nests in the apprentice den, pick fleas off the elders, earn their warrior names. He's sure he would have been filled with enough pride to burst. But all of those happy moments had died along with his mate and kits. "What are their names again?" Shinefang asked, feeling a little more chatty than normal. Maybe it was nice to bask in just a little ray of life as a parent. Just for a minute.

Petalstorm purred with pride. "The gray tom with blue eyes is Crowkit, the gray and black tabby tom with amber eyes is Shadekit, and the very dark ginger she-cat, the one with the black tail and gold eyes, is Amberkit. I also have Cloudpaw, Icepaw, Frostpaw, and Pounce from my first litter. They're old enough to be warriors, but they just became apprentices."

AbsurdJinx

December 7th, 2017, 05:58 PM

The_10th_Doctor

December 8th, 2017, 07:36 AM

Shinefang blinked at the kit as his tail thumped softly against the den floor. "Maybe... have you had belly pain like this before?" he asked. The old tom raked his memory, digging for a something that might help him unravel this. Maybe none of his siblings had had trouble with bellyache before, but perhaps a cat had come in for it while he was in the medicine den once? Something? He heaved a sigh, "I'm sorry little kit. I wish you had a better medicine cat than me to help you. I'm still learning myself. How is your belly feeling now?"

"Oh right yes," said Shinefang, having no idea who any of those kits were. Maybe it was his age, but he felt like he used to be better at keeping up with the names of his clanmates. Maybe the clan had grown? Perhaps. But either way, he was going to blame age. "what caused them to get so far behind in their training?" he asked the queen, curiosity trumping his limited politeness.

Petalstorm thought for a moment. "Well, Icepaw got injured by a falling tree when she turned six moons old, so that hindered her for a while, but she's getting better. And Frostpaw and Cloudpaw didn't want to start until their sister was at least fit enough to train. Cloudpaw had to start earlier despite her wishes. I can't exactly remember why though."

Charmer

December 8th, 2017, 05:31 PM

Petalstorm thought for a moment. "Well, Icepaw got injured by a falling tree when she turned six moons old, so that hindered her for a while, but she's getting better. And Frostpaw and Cloudpaw didn't want to start until their sister was at least fit enough to train. Cloudpaw had to start earlier despite her wishes. I can't exactly remember why though."

"Ah, I see," Shinefang said, taking down and small strand of cobwebs to wrap the shecats' paw. Just enough to make it easier to hold the poultice in place. "There you go," he said as he wrapped the web around her paw. You should be all set, but send for me if there's any trouble. And remember, two days off that paw," he reminded her.

graves

December 9th, 2017, 09:26 AM

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Juniperpaw froze briefly at the mention of loss, remembering the young kit and old she-cat that she'd had to end the misery of. She remembered the heartbreaking expressions on the family members' faces as they begged her for another solution. Unfortunately, Juniperpaw did not have the knowledge - beyond deathberries, of course - to save her own clanmates from death. She had failed at her duty as a medicine cat which brought her to doubt her role in her own clan. After all, whats the difference between a knowledge-lacking medicine cat and no medicine cat? Either way, nobody can treat anyone. But, hearing Shinefang gently yet firmly scold Daydream, Juniperpaw knew she'd have to endure the great loss that came with the role of medicine cat. She intended to look at the brighter side... eventually, when she could actually help cats instead of letting them die at her own paws.

She pulled away slightly to observe Nightpaw's work, brightening in approval at the sight and flashing the warrior apprentice an encouraging smile. Juniperpaw, despite feeling great amounts of pain mentally, could always be counted on to remain cheery for others. Looking to Shinefang to see where he was, she discovered he was already approaching her with prepared herbs. Juniperpaw stepped out of the older tom's way, joining Nightpaw's side and nudging the other apprentice to indicate that she could stop now. The wounds looked well-cared for. ``Good job, Nightpaw, you're practically a medicine cat yourself!`` Juniperpaw teased, flicking Nightpaw's side with her tail.

She then directed her attention to Shinefang's work. ``Burdock root, right? It's supposed to prevent infection, I think. Daydream showed me it back when they were in RiverClan, during the flood.`` Juniperpaw knew a few herbs, such as burdock root and tansy and, of course, the basics like cobwebs and poppy seeds. And, yes, she knew all about the berries whose name were in her own name, juniper berries.

"Yes, Juniperpaw," Nightpaw answered at once, giving Daydream an apologetic look before beginning to lick the wounds clean here and there as Juniperpaw inspected the worst of them. She was honestly happy to have another cat telling her what to do. It gave her less time to claw herself up over how stupid she must have been to miss all these wounds. Wasn't she supposed to be Daydream's friend? And escort too? Her entire job had been to keep them safe but she'd been too excited about the adventure.

Shinefang continued chewing on the root as the two shecat's worked, listened to the Shadowclan cat gripe. Once he had it into a nice pulp, he moved closer, licked the paste onto his paw. "Then you're bad at math. Here's a quick lesson: one dead or incapacitated medicine cat plus all the herbs in the forest, plus twenty sick cats equals twenty dead cats. I have no doubt you were trying to do the right thing, Daydream," Shinefang added, his voice more gentle now, "But you have to understand that if you neglect yourself too treat other cats, eventually it will catch up with you. Then there will be no one to help the cats you couldn't get to before your time ran out. And frankly, I don't care if you don't want the healing from me. I've already lost a cat today..." Shinefang said nothing more for a long moment as he sat there holding the pulped herbs, grief clouding his eye, "I'd appreciate it it if that was the last of the blood on my paws today." He gave the wounds on Daydream's neck a quick look and gave a quick, "Good work getting these clean, Junebug." He spared a nod for Nightpaw and held the herbs out to apply them to the wound, fully aware that he may in fact lose his remaining shreds of ear in the process.
the glare daydream was giving shinefang were as if he were an enemy,tail lashing from side to side. they knew he was right, they knew that juniper were right, but they just couldnt admit that. they never liked to admit that they needed help, it just wasnt in their vocabulary. despite their aggressive attitude, they stood still obediently, raising their head slightly so shinefang could take a better look at their neck wounds. they knew geckoleaf would scold them for doing something like this, going back to their old ways and not caring for themself, but they couldnt help it, there were so many cats that needed help, that it was hard to focus. but daydream stayed quiet, because they knew they were in the wrong. they old let out small hisses here and there when feeling herbs pressed into their wounds. ¨burdock roots are good to sooth the wound, dried oak leaves are good to prevent-¨ they paused, letting out a small hiss as more herb were placed on them,¨infection. dock is also good for that aswel.¨ they explained, they wanted to be of some use in the moment.

The_10th_Doctor

December 9th, 2017, 10:19 AM

"Ah, I see," Shinefang said, taking down and small strand of cobwebs to wrap the shecats' paw. Just enough to make it easier to hold the poultice in place. "There you go," he said as he wrapped the web around her paw. You should be all set, but send for me if there's any trouble. And remember, two days off that paw," he reminded her.

Petalstorm dipped her head "Of course, Shinefang. I'll make sure to head straight here if it get's worse."

Charmer

December 9th, 2017, 05:19 PM

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Juniperpaw froze briefly at the mention of loss, remembering the young kit and old she-cat that she'd had to end the misery of. She remembered the heartbreaking expressions on the family members' faces as they begged her for another solution. Unfortunately, Juniperpaw did not have the knowledge - beyond deathberries, of course - to save her own clanmates from death. She had failed at her duty as a medicine cat which brought her to doubt her role in her own clan. After all, whats the difference between a knowledge-lacking medicine cat and no medicine cat? Either way, nobody can treat anyone. But, hearing Shinefang gently yet firmly scold Daydream, Juniperpaw knew she'd have to endure the great loss that came with the role of medicine cat. She intended to look at the brighter side... eventually, when she could actually help cats instead of letting them die at her own paws.

She pulled away slightly to observe Nightpaw's work, brightening in approval at the sight and flashing the warrior apprentice an encouraging smile. Juniperpaw, despite feeling great amounts of pain mentally, could always be counted on to remain cheery for others. Looking to Shinefang to see where he was, she discovered he was already approaching her with prepared herbs. Juniperpaw stepped out of the older tom's way, joining Nightpaw's side and nudging the other apprentice to indicate that she could stop now. The wounds looked well-cared for. ``Good job, Nightpaw, you're practically a medicine cat yourself!`` Juniperpaw teased, flicking Nightpaw's side with her tail.

She then directed her attention to Shinefang's work. ``Burdock root, right? It's supposed to prevent infection, I think. Daydream showed me it back when they were in RiverClan, during the flood.`` Juniperpaw knew a few herbs, such as burdock root and tansy and, of course, the basics like cobwebs and poppy seeds. And, yes, she knew all about the berries whose name were in her own name, juniper berries.

the glare daydream was giving shinefang were as if he were an enemy,tail lashing from side to side. they knew he was right, they knew that juniper were right, but they just couldnt admit that. they never liked to admit that they needed help, it just wasnt in their vocabulary. despite their aggressive attitude, they stood still obediently, raising their head slightly so shinefang could take a better look at their neck wounds. they knew geckoleaf would scold them for doing something like this, going back to their old ways and not caring for themself, but they couldnt help it, there were so many cats that needed help, that it was hard to focus. but daydream stayed quiet, because they knew they were in the wrong. they old let out small hisses here and there when feeling herbs pressed into their wounds. ¨burdock roots are good to sooth the wound, dried oak leaves are good to prevent-¨ they paused, letting out a small hiss as more herb were placed on them,¨infection. dock is also good for that aswel.¨ they explained, they wanted to be of some use in the moment.

Nightpaw mrrowed softly with laughter as Juniperpaw praised her work cleaning the injuries. "Ah thanks," she said, echoing the teasing manner in which the Riverclan cat had praised her. But on the inside, she was beaming after the compliment and ecstatic that she'd been able to help Daydream in some way.

"Close Junebug. It won't just prevent infections. It cures them too. When I was a new warrior, my brother Yellowfoot thought it would be a good idea to meddle with a rats nest in an abandoned twoleg place in our old territory. The mousebrain got himself bitten by a rat. Ever seen the inside of a rat's mouth? They're filthy creatures. The medicine cat at the time treated him with burdock root when he didn't go to get the wound checked right away and spiked a fever. If it can handle infections from rat bites, it won't so much as let an infection get near Daydream. When Shinefang glanced up at the Shadowclan medicine cat's face, the younger cat was seething with hatred. Truth be told, Shinefang didn't like to be told what to do either, and he might have felt the same hostility if her were in their paws. But there was no way he was telling them that. "Bite me, and I'll bite back," he warned in a low murmur.

"What did you say?" Nightpaw said, getting to her feet. The black shecat's tail gave a lash as she looked at the Skyclan medicine cat in a way that wasn't exactly angry, but more like surprise that was just beginning to bud into anger.

"Stand down," Shinefang ordered, his voice slipping seamlessly into that of a patrol leader commanding the respect of the warriors he led. "Do I look like I'm in any shape for a brawl?"

Nightpaw looked at Daydream, her tail still twitching with agitation as if unsure what she should be doing. But ultimately, she didn't move. The old tom was trying to help. She just didn't like him talking to Daydream like that.

As he continued to apply the herb, the Shadowclan cat began listing herbs to help with wounds. "Mmmhmm," he said, a little pleased with himself when he noticed he knew all of those. Treating wounds was one area he was very well versed in. But he suspected that the herb lists were not so much for his benefit as Daydream's. The Shadowclan cat had already had to be told what to do, which he suspected they didn't like, and scolded, which no cat liked. "What's good for bellyache?" he asked. "I had a kit in here a couple of nights ago complaining of one but couldn't for the life of me figure out how to help. I thought she'd eaten bad freshkill so I gave her yarrow to make her vomit. Then I tried giving her a couple of petals from a yellow flower up on my shelf there. I don't think that did anything." Having finished with the herbs, the Skyclan tom backed up. "Alright, you're all finished. You can have Geckoleaf check you out when you drop off Junebug though if you'd fee better with more practiced paws doublechecking my work."

Charmer

December 9th, 2017, 05:22 PM

Petalstorm dipped her head "Of course, Shinefang. I'll make sure to head straight here if it get's worse."

Shinefang nodded, "Good. It always makes my job easier when cats listen to me. Now go get some rest," he said.

The_10th_Doctor

December 9th, 2017, 09:59 PM

Shinefang nodded, "Good. It always makes my job easier when cats listen to me. Now go get some rest," he said.

"Okay. Thanks, Shinefang!" Petalstorm called out as she exited the den.

Charmer

December 10th, 2017, 06:39 PM

Role

December 10th, 2017, 07:34 PM

Shinefang watched Petalstorm go on her way, then took a much needed deep breath. When he took on the role of Skyclan's medicine cat, he thought it would be less work than running around on patrols as a warrior. But there was never a dull moment in his den. Now that he had a second, it was time to check in with Oakpaw again. The young apprentice had now spent the last several nights in his den, and each day he checked on her to see how her sensation and mobility in her wounded foreleg was doing. "Oakpaw, let's check on that leg again," the scarred old tom said, shuffling over toward the apprentice.
Oakpaw had been awake for a while, watching his routines. The day was full of energy for the old tom, but for Oakpaw it wasn't. Sure, watching all of this was fun, but her legs ached in longing to walk. Oakpaw looked down at her paw. She felt positive she could learn to walk again. Oakpaw's gaze flicked up as a raspy voice spoke to her. "Okay," she agreed. Knowing the usual routine by now, Oakpaw continued to speak. "It feels good. I think I can feel more on my shoulder now, and I can move my leg a bit today." With that, Oakpaw pushed herself onto her haunches in a sitting up position. Eyes gleaming, she was ready to make her proposal. "That being said.. can I try to walk today? Pleeeeaaaase?"

Charmer

December 10th, 2017, 07:44 PM

Oakpaw had been awake for a while, watching his routines. The day was full of energy for the old tom, but for Oakpaw it wasn't. Sure, watching all of this was fun, but her legs ached in longing to walk. Oakpaw looked down at her paw. She felt positive she could learn to walk again. Oakpaw's gaze flicked up as a raspy voice spoke to her. "Okay," she agreed. Knowing the usual routine by now, Oakpaw continued to speak. "It feels good. I think I can feel more on my shoulder now, and I can move my leg a bit today." With that, Oakpaw pushed herself onto her haunches in a sitting up position. Eyes gleaming, she was ready to make her proposal. "That being said.. can I try to walk today? Pleeeeaaaase?"

Shinefang's shredded ear gave a twitch as he thoughtfully looked back at the younger cat. As he'd hoped many of her symptoms were improving with time. Which was fortunate because herbs had stopped being useful. There was no danger of infection and no bleeding. If there was an herb that would be helpful, Shinefang didn't know it. "That depends. Can you stand?" he asked Oakpaw as he dropped onto his haunches, tail thumping the ground in anticipation as he waited to see if the apprentice would be able to do that much. He understood her desire to be out and about. Frankly, he wanted that to if for no other reason than to have his den back! But if she couldn't stand up, how was she supposed to walk? "Let's see it."

Role

December 10th, 2017, 08:06 PM

Shinefang's shredded ear gave a twitch as he thoughtfully looked back at the younger cat. As he'd hoped many of her symptoms were improving with time. Which was fortunate because herbs had stopped being useful. There was no danger of infection and no bleeding. If there was an herb that would be helpful, Shinefang didn't know it. "That depends. Can you stand?" he asked Oakpaw as he dropped onto his haunches, tail thumping the ground in anticipation as he waited to see if the apprentice would be able to do that much. He understood her desire to be out and about. Frankly, he wanted that to if for no other reason than to have his den back! But if she couldn't stand up, how was she supposed to walk? "Let's see it."
Oakpaw frowned. Could she stand? Time to find out! The tabby she-cat forced herself up, stumbling a bit. When she gained her balance, Oakpaw's hope flared. I'm standing! I'm stand-" Her yowl of triumph was cut off as she swayed to one side and fell. But her hope didn't falter. "Did you see that, Shinefang?" Oakpaw rolled onto her belly and sat up once more. Her eyes shone with joy, and her smile was no different. Joyous and giddy.

(Short sorry!)

Charmer

December 10th, 2017, 08:25 PM

Oakpaw frowned. Could she stand? Time to find out! The tabby she-cat forced herself up, stumbling a bit. When she gained her balance, Oakpaw's hope flared. I'm standing! I'm stand-" Her yowl of triumph was cut off as she swayed to one side and fell. But her hope didn't falter. "Did you see that, Shinefang?" Oakpaw rolled onto her belly and sat up once more. Her eyes shone with joy, and her smile was no different. Joyous and giddy.

(Short sorry!)

(You're fine)

Shinefang's watched as the shecat shakily got to her feet. Sure enough she stood, at least for a moment before her paw buckled. The tom managed to get to his feet when he saw her topple, but wasn't nearly fast enough to catch her. He cursed his tired old body just be he heard her rapturously ask if he'd seen her moment of triumph. "I sure did," he said, moving toward her to prod her with his nose. "Let me see that again, only this time, instead of putting all the weight on your injured foot equally, try angling your leg like this," he said, splaying his right foreleg a little to the side, "And keep more of your weight on the larger part of your pad." Every time the medicine cat had see her fall, it had gone the same way: The small part of her foot that should be help stable by smaller bones would fold and throw her off balance. So what would happen if she shifted her weight in such a way that the small bones didn't have to hold her up?

Role

December 11th, 2017, 09:03 PM

(You're fine)

Shinefang's watched as the shecat shakily got to her feet. Sure enough she stood, at least for a moment before her paw buckled. The tom managed to get to his feet when he saw her topple, but wasn't nearly fast enough to catch her. He cursed his tired old body just be he heard her rapturously ask if he'd seen her moment of triumph. "I sure did," he said, moving toward her to prod her with his nose. "Let me see that again, only this time, instead of putting all the weight on your injured foot equally, try angling your leg like this," he said, splaying his right foreleg a little to the side, "And keep more of your weight on the larger part of your pad." Every time the medicine cat had see her fall, it had gone the same way: The small part of her foot that should be help stable by smaller bones would fold and throw her off balance. So what would happen if she shifted her weight in such a way that the small bones didn't have to hold her up?
(A bit late! Woops! But im back ^^)

Oakpaw felt a purr rumble in her throat at Shinefang's nose bump. She flicked her ears forward and stared intently at the old tom as he instructed her. She nodded, and once more began to rise to her feet. Her joints gave a satisying, silent pop as they stretched once more. It felt good to not have them folded up once again. Oakpaw blinked as she began to sway, but then she remembered what Shinefang had said. Oakpaw lifted her twisted paw, and put more weight on her uninjured side. Oakpaw's yellow eyes lit up as she successfully stood with only a little bit of unsteadiness. Oakpaw looked up at Shinefang, grinning with joy. Getting a bit ahead of herself, the molly took a step forward. Oakpaw then felt herself sway more, but this time she caught herself before she hit the ground. Her legs pushed up, and once more she was standing. This time, she was one paw ahead.