| Lightningpaw |
Lightningpaw's trust in the burnet doing its job was beginning to fade. Milkpaw's cough was persistent, and his breathing didn't seem to be getting any better no matter how much she upped the dosage. At her wits end, the medicine cat apprentice decided to take a step back and look at it from a different perspective. Perhaps it was an infection? She could ask him if he was in pain while it hurt? Would dandelions help in that regard? Actively eating them? She had never seen Cowtuft use dandelions as an ingested medication... perhaps she should ask her mentor about it, just to be sure. Last thing she needed was to accidentally poison the cream tom with a reckless decision. It wasn't her life on the line here, after all!
Paws restless as they were, the lithe calico left her den, her paws automatically walking towards the apprentices' den in turn. Hmm... she seemed to have been thinking about the green eyed apprentice so much her feet had decided to take her to his sleeping quarters. Well... now that she was here, she supposed she might as well check up on him. If nothing else, he was always rather nice to talk to. Mind made up, Lightningpaw rushed in, her nose wrinkling as soon as she placed her first paw in.
Infection. Lightningpaw was familiar with its scent. It had tortured her. Taunted her in her nightmares for so long now. What had she been? Two moons old? One moon... maybe. She always had a penchant for getting into trouble. Her nose getting stuck where it didn't belong. That's why she had been in the warriors' den that day. With Featherfoot... covering the stench that reeked so similarly to
this.
Heartbeat accelerating, Lightningpaw struggled momentarily, thinking her nightmares had somehow followed her here. To the waking world. Except... she was certain that could not be the case. Which meant... someone else was doing the same thing. Someone was repeating history. Allowing themselves to remain wounded with injuries that festered and ate away at their health until there was nothing but an empty husk left. No. She would not allow it. It was strictly forbidden. No one else would die a lonely, aching death over being too bloody stubborn to go see Cowtuft at the medicine cats' den. Not on her watch!
Following her nose, the abyssinian mix soon found the culprit. An aptly named small calico tom she wasn't very familiar with but could easily recognized by face and name. Smallpaw. And he was... not looking very well. Not looking very well at all! Why would he do this?! He must be miserable! Surely he could tell that there was something wrong with him? You didn't need training to smell that infection! And nobody had come forward to help?! Again! Noses had to be more clogged up with smoke than she thought. Either that or these apprentices seriously needed to get their heads out of their arses!
Bristling with a mixture of trepidation and anger, Lightningpaw swiftly made her way towards Smallpaw's side, sniffing him over before speaking.
"You and I are going to have words later, but first... can you move, or do I need to bring Cowtuft here? You need help, now!" Despite the harsh bluntness of her words, her voice was dripping with worry, almond shaped eyes carefully taking in every aspect of the apprentice's wounds. Committing them to memory, trying to start a plan of treatments in her mind with what precious, small amount of herbs they had.
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Small [Smallpaw]
| Mentioning you here, ghostie, so you can see what is going on! Lightning will be getting Small to Cow or Cow to Small in the next post. 
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