[goddess of ducks]

[QUOTE=Brooklyn Trees;128520]

Originally Posted by Nighty

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.