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Originally Posted by Charmer
(I'm gonna have Shinefang pull a Yellowfang here).
"Eight lives," Shinefang corrected the leader. "A medicine cat always knows," the old tom added with a mischievous smirk. "Not to worry, I won't say a word. Leaders often like to keep that number to themselves. It's only natural. But you should really trust your medicine cat more." Shinefang clicked his tongue as he parted Grousestar's fur on his chest and flank, taking a good look at them. "No wonder they hurt. They're bright red." He looked at the other scrapes the leader had mentioned and gave a nod. The rest don't look so bad, but those big ones look like they're wanting to get infected. Shinefang reached for a stalky looking herb. Horsetail. He'd only seen it used a couple of time, but knew it was for infection. Though he couldn't quite remember... had the old medicine cat chewed it up? it looked a little too thick for that. Sighing, he put the herb down and picked up a marigold leaf instead and chewed it up. He knew that was right at least. He spat the pulp in his paw and rubbed it one the leader's wounds. "Nope. Skyclan got pretty lucky all things considered. Some scratches and bites of course, but nothing major. Shame about Wheatfur though. He barely get to teach me anything about herbs before the gathering, and he's gone now" Having finished applying the marigold, the medicine cat reached for the dock next, biting one of the thick leaves in half to dab the juices on the leader's wounds. "This ought to sooth the little ones," he said as he worked, "But you'll need to have the marigold reapplied at least twice a day until the redness goes down." Having finished his work, Shinefang stepped back to look at the leader. "During the gathering, some older Dusk Syndicate cat got me good and then ran off saying he was going to attack you. Did you end up seeing him?" He asked, curious if the old tom had made good on his threat. Well, actually his threat had been to kill Grousestar, so obviously not.
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"Wh-" To say in the least, the leader was caught off guard by Shinefang's correction, the tip of his tail quivering a bit in uneasiness. Does everyone know? And then the medicine cat went on to mention that the medicine cat always knows, causing him to relax a bit and place a rather sheepish smile on his muzzle. "Right, I... Apologize, just a habit to try and keep that information concealed. I don't want cats to worry, even though it's just one life lost they might grow fearful."
Grousestar fell quiet as Shinefang went about examining the wounds he had mentioned, unable to stop himself from flinching when he went to part the fur from the wounds, just barely able to conceal a small grimace of pain. To say in the least, they had made his morning walk a little less enjoyable. "I'm assuming that's a bad thing, huh?" A slight frown touched his muzzle as he glanced to look down at the one on his chest. An angry red wound was never a good wound and even the leader knew that. But he had faith that Shinefang knew what he was doing, even if he hadn't gotten much direct training from another medicine cat. Sitting still as the marigold was applied, he did pretty good in not flinching away this time since he mostly expected it; the leader focusing his gaze elsewhere to try and take his mind off of it. "Good to hear there weren't any terrible injuries on our side, but what about Wheatfur? He's...?" Turning his emerald gaze back to the medicine cat, a look of sadness crossed his face. "That's terrible. I'm sorry to hear of his passing." He hadn't really gotten to know the medicine cat, or any of the others to be perfectly honest, but he remembered seeing him at the gatherings with the others and Grousestar was never really happy to hear of a cats death. Unless of course, it was a cat that caused harm to any of his clan, but that's a different story.
"Understood." Purred out the leader with a nod when he was instructed that the marigold would need to be reapplied at least twice a day until the redness of his two wounds went down. He was nearly ready to settle back down in his nest when Shinefang's question caused him to pause and tilt his head. "Hm? Older Syndicate cat?" Glancing away, he had to think about it. There had been several cats he had fought before he slowly nodded and looked back at the medicine cat. "I believe there was an older tom that came up trying to fight.. Though he didn't really put up much of a fight. Much too old, too tired and too frail to be on the battle field if you ask me, but then again perhaps he was tuckered out from fighting others beforehand."