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Originally Posted by Alchemist Kitsune (Post 1447710) https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=39184 | Lightningpaw | Flock Together [Tier 1] - Inactive Lightningpaw's nose quickly wrinkled at the mention of ShadowClan. Her only interaction with the felines had been... less than stellar. As far as the young calico was concerned, this new apprentice was lucky to have gotten out of that confrontation with her life. Unless luck had nothing to do with it, of course. She could simply be that skilled. She seemed on the older side, in any case. Something further confirmed by Twilightstar's affirmation that she'd vanished before Cowtuft's time, even... and Cowtuft was old. Well... older than her, in any case. Hailpaw's movements were stiff. Reluctant. As if she were uncomfortable in her own skin. Fair, if she were to be honest. She looked worse for the wear... a genuine problem considering their herb stocks were still nowhere nearly as plentiful as they had once been. Maybe she would be able to convince Twilightstar to let her go out on her own. Only for herb foraging, of course. But... herbs were necessary all the same, and patrols had been sincerely lacking in their ability to bring back anything of late. Large ears perking up as she suppressed a wince - the nickname had been used against her last night... her nightmares getting worse lately - Lightningpaw nodded as Cowtuft spoke to her, offering a confident smirk. It was best to not show any doubt in front of an already hesitant patient as far as her - admittedly - limited experience went. She found a healthy sprinkling of cheek tended to at the very least humor the wounded, or annoy them to the point where their injuries seemed to pale as the glared at her. Either option worked wonderfully in the oriental mix's eyes. "On it," she mewed, twitching her tail lightly as she excused herself, rushing towards the herb storage in search for the necessary supplies. Methodically, Lightningpaw went through the herbs, making a mental note of the potential use for each one as she gathered them. She found that it helped in her studies and to further memorize the healing tools at their disposal the more she tried to anticipate Cowtuft's uses for them. One marigold. Obviously meant to be made into a poultice for Hailpaw's wounds. In her state, infection needed to be staved off as best as they could manage. Poppy seeds? Pain. Her mentor had said it himself. Those looked like whoever had inflicted them had packed a wallop per strike. The stick confused her for a moment, bringing her pause until she remembered the kit they'd tended to recently. Mintkit. Glows leg had been straightened with some sticks, had it not? She should probably check up on glow soon. No visit from glows mom was probably a good sign, but still... Finally, the sheet of moss. She'd become pretty familiar with this, experimenting with damp sheets of the plant during the fire in an attempt to ease the burns of those worse off while they padded away from the fire. Obviously not the use here, but with a lack of cobwebs, she assumed this would have to make for a substitute. Mouth full with herbs to almost her full capacity, she headed back towards the entrance chamber, her pace slower now as she made sure to not drop anything along the way. Lowering the materials before her mentor, she nodded, her tail giving a small twitch. The fact that there was a wounded cat did deter her from fully exploding with giddiness at the prospect of gaining more knowledge, but it was hard to curb her insatiable thirst for such. Had always been, ever since she was a kit. "Here we are. We'll definitely need to do a herb patrol later. You know Tufty... if you are busy... I could always go out later and gather some essentials. For emergencies, 'course," she offered, her gaze shifting between Cowtuft and Twilightstar as she did her best to give each a sweetly innocent look. Technically wasn't a lie. That she would love a bit more freedom to move around the territory without a bloody kit sitter all the time was neither here nor there now, really. For the most part. About fifty fifty. Honest. Look... she was almost four seasons old. Surely it would be fine, right? - @Moonraven [Twilightstar] | @x ghostie [Cowtuft] | @Estelle [Hailpaw]

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Originally Posted by x ghostie (Post 1448964) https://i.postimg.cc/KYYZCHNy/cowtuf...t-toyhouse.png 「☆」 THE GENTLE GIANT 「☆」 ╰► COWTUFT he | him ★ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears + scar over his neck, burned hindleg, x-scar marks on shoulders; left green eye and right blue eye ★ ೃ⁀➷ @TheVillianKing @Alchemist Kitsune A smile flashed across Cowtuft's face at Lightningpaw's tone of fake innocence. "Thank ya little Bumblebee, " He purred, letting Sheepgrowl's accent appear in his voice - emphasizing it to a dramatic point that it was quite silly. He let out a chuckle of his own, shaking his head back and forth. Ooh, how he found their banter amusing. It was only when Rockshard's voice broke through the air that the smile on his face softened into something tinged with sadness and confusion. Cowtuft was about to speak when Lightningpaw beat him to it. He let the younger speak first, listening to her words carefully. Pride shone in his heterochromia eyes. Well. He didn't want brag, but the medicine cat felt like he had to be doing at least a decent job for Lightningpaw to end up so wonderful. Really, if she was his replacement .. It was sad, but Cowtuft was starting to accept it. "Of course we will, " Cowtuft replied with a firm nod. He turned towards Rockshard. "I've been a medicine cat.. for many moons, dear.. There is not a doubt in my head that Halfpaw will not reach it to warriorship. He'll face.. a few difficulties.. when it comes to breathing but he will be able to overcome... I assure you.." The gentle giant said confidently. ─────✰✰✰✰✰───── ೃ⁀➷ @Light000 @Alchemist Kitsune || psst, if you could mention me where leafpelt is that would be much appreciate ! The medicine cat had been slumbering within his chambers. His snout tucked under his feathery tail and quiet snores that escaped him. Last night had been rough that he was grateful for the chance to rest. And then someone was mewing with fear shaking their voice. Cowtuft eyes snapped open, shoving himself upright. Sleepiness plagued his thoughts but muscle memory had been built into him. The sounds of crashing could be heard as Cowtuft pulled himself to the front of the den. A long warbling noise fell from his lips, shaking his head back and forth with despair. By the time Cowtuft reached the front there was Lightningpaw. She had been calling to him, though admittedly adrenaline was running through his body. He nodded his head quickly, turning to look at Minkkit. Claw wounds across glows chest and glows back. Deep, bleeding. Are there anymore? (Something happened, what? Predator? Where was Leafpelt?) Border of camp. His eyebrows furrowed close together, where was that? Territory? He gave a small nod, "Thank .. you Minkkit. You are so strong.. Please, hold onto that strength.." Cowtuft turned to look towards Lightningpaw. This little one would have to be in paws. He trusted her training enough. "Marigold. Dandelion. Cobwebs. Smash a poppy seed. Half. Situate glow with a Queen and then if I am not back, come and help. Bring a warrior, " He said swiftly before disappearing into his storage. If Leafpelt wasn't here, she likely had worse wounds. (Protected Minkkit?) Cowtuft cursed at their pitiful collection of herbs. After most of his herb patrols had failed they were critically low. He looked and grabbed a poppy flower, moss, cobwebs, mushrooms, and marigold. After he gathered them together, Cowtuft was darting out of the herb storage. Pain flashed in his eyes, paws clumsily stepping in front of each other. He gave a nod towards Lightningpaw before he was heading out of the den and out of camp. ─────✰✰✰✰✰───── ೃ⁀➷ @Alchemist Kitsune @Estelle @Moonraven Cowtuft considered him to have a keen eye for expressions. He had to. To know what a small wince might mean when pressing against a side, the furrow of an eyebrow of a warrior. He always had a knack for noticing things. He didn't always understand but in this case Hailpaw seemed awfully uncomfortable. His hues filling with a sad pity for her. They seemed to be around the same age. (Though, Cowtuft somehow managed to keep a kit-face and a large body that made perception of his age .. difficult. ) The medicine cat turned his head to Twilightstar once she spoke. Ooh. Goodness gracious, that's an awful long list of things to experience without a break. He looked towards Hailpaw, "Welcome home..!" He replied genuinely, considering her quiet nature, Cowtuft decided to avoid letting the conversation linger on those topics. She still needed a chance to breathe before processing those. As Twilightstar introduced them Cowtuft dipped his head. Slight embarrassment flushed his cheeks as she mentioned his uhm, quirk. That was what it was, wasn't it? A quirk? (Most seemed to accept it as it anyway. ) He liked to think he had gotten more comfortable but it wasn't as if it was ever something that to change. It is what it is. Cowtuft listened to Lightningpaw scramble off to gather the herbs. He decided he would handle the most severe of Hailpaw's wounds and let his apprentice take the chance to treat the lesser. The more experience she got the better after all. And in all truth, Cowtuft wasn't sure who the other would be more comfortable with. "Thank you, " He rumbled softly as she delivered the herbs. The splotched tom paused at her words, lifting an eyebrow with amusement. "Ask me that again.. when you have battle training, love.. " He replied, a grin present. Look. Technically Cowtuft never thought to listen about... apprentices not being alone. Even when he was a 'paw. He was a medicine cat, he had things to do! Many things! And while he may not have battle training he had experience. A little bit. Tiny. Oops, getting distracted. "I will send out.. a round of herb patrols tomorrow.. bit more than usual.. I think too.." He didn't want to over-pick but they seemed to always be in dire need. Cowtuft gathered the herbs closer to his side and directed his attention to Hailpaw. He shuffled closer to Hailpaw and laid out a poppy seed for her to eat. Then, he started to chew up a few of the marigold petals into a thin poultice. He chewed, and chewed until he (and here comes the gross part) spat it onto his paw pad. He would gently lather the scratches on Hailpaw's twisted leg in marigold, attempting to be gentle. Then he would do the same for the semi-deep gash across the right side of her flank. Ouch. "Forgive.. me for this, " He spoke softly before he reached forward and tried to gently straighten the leg out. Enough he could place a stick against it for support and wrap moss around it. Cowtuft pulled back and scooted over. "Lightningpaw, " He gestured, gesturing towards the rest of Hailpaw's wounds. It was in her paws now.

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Originally Posted by Moonraven (Post 1455260) Twilightstar offered Hailpaw a faint smile in response to her understanding words, still, she felt that she had a responsibility and had failed it by letting Hailpaw go. There was nothing she could do to change now. The leader turned her gaze towards Lightningpaw and Cowtuft as they started healing Hailpaw, ears perking up as Lightningpaw voiced her concerns about herbs and fetching some herself. Cowtuft was quick to shut that down as he spoke about her lack of battle training. Actually, now that she thought about neither medicine cat had battle training... perhaps they should prioritize fixing that at least so they could properly defend themselves. Something to keep in mind and ask later. While the medicine cats work on patching Hailpaw, Twilightstar continued speaking with her. "Now Hailpaw, of course, you'll be welcome to return to WindClan. Once you're fully recovered you can finish whatever training you need with a mentor so you can receive your warrior ceremony." Twilightstar wasn't certain what training the she-cat had left if any. Even if she was finished, she'd probably need some extra training with her new injuries. Twilightstar wanted to make sure that she had the training needed to carry the extra responsibility that came with being a warrior. "However, considering your age, how would you feel about getting your warrior name now? I can let you keep your suffix paw if you'd prefer that, but I figured I'd offer you the same deal I offered Cloverheart, a recently returned WindClan apprentice in similar paw prints as yours. Since you're older, I'm going to offer you your full warrior name, however, you'll serve the clan as a warrior in training among the apprentices since you'll need some training done to serve as a full warrior of WindClan. You'll be treated as an apprentice with a full name, you'll earn the privileges and respect of a full warrior once you finish your training with a mentor." @x ghostie [Cowtuft mention] @Alchemist Kitsune [Lightningpaw mention] @Estelle [Hailpaw]

[ I do apologise for how late this is! ]


Lightningpaw left. Quite curiously, for Hailpaw had never thought herself to be the curious type, she found her blue eyes following the probably younger apprentice’s form, as though wary of what she was doing… Or simply cautious as to what she may be getting. Stars above, those pesky other clanners had done a number on her, hadn’t they? If she couldn’t even trust the cats within her own clan. Then again, they had never done anything ti prove themselves worthy of her trust, so perhaps it was too misplaced.

Oh… The large cat spoke, the presumed head medicine cat of the clan. She couldn’t help the side-eye as he welcomed her home, causing only for more suspicion. She almost instinctively wanted to lift her leg but winced as it painfully reminded her of its broken state. What had she done to deserve this? Genuine the medicine cat may look, she couldn’t help the suspicion (and now pain) welling up inside her. Her face remained unchanged, fighting the twists of pain as she bit her lip and stubbornly refused to look anyone in the eye. How childish she was. She hated this.

Ah, mostly non-verbal, was he? It explained the quiet talking… But then why did he talk at all? Hailpaw couldn’t fathom it’d be to accommodate someone as unknowing as her. Not ever. And if it was then she’d simply feel stupid, put plainly, excuse how improper that sounds. Though it earned him a slight look up, a brief moment where she studied his face before casting her gaze back down.

Then Lightningpaw returned, whom the silver apprentice’s gaze silently followed. The piter pater of paw steps caught her ear and she couldn’t help the cautious glances up and around, defences on awfully high alert. That being said, she was beginning to take notice of their seeming inability to simply use… Their names. Like, full names. Instead they referred to each other as ‘Tufty’ and ‘Love’ and Hailpaw could simply feel herself crisp up in whatever this uncomfortable and disgusted feeling was. Weaselskip… She could never use her full name either. Memory of her former mentor left the apprentice feeling perplexed and frankly… Whatever. It didn’t matter. She was gone, again, had abandoned her once more never to return. What a mentor she was.

Distracted by overbearing thought, the silver feline hadn’t noticed the poppy seed being place in front of her until she pelt awfully awkward silently staring at Cowtuft chewing up… Something. Actually, she hadn’t even realised she’d been staring at his paws and not her own. Eyes focusing on the little black seed in front of her, she supposed she ought to eat it, but… You know, she didn’t quite feel comfortable doing so.

A hesitant glance was sent Twilightstar’s way, as though asking the leader for confirmation and permission to eat the little seed as was silently instructed, before she finally and very cautiously did. Swallowing was difficult, as though her body refused to eat the strange thing but she forced it down nonetheless – and thank goodness she did, because shortly after her wound stung with the unsanitary spit-poultice Cowtuft was putting all over her broken leg and wounds.

Although she’d hate to admit it, it stung. It stung badly and Hailpaw to hold her breath in order not to move and hide the pain she was experiencing until the little seed would kick in (although even a poppy seed wouldn’t save her from the upcoming pain of setting a leg straight, although they hadn’t reached that part yet).

Before she could wince the the leg-setting, Hailpaw was spoken to by Twilightstar herself, distracting the older apprentice while the seed and the medic worked its magic. It was evident; relief filled her gaze and momentarily relaxed her body when the WindClan leader declared she’d be allowed back to her home – back to WindClan. The tiniest upturning of her maw’s edge was shown, giving an elegant and light nod in response until she paused when the leader continued.

This is when the pain of the leg-setting kicked in, Hailpaw taking in a sharp breath all the while listening to Twilightstar. Her ear gave a flick. After the pain subsided, Hailpaw was silent for a short while. Her gaze drifted around the den as she took in what she’d just been offered. She felt… Nothing. Empty, almost, just at the thought of being given her warrior name just… Like that. Polite as she wanted to be, the graceful feline had to press her lips together and politely shake her head.
“Thank you; but I apologise, I cannot accept that. I cannot bear being an apprentice with a warrior’s name simply because of age, it is not… Proper. I ought to earn my name, as anyone has.”

That said, her mouth still half open, she fell silent for a moment as her mind processed the refusal of the one thing she’d been working towards her entire life. The only goal she’s ever had, in hopes of making her mother proud. And yet, an urge edged at her senses, a simple request she daren’t ask but felt she needed to.
“But… If I may be so bold… To request my name be changed. I no longer wish to be known as Hailpaw; I never was meant to be Hailpaw. Silverkit is how I was born, it is… What I’d rather be named now. Silverpaw. Hailpaw has never done me any favours.”

Neither has the name she was born with; and yet, it simply hurt too much to carry this name any longer. Whenever she heard it, whenever she thought of it, echoes of Weaselskip’s silly nicknames rung in her mind. She couldn’t bear it, it hurt too much. The abandonment, the betrayal. At least with Silverpaw… It could remind her of what her goal has always been; it could quit these distraction and, hopefully, put her back on the right path. The path she’s always meant to be on: the path of a warrior, regardless of what the clan thought of her.

Hesitantly, Hailpaw tore her gaze away from the ground, now long ignoring what was happening around her as she dared look Twilightstar in the eye. Would be approve of such a request? Hailpaw never would be able to explain why, why she would chose a name of neglect over that of abandonment. Or perhaps she did know; abandonment hurt more than neglect ever did, neglect had only pushed her towards her goals. That is why.

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ [ COWTUFT ‼ ] ˚｡⋆ ༘˚✧

┆彡 THE GENTLE GIANT

| WINDCLAN'S MEDICINE CAT | 26 MOONS ✮✮✮

✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars

╭₊˚purrks﹕monkey's paw, the collector, herb knowledge ₊˚੭
∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧─� �────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────

⌦ .｡.:* ✮ @Alchemist Kitsune @Ladieboo
Cowtuft thinks he's used to seeing wounds but anything broken always gave his stomach a slight churn, discomfort. The risk of infection was high and if a warrior was particularly stubborn it could heal wrong. Without proper padding it would likely be .. less efficient but hopefully got the job done. Speaking of the job, Cowtuft would keep Dawnfog's leg firmly in place and straight while Lightningpaw worked. Once it was all done he pulled back and looked up at the warrior.

"I think that is about it... !! You can either rest here.. if you wish or we can help you back to your nest.. I want you to come back here after a week.. and then I will see you biweekly .. to see how it improves, alrighty..?" He explains through slow-paced gestures, nodding his head along. There were still the other rather minor scratches but considering their limits in herbs they could likely heal on their own. He felt guilty for withholding the herbs but they truly needed to sparse it out. Dawnfog appeared to be handling it fine.

"Of course.. if it ever begins to bother you in the slightest.. please come here at once.." Cowtuft quips softly, adding on after pondering.

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⌦ .｡.:* ✮ @Alchemist Kitsune @the.lemon.witch @poppy. || [ the comfrey should end up helping with the pain, bleeding, and the time it takes to heal :heartbounce: ]
This was not a night of wandering for Cowtuft. A rare occurrence but he hadn't quite slipped into a deep enough sleep. He wandered the edge of slumber, dreams just out of reach but he breathed quietly. Awareness around him was slow that he only begun to realize the scent of blood was in the air a bit too late. Cowtuft's nose twitched as he stirred, eyes beginning to slowly blink open with confusion. Was it morning already? He looks around to see Lightningpaw was nowhere to be seen but he could quietly hear the sound of voices.

He yawns quietly, blinking away the sleep that hazed his mind and slowed down his movements. He usually woke up disoriented. Not expecting to see the walls of his own den. The air is cold and he shudders but there is something that causes his fur to prickle. The metallic tang. Its then when Cowtuft starts to actually process what is being said. A bit hard to but his heart lurched. Someone was in his den.

This causes the medicine cat to scramble to his paws and see what was going on to find Lightningpaw was already beginning to take care of it. Golly. Where would he be without the help of her? He shuffles over to examine the injured apprentice, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of her. He's never seen bites like those. She is right, there's no warrior with them. Cowtuft's eyebrows furrow in confusion. He might as well make himself over so he pulls over a nest for them and attempts to gently place the feline into it while Lightningpaw chews a poultice for them.

He already knew they had no mushrooms and he shuffles about uncomfortably. He thinks back to comfrey before nodding his head. "Wait a moment, " He gestures silently to his apprentice before disappearing into their storage. They had a bit of comfrey and he seemed no harm in attempting to use it. By luck, it might just help. It could still likely do something with the bleeding.

He returns back with the small herb and takes a bit of the moss Lightningpaw had collected to dab away the blood. He chews it into a poultice before lathering it on ,,, Ravenpaw's (he believed Lightningpaw said that was her name) wounds. With a small nod Cowtuft steps back and lets Lightningpaw resume control.

⌦ .｡.:* ✮ @Alchemist Kitsune @Moonraven @Estelle

Cowtuft blinks slowly at the moment of relaxation that appeared in Hailpaw's body once she realized she would be returning to WindClan. He hadn't realized she doubted it. Though, he could be jumping to conclusions. It wouldn't be the first time. His heart jitters and jump for the molly. Despite everything she still wanted to earn her name in the proper way. Cowtuft cannot blame her. If he was in her position he would. (technically he was in a similar situation but it was more so he was already considered a full medicine cat. paw or no paw.)

The medicine cat steps away from the three. He was sure the other had been through a lot and while Cowtuft did wish to supervise (if anything but to observe how Lightningpaw put her training to use) he did not wish to linger uncomfortably. He smiles at Silverpaw's name request and rises to his paws. Right. That seems his cue.

"Well..! I think Silverpaw is a lovely name.. reminds me of the moon..!" Cowtuft gestures with a smile, doing his best to lighten the mood while .. well — he wasn't sure if he should call her Hailpaw or Silverpaw but he decided on the latter — Silverpaw averted Twilightstar's gaze. He didn't know why but felt like encouragement was the best.

He turns to Lightningpaw and leans over to try and press his nose gently against her shoulder. A reassurance. "Think I will.. head into the storage, do a herb check to see what we have .. you can wrap this up..!" Cowtuft signed and off he went, disappearing into the storage. Before he does though he turns back to Silverpaw. "Make sure to get some rest after ... come and pay me a visit if your leg.. starts to bother you ..! In uhm, general.. check-in .. just so I can see how your wounds are healing..!" He recommends.

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ [ COWTUFT ‼ ] ˚｡⋆ ༘˚✧

┆彡 THE GENTLE GIANT

| WINDCLAN'S MEDICINE CAT | 26 MOONS ✮✮✮

✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars

╭₊˚purrks﹕monkey's paw, the collector, herb knowledge ₊˚੭
∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧─� �────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────

⌦ .｡.:* ✮ @poppy.
Cowtuft let out a quiet yawn as he shuffled back to surveyed his work. He had spent today primarily reorganizing the main section of the den and replenishing the nests. His floppy ears perked up at the sound of someone approaching and he turned around to face a WindClan warrior. A smile fell across his face as Cowtuft listened to them list their symptoms. "Oh goodness..! We cannot have that now.., can we? I have just the thing.. wait here dear..!" He gestured, rising to his paws and entering into the storage.

His nose twitched at the herbal scents. Something prickled in his paws but he brushed it off as he gathered a catmint and headed back into the main section. Cowtuft blinked slowly, finally realizing who the warrior was. Lilypool. His shoulders relaxed as he put the herb down at her paws. "Eat up..! It's very tasty..! Promise,,"

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ [ COWTUFT ‼ ] ˚｡⋆ ༘˚✧

┆彡 THE GENTLE GIANT

| WINDCLAN'S MEDICINE CAT | 26 MOONS ✮✮✮

✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars

╭₊˚purrks﹕monkey's paw, the collector, herb knowledge ₊˚੭
∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧─� �────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────

⌦ .｡.:* ✮ @poppy.

 

The medicine cat blinked slowly at Lilypool's scrunched up face. He's seen many reactions to eating catmint but never one of such distaste. Cowtuft tilted his head slightly to the side, eyebrows furrowing close together. "Everythin' ..alright miss..?" He signed, nervousness beginning to spike in his chest. It turned to concerning to worse face as the molly started to kneel over, limbs beginning to twitch and spasm. "Lilypool..?" A sharp yelp escapes him and he stumbles over to her side, fluffy tail swishing back and forth worriedly. He didn't know what was going on. He's never seen something like,,, this.

It was if death had her by her throat and within minutes she was gone. Cowtuft stood still. It was a cold. Was it not? Her symptoms were light and she was functioning fine. His heart thumps loudly in his chest as memories of sick bodies against his den's floor flashed in his mind. Sudden deaths, the coughing, the hopelessness. A chill rolls down his spine. Again? Could it be happening again?

He shakes his head back and forth. He couldn't risk a proper burial if she could be infectious. He needed to check over the rest of his clanmates,, If something was happening, he would stop it before it become too much. Cowtuft leaned down and grabbed ahold of her scruff. (He tried not think of Wrenfeather and Hawkkit while he carried Lilypool's body away.)

Treatment continued. She had to grit her teeth against the dull pain of her paw being set straight. Then, Lightningpaw took over from the medicine cat. It wasn't the most reassuring, seemingly being a test subject, but who was she to judge? Hailpaw knew nearly nothing about herbs, in fact, she knew nothing about the matter, as opposed to Lightningpaw... For once in her life she had to trust the cat knew what she was doing, and that the other would step in as soon as something might go wrong.

Even when the medicine cat apprentice had to get up close and personal, much to her other apprentice's dismay, Hailpaw bit her tongue and kept quiet, tensely letting the calico keep working on her facial wounds, only shamefully flinching at the occasional touch. She didn't like all this, but it was better than getting infected and dying, she supposed. She couldn't be that easy to kill, after all.

Twilightstar spoke, and with more hope than she'd like to admit did her ears turn the leader's way. She allowed it... Twilightstar respected her decision to deny an instant warrior name and accepted her request to be once again known as Silverpaw. Her rightful name. She felt... Surprised, almost, but some part of her was grateful all the same. She was in her clan, in her home, and she could forget all about Weaselskip's betrayal.

Silverpaw swallowed, paws itching to move but she forced them still, a tingle of nerves running down her spine. Listening to the leader, she gave a slow nod after Lightningpaw had hopefully given her some space.
"...I would appreciate that greatly."
The silver apprentice politely replied with a slow nod, eyes resting on the leader's paws before lifting to catch a glimpse of her face.

So much had happened... So much ought to have changed. It felt like she'd been gone for a lifetime. Turning Cowtuft's and Lightningpaw's ways, she silently wondered if this whole touchy business was done, and if she could leave.


[ @Moonraven @wolfie @Alchemist Kitsune - Thank you!! And sorry about the sudden name change request, it just wouldn't have made sense for her not to ask it ahah :heartbounce: ]

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ [ COWTUFT ‼ ] ˚｡⋆ ༘˚✧

┆彡 THE GENTLE GIANT

| WINDCLAN'S MEDICINE CAT | 27 MOONS ✮✮✮

✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars

╭₊˚purrks﹕monkey's paw, the collector, herb knowledge, kitty softpaws ₊˚੭
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Cowtuft's floppy ears perked up as a feline walked into his den. A small gasp at the gash over their leg, nodding his head up and down. Yikes! That didn't look fun. He did pause for a moment, eyebrows furrowing together. "Pardon? Dear, did you never receive.. a tour of the territory ..when you were an apprentice..?" He signed with his paws, huh. That was particularly strange! Cowtuft didn't believe Twilightstar would have missed that. Maybe this was a new cat. New, new.

Their name was escaping him. He shook his head back and forth before shuffling off into his herb storage. They needed treatment, anyway. Luckily it wasn't a very large wound. He grabbed a marigold flower and begun to chew it up while he took the cobweb back with him to meet the warrior.

He sat down in front of them and spat out the poultice onto his paw pad. Then, he dabbed it into their wound before wrapping it in cobwebs. "That should do it..!"

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Cowtuft shuddered. Watching someone attempt to coax a herb down an unconscious patient's throat he felt as if he was one doing it. It was one of the less unpleasant yet needed actions.,, he could've saved Cloudpaw the experience but alas, it was hard to get a word in. And probably a good learning opportunity. Don't sneak out kids.

The splotched medicine cat sat a tail-length away, predominantly supervising as Lightningpaw handled the specifics of it. He figured Ravenpaw would be alright. The bloodloss was concerning (and he didn't have much experience with snakebites so perhaps it was normal for it to be this profusely) but they didn't appear to be fatal. He did wonder if Cloudpaw was telling the full story, eyebrows furrowing close together. Quite a coincidence but Cowtuft didn't press.

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Sometimes when things got.. difficult he would relive his traumatic experiences in his sleep. Somethings were muscle memory and on this specific night — it was unpleasant. Cowtuft was not in his nest but deep in the quarantine section of his and Lightning's den. His eyes were closed and his movements were jagged, pacing about the room and stopping every so often. Leaning down to do something, chewing motions, dragging his leg behind him and moving panickily. His eyes were open but it was clear Cowtuft was anywhere but his den. Not truly. He talked often in his sleep but the words weren't quite right, not clear and sometimes was only warbling noises. Squeaks, and yelps.

At least he wasn't outside of his den this time. He was unaware of the noises happening in the main section of the den or that he was simply needed. Cowtuft was stuck in a loop of a nightmare. A given with Lilypool's death. Clearly, at one point in his current scenario he had used up all his herbs. He attempted to enter his herb storage. Keyword is attempted. Cowtuft was never graceful and this did not change even when sleepwandering.

His shoulder bumped against the wall harshly and he stumbled, a loud yelp falling his lips. Paws smashed onto something squishy, though he didn't quite feel it due to the lacking of sensations in his frontpaws. His limp hindleg thumped with pain in resistance to the fall and Cowtuft was awake. Gasping, and gulping down air for the life of him. He was here, here, here.

There was blood on his paws.

Cowtuft screamed.

Until he realized the proper cause — small deathberries — "Oh bloody hell, " The massive tom hissed lowly. Right. Right. He was in his herb storage. Why of all places was he in here? "Blimey,, " he murmured, shaking his head back and forth with brewing confusion. He wasn't sure what time it was as he tried to wipe the berry juice off his paws. He exited the herb storage to be met with three cats in his den.

Uhm. He looked outside to see the dark, night sky. He looked back. One of the cats was ,, quite large and goodness, Cowtuft's expression softened with immediate concerned. They were clearly not doing so hot. He was a bit confused and still sleepy, so he dipped his head in greeting. Heat flushing his fluffy fur. Right. One of the cats was Twilightstar. She was the only cat he knew with one-eye. The other had large ears,, calico markings. Feather. Feather in her fur. Lightningstorm. Cowtuft was fairly certain the other cat was a newcomer. He was also fairly certain he didn't have any the proper herbs to help them.

Their eyes were shut, damaged? They didn't have celandine and it looked like bugs were on their fur. No mice bile. "Good evening, dear, " He cleared his throat softly, voice scratchy from underuse and a bit shaky. "Apologizes,, if I startled you.. uhm, got.. a bit startled m,, myself, ah.. " He offered up, tail flickering back and forth. He didn't believe they had any herbs to help this feline at the moment unless they wanted a poppy seed. Cowtuft would have to go out and find specific herbs. The matted fur,, well,, he didn't have a proper clue about that. Or the dent in their head. Golly! What could've happened there?

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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ [ COWTUFT ‼ ] ˚｡⋆ ༘˚✧

┆彡 THE GENTLE GIANT

| WINDCLAN'S MEDICINE CAT | 27 MOONS ✮✮✮

✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars

╭₊˚purrks﹕monkey's paw, the collector, herb knowledge, kitty softpaws ₊˚੭
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The splotched tom perked up as someone entered into his den with a coughing feline in tow. They were swift to leave and goodness, the other did have quite the case of sneezes and coughs. Cowtuft made a quiet coo in sympathy for the other, nodding his head along as they explained their situation that was clear as day. "Got just the thing, don't you worry miss..!" He gestured, hopping up to his paws with a light stumble. He flashed a small smile to Swiftwind from the scent of things and waddled into his storage. Recently, he had collected more catmint in preparation for the pending event. Just in case.

Thank the stars for that! Cowtuft picked up one of the herbs and returned back to the molly. He settled it down in front of her, pushing it gently. The scent alone made his mouth water. One day he would eat one of those darn things and figure out what it tasted like. "Eat up..! It'll help, promise .. dunno about the sneezing .. but keep warm and cozy.. Rest, should be gone within a few days.." He explained.

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Cowtuft looked up at the entrance. Huh! Second time two cats came into his den and one of them was coughing. "Nasty cold going around,," He gestured towards the larger cat, eyebrows furrowing together. After Lilypool,, he swallowed nervously. He really hope it was a cold. Something one off, for star's sake. They were already dealing with a brewing war and ,, Cowtuft shook his head. Orangepaw needed treatment.

He gave a small nod, rising to his paws and limping into his storage. He moved towards the back, digging up the catmint. Best to just to use it in this situation. It seemed to be able to target coughs amongst other symptoms. Picking up one of the tasty looking herbs, Cowtuft headed back out. He set the herb done. "Here you go.. this should help ease your symptoms.. after, go ahead and get some rest.. in one of the nests in the back, " He jerked his head to gesture to the quarantine zone. "Don't think you are infectious but.. quieter, won't deal with anyone.. coming in and out..!"

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Cowtuft stared blankly at new cat with deep confusion. "Is someone being mean to you..? You can tell me if they are, Twilightstar.. will definitely handle it..!! No one .. should be harassing you, especially.. for something you can't control,,!" He signed, but the other was already heading out of the entrance. "Please d..don't go..! This is a bit c..concerning,,!!" He blurted out, tripping over his words with a hint of desperation. He didn't want the feline to walk away if someone in WindClan was being harmful.