[iliri]

Springpaw
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]

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Blood was a foul odor that she had grown accustomed to throughout the moons that she had been held within the medicine den. The acrid, tangible scent was nothing more to her than a horrible reminder that cats were growing injured by the simplest of things. Or, there would be a roaring battlefield where warriors would grow injured by the other warriors from the other clans. It was a grueling thing to truly think about, but it wasn’t like Springpaw could bear any other choice to have. It was just the first thing that popped into her mind, especially with the scent now lingering around in her nostrils after someone entered the den. The feline in particular looked to be bleeding restlessly along a good portion of wounds where severed flesh tainted the skin. Springpaw’s nose wrinkled against the stench, the molly approaching the tom-cat in particular as she glanced apprehensively at the wounds, shaking her head briefly. “Let… me take… care of… that for… you… we have… enough supplies… to help… with that,” Springpaw assured, giving Silverstorm a quick, side-ways smile before pointing her nose towards the direction of the nearest moss-bed, glancing back towards the tom before continuing. “Please… lay on… that bed… over there… while I… go get… some moss… and herbs needed… for those wounds…”

@Desert Rain Frog @Omari [sorry for this being a little late ! ]