[iliri]

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

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Well, at least Silverstorm wasn’t too bothered by the young medic working to get his wounds properly patched up. Thankfully, they weren’t that severe to the point where she would’ve needed to send a cat out to properly find any source of marigold to help keep this wound from potentially becoming infected and leading up towards Silverstorm’s possible death. ThunderClan didn’t need any more deaths on its path. Enough deaths have already occurred as it is; another one would just make the situation worse for everyone in the clan. As Springpaw quietly dabbed the dampened moss-ball against the wounds, she began to watch it turn into a murky, crimson red, a minor difference compared to its natural vibrant green. As the wound began to clear away from its reddish hue and reveal its tattered skin and irritated tissue, Springpaw set the bloodied moss-ball to the side and began to unfold the wad of cobwebs with her claws, being as concise as possible so she didn’t puncture any claw marks into the tender webs. Afterwards, she reared a forepaw up and began to carefully compress the cobwebs onto each of the wounds, watching as blood easily soaked its way into the silvery mass.

After a few more gentle nudges with her paws and careful attention to detail towards the patched wounds, the young medic casted Silverstorm a small smile. “Well… you are… all finished… from here… just make… sure to… come by… the medicine den… often so… I can check… on the… wound,” Springpaw explained, making her way towards the stream in the middle of the den to wash off her bloodied paws so she didn’t have to carry the stench all day. As much as she was used to it, she didn’t want to deal with it for the entire day.

[ -1 cobweb ]

@Desert Rain Frog [ all finished! ]