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Starfall
The medicine den felt like an old friend to Roseraven. She hadn't realized how much she missed this place. The herby smell was strong but nostalgic. But she could not allow herself to linger. The adrenalin was wearing off, and she needed to do as much as she could before breaking down.
The young cat made a B-line for the herb storage, with brisk steps. Some of the plants were a bit stale but they would do. It seemed they were a bit low on borage and burnet, and had no dock leaves, though admittedly those were optional.
The tabby grabbed a wad of moss and dipped it in the medicine den stream. She walked over stiffly to Spiderthroat and began dabbing up the wounds on his pelt. If he were to protest she would just glare at him. She wasn't sure why he was wounded. He was a violent ruffian, maybe he was out fighting people for no reason.
The she-cat's paws worked fast, with medical precision. After cleaning up his wounds, she added some marigold and closed them up with cobwebs.
"Done. Do you feel like going out to get some herbs or would you rather I wait for you to feel better." she asked with an even tone.
( -2 marigold, -2 cobwebs)