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Old June 3rd, 2023, 03:28 PM
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Default Re: WindClan Medicine Cat's Den

「☆」 THE GENTLE GIANT 「☆」
╰► COWTUFT
he | him ★ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears + scar over his neck; left green eye and right blue eye ★
ೃ⁀➷ @lio

After the herb patrols had returned with an acceptable number of useful herbs - Cowtuft's main goal was to change Mothpaw's. It had already been a few days since, and it was likely getting to be unpleasant. He was not sure how burns would defer from the wounds he typically treated, but hopefully they would avoid infection.

Entering into his den, the gentle giant found the crispy apprentice laying in moths nest. Eyebrows furrow closed together at the pure exhaustion in their eyes. Reaching down to try and gently press their nose against the other's unburnt cheek, "Can..not sleep?" He asked in an hushed tone, his voice was raspy from being overextended. He swore to the stars he had spoke more in a moon than he had for his whole lifetime. "Must.. change dressing.. sorry, " Cowtuft quipped, and settled down next to the fella.

Gently, Cowtuft started to remove the ruined dressings - discarding it into a pile. It was slightly hard with the burns, blistering and bubbly - but they appeared to be beginning to scab over. He set aside a marigold flower, dandelion, and daisy leaves. They seemed to help with swelling, so perhaps they would have a positive effect. He pushed a burnet towards Mothpaw, "will give strength, " because the other seemed to like herbs.

Then, Cowtuft proceeded to chew the flowers and leaves into a pulp. Spitting it onto his paw pad (er, never pretty) and starting to gently dap it into the wounds. Focusing on the unscabbed paws more than anything, as well as only dressing the vulnerable areas.

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ೃ⁀➷ @JayfeatherMedCat

Cowtuft lifted his head up at the call of someone's voice. Rising to his paw, he exited his sleeping chambers. He let out a quiet squeak in response, raising his tail as a greeting. The medicine cat was in fact, here. And his apprentice - .. maybe. Cowtuft glanced around. She was somewhere around.
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