- Wolfpaw -
- He/Him - 8 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Wolfpaw's tail thumped on the ground as he lay in his nest. There hasn't been a new sick cat for a bit... But hollows was sick now. He turned his head to face the den entrance as a voice called out his name. He groaned as he got up, hobbling over to the entrence. "Treetiger," he spoke, seeing the molly in the den entry. "Come in, don't just stand there!" he muttered, gesturing with a paw for her to come in. "What's goin on with ya?"
Treetiger strolled into the den a little further, choosing not to hide the limp in her leg as she approached the spot Wolfpaw gestured and sitting down before him. "Sorry to be a bother, so sorry," the warrior began, lifting her foreleg up to show him the bleeding gasp across it. "I suppose I slept on a thorn and it tore my leg."
That was blatant lie, but surely, she couldn't tell the medicine cat what had really happened, right? Be quiet. Her gaze would avoid his as she dealt with her inner turmoil. But he can help... he can understa- NO. Slowly, she'd lift her gaze to her leg and shut off any emotion that dared display on her face.
The brown tom stumbled in, his breath heavy. The trip back from the battle field had been brutal. His sides stung even more now, and at this point the pounding in his head had become unbearable. Dots were filling his vision. So much so that he was forced to sit down or risk falling over. "Wolfpaw, could I get some help?" His voice came out with more of an edge to it than the brown tom would have preferred, but he hardly had the energy to correct himself. Hell he barely had the energy to sit!
[ Feel free to lmk if I need to change anything! This is my first time having a character who needed medical attention ]
- Wolfpaw -
- He/Him - 8 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
It was weird without hollows in the den. It just made the medicine den all the more creepy for the tripod medic. He lifted his head to see dogchase stagger in. Instantly, Wolfpaw got to his paws and rushed over to the warrior. "The hell happened to ya?" he hissed, scanning the cat for injuries before spotting two gashes on each their side. Quickly, wolfpaw made his way to the storage, grabbing two cobwebs before hurrying back. He put a cobweb over each gash, hopefully stopping the bleeding. "should stop the bleedin for a bit. anything else that hurts?" he asked the warrior.
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