The Moors Whisper [WindClan 3v1 Raid Mass Healing Thread]

[Alchemist Kitsune]

 

Originally Posted by Estelle

Name: Silverrose
Gender & Pronouns: Female, She / Her
Rank: Warrior
Injury Overview: Claws raked across muzzle
Live/Die/Desired Outcome: Live!
Other:
Mention: @Alchemist Kitsune

Upon returning the camp after depositing what needed to be deposited, Silverrose was quick to find Lightningstorm already tending to the injured - looking awfully chipper compared to her more... Solemn state, not that the warrior could blame her. Her whiskers twitched, watching this, causing a sting across her face as she was reminded of the hit the opposing warrior from RiverClan had landed - that fool, fleeing from the battle like that. Well, she was fairly unharmed compared to some, so the silver warrior decided to wait until the worst of them had been treated before speaking up; though, Lightningstorm was likely to notice her before tha time, she had pegged the molly as rather perceptive.

| Lightningstorm |
19 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive

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Even as she rushed from one patient to the next, the lithe calico's lapis hues soon spotted a quiet feline in the mix. A silver tabby who's gaze made her more nervous than she'd cared to admit. Ever since... whatever it was that had happened, the healer had been coasting by. No one seemed to bother her or be bothered by her, and while that caused some very small difficulties when it came to navigating the day to day, it meant things were admittedly far smoother than she had first feared they would be. The tricolor would almost swear that she was invisible sometimes, a strange notion that gave her both peace of mind as well as a deep rooted discomfort all at the same time. It was both wonderful and horrid, and she couldn't quite make up her mind if she sided with the positive aspects of it or teetered towards the more negative connotations that lingered with it.

And yet that mattered little here, because for the first time in recent memories, Lightningstorm felt seen. Exposed in some way. And it made her irrationally upset that she didn't understand why. That there was little she could do about it without making herself even more vulnerable to... whatever it was she felt she needed to protect against. So what could she do in this moment? To mask this feeling of discomfort that coursed the flesh under her pelt in such an unwelcomed manner?

She grinned. A cheeky little smirk that lit up her eyes as she grabbed a marigold and some cobwebs before padding towards the tabby warrior. The medicine cat wasn't certain if they were close. If they were enemies. She felt neutral towards her, just as she did towards most cats in this place. But she settled on... maybe them not being friends. Maybe. She hadn't gotten visitors, however... Not since- Did that mean she had no friends to rely on? No familiar bonds to fall back to among these cats? If so, just what exactly had tied her to this place before it had all been blinked away and lost to the dark?

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Lightningstorm mewed no sooner had she dropped the marigold before her and began to make her poultice.

A teasing remark. One that might go many a ways. Annoy. Fluster. Garner a small flirt back? The herbalist didn't know, and frankly she didn't care. She was too busy deflecting this uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Too occupied studying the warrior's physique. Her stance. Making sure that the scratches in her face were the only thing of note to heal on this otherwise unscathed cat.

"Your injuries seem to be mostly superficial. Can't see them leaving so much as a scar by the time I am through with you. Now, if you'll just hold still, this poultice will make sure no infection gets in before it's had the time to heal."

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