Re: The Moors Whisper [WindClan 3v1 Raid Mass Healing Thread]
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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
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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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
In the wake of the battle Crowtooth was bone tired and still wheezing. Well wheezing more then normal, gasping really in a way that was a stretch beyond his normal rasping and could easily dip into an asthma attack if he tried to exert himself any time soon. But that was normal post battle and he knew how to deal with it, intentionally breathing deep and in a specific method to not trigger that as he traveled home.
Healing, making sure his apprentices were healed, and sleep. That was simple enough right?
(it would not be)
So, making sure to keep pace with Winterpaw and Rabbitpaw, who were also injured but not enough to be treated by the shadowclan herb rats, he padded over to where Lightningstorm was calling cats over.
Lightningstorm, now there was something odd there. First despite being capable she was left behind and now she was far more chipper then normal, something that Crowtooth was used to being one of her few friends but was seldom seen among the clan now adays.... Maybe she'd had a nice revelation with her kits being born? That happened recently didnt it, the tom was even meaning to go poke his nose in and whine ask why his friend hadnt introduced him to the little furballs only the battle had been a large distraction first. He'd ask soon, sitting down with a thump and stretching out his hurt leg with a groan, not really able to muster a greeting to her between his gasping. Maybe Rabbitpaw or Winterpaw would in his place, granted they didnt peel away for private reflection.
@Dolomedes @zozelen(if either of you want the apps to stick by crow)
Name: Crowtooth
Gender & Pronouns: He/him
Rank: Fury
Injury Overview: He's close to an asthma attack from over exerting his lungs, has a large gash down his right flank, and various small cuts all over.
Live/Die/Desired Outcome: Fully healed with scars
Other: THE BIG REVEAL!
Mention: @Alchemist Kitsune
Rabbitpaw wasn’t sure of his own thoughts and opinions on it all. Or even really had time to think about what his mother’s opinions meant to him…for him. Much less the very distressing words she also said. And then that Riverclan apprentice. He flicked his ears and winced as one of them relit with pain with vengeance. Then Crowtooth was there, with Winterpaw…he was able to smile a bit at his mentor’s teasing. Rabbitpaw was pleased with the silver lining that he was able to match Crowtooth and Winterpaw at the very least. Pushing the Riverclan apprentice’s words to the furthest point of his mind, Rabbitpaw go to his paws and made to be the sunshine-y feline he always is. Hopefully he could cheer up his clan mates as well, after all they did as they came here to do. Drive off Riverclan.
During the walk home, Rabbitpaw found himself slightly annoyed by his ear injury. The blood as since dropped down into his face and one of his eyes and it was drying and it was so annoying! He’s tripped like twice which didn’t help his back paw wounds hurt any less. Though he mostly spent the walk at his mentor’s side, ears flipped down in concern, listening to the older feline’s wheezes. They sounded worse than normal. It was…distressing. For a moment his mind brought up the Thunderclan cat from the gathering a couple moons ago. They had been breathing off as well, and it distressed him then and it was even more distressing now but…it was different. It wasn’t frightful, or at least…well what did Rabbitpaw know. Maybe Crowtooth was just as scared as Rabbitpaw still is even with his words about the necessity of battles.
Regardless, Rabbitpaw didn’t move an inch away from his mentor’s side. Brushing against Crowtooth if the other allowed it. The apprentice tried to keep his own fright down as he looked around his injured and even dead clanmates. His eyes teared up. His mentor didn’t say any words, and honestly Rabbitpaw thinks he really shouldn’t right now, he should probably just focus on breathing. But Rabbitpaw could talk for him. “Miss Lightningstorm! Crowtooth needs help! His breathing isn’t being very nice, and also he’s hurt!” The apprentice called out, hoping to let the herbalist know that they were there even if she couldn’t immediately get to them. He couldn’t imagine the kind of stress she must be under. Having the whole clan depend on you right now, he wishes that he could help more! If only he had his full name! Then he could go out and get herbs, and help, or prey, or anything! Maybe he could find another warrior to take him out after Crowtooth was helped…and also him. He should probably get his wounds checked out. He shivered slightly as he remembered Miss Lightningstorm’s words about coming to see her rather than hiding and also the leafbare comment. He blinked his green eyes open and waited.
Name: Rabbitpaw
Gender & Pronouns: Male || he/him
Rank: apprentice
Injury Overview: Tattered ear, gash across back legs, bruising, small scratches along the sides of his face
Live/Die/Desired Outcome: Live w/ scarring
Other: Rabbitpaw is open to helping if Lightning and you need and she clears him
Mention: @Alchemist Kitsune
Winterpaw stepped into Windclan camp, looking visibly disheveled, but for the most part like his normal self. Parts of his pelt were stained with red and pink, blood congealing on his ear and the messier parts of his fur. The usual spiky tufts were tousled and matted, but his eyes were still sharp as ever.
The walk back home had been long, longer than it would've been without so many injured cats. Though Winterpaw could still walk fine, he matched his pace with the slowest of the group, keeping an eye on anyone he thought might need it. His attention kept drifting back to his mentor, though.
Rabbitpaw stayed next to the warrior's side, which Winterpaw was grateful for- Crowtooth seemed to be fighting for every breath. Many times Winterpaw felt the urge to get closer, try and satisfy the almost paranoid itch inside of him, but he never did. He just kept glancing back at his mentor and clanmate, Crowtooth's wheezing and Rabbitpaw's tattered ear setting something... on edge, inside of him. The need to defend, even though there was nothing to defend from.
But soon enough, they were back. Seeing the two of them head over to Lightningstorm made him feel slightly better. Slightly.
Rabbitpaw called for the medicine cat, telling her about Crowtooth's harsh breathing and his injuries. Winterpaw couldn't see them clearly, earlier, but maybe it was more obvious up close... Well. Winterpaw got quite close to Crowtooth too, he supposed. But maybe he had just missed something.
It was possible Crowtooth couldn't speak for himself right now, so Winterpaw was glad Rabbitpaw had spoken up... but just how bad was the apprentice hurt? His ear was still torn, with a cut on his flank and some scratches on his face. Easy to see on his pale fur.
Was... Rabbitpaw in pain? He must be. He was in pain, different than Winterpaw ever was, not dull or detached or absent altogether. But he was still standing.
Winterpaw padded over. He stood behind Rabbitpaw for a moment, silent, like a menacing, looming shadow over the shorter apprentice. Then he cleared his throat.
"Rabbitpaw," Winterpaw started. "I..."
He paused again, for a few moments. No more words came to him. Winterpaw's gaze shifted to the side, and he hoped with a startling fervor that some emotion had bled into his words, something Rabbitpaw could understand.
He stood in front of Lightningstorm as well now, not even considering adknowledging his wounds, though they were on full display for the medicine cat to see. He wasn't thinking of treatment at the moment.
Name: Winterpaw
Gender & Pronouns: Male, he/him
Rank: Apprentice
Injury Overview: Deep claw wound on stomach, bite wound on tail, most of ear torn off
Live/Die/Desired Outcome: Live
Other: N/A
Mention: @Alchemist Kitsune
| Lightningstorm | 19 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive
She was done. Or at least, Lightningstorm was fairly certain she was done when three new felines approached her, two apprentices from the looks of them and a warrior. A very, very overly taxed warrior. His injuries were hardly the worse she had seen while patching up the cats here, and yet... his breathing was dreadful. This wasn't from fighting. Instinct told her otherwise. A deep seeded knowledge that she had studied this before. Experimented with similar raspy lungs in her life. Found the treatment.
One of the apprentices approached her rapidly, clear concern in his eyes as he called out both her name and Crowtooth's. The herbalist blinked, her stare shifting between the paw and the warrior as the younger of the two spoke. If it hadn't been for the breathing, the medicine cat would have been tempted to treat the two apprentices first. They were much more beat up than he was, but that rasp would not get better on its own, and as such, she found herself nodding at the big eared tom. Without another word, she entered her den, having failed to grab any berries for this before. She had hardly expected breathing problems of this magnitude, assuming she would instead be dealing with the far more common missing ears the rest of her clanmates had opted for. Gratefully, almost as if it could sense her needs, the little beetle that had made its home among her herbs had taken to playing with one of the juniper berries she sought, dropping it from its perch to well worn path below. With a good humored roll of her eyes at its antics, she wandered topside once more, dropping one of the scarce few berries remaining before the black and white feline with the shunned lungs.
"Ears tells me you're having some trouble breathing, not that it's much of a secret, is it?" Lightningstorm mewed, her nose wrinkling as she attempted a small smile, trying to provide some form of levity despite the situation.
The tom seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. And yet he gave her the same uncomfortable feeling she'd gotten from a patient a little before. That knowing look, like he could see her. Like if her cheeky mask was in danger of crumbling. Why? Why did he also look at her as if she were so odd? So out of place? Had she changed so much? If so, why? What could have possibly been her way of doing things before? Why did her steps not lead to the same every day life from moments prior to whatever had happened? And why had this not been a problem until now? She didn't know, and she loathed not knowing. Worse still when it seemed as if she was the only one not in the know. And yet she felt her walls rising, a level of self preservation in place. She didn't know why she didn't just out herself. Seek help. But a voice inside her head screamed at her to not trust so blindly with things that might simply make her vulnerable in ways she couldn't take back or erase.
"These are juniper berries. You'll be familiar with them I would hope, but they'll help you with that breathing problem you've got going on. You lot don't look like you took the bloody beating some of the others have, but I'll whip up a good poultice for the three of you. Will have you patched up and ready for a rest before those berries have had a chance to kick in and you are yowling on fresh lungs again," Lightningstorm purred, her grin widening as she turned her attention to some marigold that she'd brought along to tend to the wounded alongside some dandelion. Their pain would be centered on the injuries themselves. With the leaves making the areas numb, they would be resting better than with poppy seeds for pain. At least for now.
| Treating all three of your characters together! Would like to ask for permission to powerplay her tending to injuries so she can properly treat all three in the next post, but would understand if the characters might oppose, so do let me know! |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Such fussing from his apprentices! Honestly wasnt Crowtooth the mentor here, you'd think he was some dying elder with the fuss they put up right now, he went through this after near every single battle it was rote at this point. He could cope, he had coped even without herbs for his throat for most of his life and was fine thank you. But the two did have him caught, he could speak to scold them to get treated first or reassure them so he simply huffed, leveling them with a not at all firm look before reaching over to pat them both.
Calm down, all was well, Im ok and youre ok. Just relax.
See! Lightningstorm was already coming over to deal with the issue!
Grinning at the medicine cat and her pep Crowtooth made silly little grabby motions at the berries that'd quickly become his favorite plant, chewing them and letting that soothing juice flow down his throat before confusion stopped him dead. It was just.... Well....
Lightningstorm herself had taught the tom about juniper, it was how to two first bonded really so why was she explaining them again? Crowtooth had taken and fetched these little berries so many times for the molly, there was no way she'd forgotten he knew them. Also, she knew every damn detail about his breathing difficulties (even how they were caused, a lingering trauma for him) so why did her words imply she didnt? That wasnt as clear but something about how she said everything was just off and it rattled Crowtooth.
Quickly swallowing the berrying and working his throat to try and get it to kick in faster the tom grinned hesitantly, gaze fixing on the medicine cat and spoke (probably a bit too soon by the choked nature of it).
"Ah, sorry Lightnin' I aint gettin' yer jokes this time, ya comin' up wit' new material or somethin'? Like is this a jab about my old memory issues an' how ya taught me about juniper first we met oooooooor? It aint clickin', sorry."
Maybe she was just tired? Her kittens were just born, that'd be enough to rattle anyone.
"Ah, flat joke dont matter at the mo' I suppose, mind prioritizing Rabbitpaw an' Winterpaw? These nervous nillies are a little battered an' rattled by the battle an' need ta learn their mentor can deal wit' a lot more then any fish can throw at him ya two hear! Im fine, we're all safe. Come an' sit by me an' take a few deep breaths, stars knows I need ta do the same."
Frankly he was kind of lost trying to deal with his apprentices post battle shock, never really having experienced it himself and not being the best cat with words so hopefully Lightningstorm had a fix. And an explanation for her behavior. And more herbs, he'd need to go hunting for those later.
Re: The Moors Whisper [WindClan 3v1 Raid Mass Healing Thread]
| Lightningstorm | 19 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive
Lightningstorm and the warrior were interrupted from their descent to the private nests when an apprentice came rushing towards them, a mixture of annoyance and understanding battling in her mind. She really would prefer to tend to the tom's injuries as quickly as possible. He was among the worse looking patients she had accrued today, and there were more following him. The more interruptions she got with patients she was currently seeing, the longer she would take. It was already going to be a long day. This would only ensure she would be dead on her paws when she was done. And yet a part of her sympathized with the younger tom. He was family. The healer didn't have any to her knowledge, but she liked to think that if she did she would be worried for their wellbeing had they arrived from battle in such disastrous condition.
And then something... odd happened. The apprentice had seemed fairly convinced that this was his father, and yet it seemed the warrior disagreed? In fact, he didn't even seem to recognize the paw. She understood the feeling. The instinctual need to protect one's self under these circumstances, yet she couldn't help but narrow her eyes as she assessed the situation. Hawksun. The warrior knew who it was that had hurt him. Known enough to name him. This had not been some random, unknown RiverClan warrior. It had been Hawksun.
So how did he not remember his own son? It was a most curious case indeed. She had sensed no deception in the apprentice's words, yet the warrior's rang true as well. Could the blow to his ear have caused a concussion? His movements had not been erratic. His speech perfectly articulated. If he had a concussion, he was either hiding it stupendously or had somehow walked it off before getting here. Lightningstorm would have to keep him in observation and tell the leader, just to make certain, she supposed.
The herbalist remained quiet as the gray tom shooed the calico away, her tail swaying gently as she observed the interaction before leading the way deeper into her den. Hopefully this time without any needless pauses. Although she supposed this one pause had been a StarClan sent one. If it hadn't been for that little chat, the healer might have missed out on a potential injury on the already battered tom. A dangerous one, at that. Internal injuries were nothing to scoff at. There was precious little the molly could do to help them along, after all.
"Lay down here, if you will," Lightningstorm chirped as they reached one of the many prepared nests inside her underground burrows, the size a comfortable one for the injured feline. "Now, I need to ask you a few questions as I clean up your injuries if that's all the same to you? Trying to assess the extent of your condition before those poppy seeds kick in and you fall asleep on me. You can understand, I'm sure. Tell me, do you know my name? Or perhaps yours, for that matter?"
Re: The Moors Whisper [WindClan 3v1 Raid Mass Healing Thread]
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Originally Posted by Alchemist Kitsune
| Lightningstorm | 19 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive
Lightningstorm and the warrior were interrupted from their descent to the private nests when an apprentice came rushing towards them, a mixture of annoyance and understanding battling in her mind. She really would prefer to tend to the tom's injuries as quickly as possible. He was among the worse looking patients she had accrued today, and there were more following him. The more interruptions she got with patients she was currently seeing, the longer she would take. It was already going to be a long day. This would only ensure she would be dead on her paws when she was done. And yet a part of her sympathized with the younger tom. He was family. The healer didn't have any to her knowledge, but she liked to think that if she did she would be worried for their wellbeing had they arrived from battle in such disastrous condition.
And then something... odd happened. The apprentice had seemed fairly convinced that this was his father, and yet it seemed the warrior disagreed? In fact, he didn't even seem to recognize the paw. She understood the feeling. The instinctual need to protect one's self under these circumstances, yet she couldn't help but narrow her eyes as she assessed the situation. Hawksun. The warrior knew who it was that had hurt him. Known enough to name him. This had not been some random, unknown RiverClan warrior. It had been Hawksun.
So how did he not remember his own son? It was a most curious case indeed. She had sensed no deception in the apprentice's words, yet the warrior's rang true as well. Could the blow to his ear have caused a concussion? His movements had not been erratic. His speech perfectly articulated. If he had a concussion, he was either hiding it stupendously or had somehow walked it off before getting here. Lightningstorm would have to keep him in observation and tell the leader, just to make certain, she supposed.
The herbalist remained quiet as the gray tom shooed the calico away, her tail swaying gently as she observed the interaction before leading the way deeper into her den. Hopefully this time without any needless pauses. Although she supposed this one pause had been a StarClan sent one. If it hadn't been for that little chat, the healer might have missed out on a potential injury on the already battered tom. A dangerous one, at that. Internal injuries were nothing to scoff at. There was precious little the molly could do to help them along, after all.
"Lay down here, if you will," Lightningstorm chirped as they reached one of the many prepared nests inside her underground burrows, the size a comfortable one for the injured feline. "Now, I need to ask you a few questions as I clean up your injuries if that's all the same to you? Trying to assess the extent of your condition before those poppy seeds kick in and you fall asleep on me. You can understand, I'm sure. Tell me, do you know my name? Or perhaps yours, for that matter?"
Watertail limped into the nest. Giving a gentle sigh of relief. His eyes seemed empty as he whispered. "Uhm... my name... is Watertail... and yours is............" Watertail paused, studying the medicine cat. "I'm sorry.... it's on the tip of my tounge...... your is........" He growled to himself, "I... I can't seem to think of it... I'm sorry."
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Re: The Moors Whisper [WindClan 3v1 Raid Mass Healing Thread]
| Lightningstorm | 19 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive
The molly purred in amusement at the tom's response, her grin growing as she abandoned the finished poultice, approaching the tom once more, the moistened moss she used to clean wounds in her maw. Carefully, she lifted a paw and began to gently press against the red furred warrior's side, trying to feel anything wrong. Out of place. Broken. To Lightningstorm's delight, despite obvious swelling that would no doubt provide some pain for the foreseeable future, he would be fine. The bruises would remain, but the healer had little doubt the swelling would go down before they left. Not the best of news, but most certainly better than the alternative.
"Well love, looks like you're fine. Well, fine if your only two options are broken ribs or being bruised like a bloody large dog decided you made for an excellent chewing bone for the night. I know, I know! Dog being the best case scenario? Unheard of! But broken ribs are no joke. Here. I'll give you some poppy seeds to let you sleep off the worst of the pain away and patch up that nasty gash. Just make sure you get some rest. Otherwise next time I see you in pain I'm making you walk through it with no pain relief as punishment," the lithe calico explained, her voice taking on a teasing tone as she cleaned away his injury, eyes glinting mischievously.
Injury cleared up, Lightningstorm inspected it, making sure it hadn't begun bleeding again due to her clearing it of debris. Satisfied with the look of it, she dabbed at the poultice with her recently cleaned paw, ensuring to coat it in its entirety. The gash wasn't the worst she'd seen, gratefully. If anything, he would probably be feeling those bruises for longer than the wound. Once she was finished, she grabbed some of the cobweb she'd brought above ground with her, bandaging the gash best she could. Last thing she needed was for the poultice to rub off in the warrior's nest, making all her work pointless.
"Well, look at you. Good as new. Better even, if I do say so myself. The cobwebs bring out your eyes," the herbalist joked, the smirk returning to her maw as she offered the fury two poppy seeds. "Now remember. Rest and relaxation for the next few days. Otherwise, I know where you live."
@Mica [Hawkfur]
| Hawkfur should be well patched up by now! Almost done with these healing patrols I believe, so he has been relieved of duty and will be safe from any further teasing had he helped the lass. |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Rabbitpaw’s ears flicked back as Winterpaw’s words entered the twisted and churned air. His ear was burning and now it was hard to ignore it in favor of other things. Was this an adrenaline crash? He blinked away the fast forming tears and as Miss Lightningstorm spoke to Crowtooth, Rabbitpaw turned to look at Winterpaw. They shared similar injuries as his mentor had made a comment on earlier. A sharp noise wormed it’s way from Rabbitpaw’s muzzle in slight distress and despite his usual stoic look Rabbitpaw knew how concerned the snowy apprentice was. Though for now they needed to be treated and the blonde motioned towards Miss Lightningstorm with a paw. As soon as their injuries were seen, they could figure out the emotions and fear of everything.
Crowtooth got berries which seemed to help. Then Miss Lightningstorm was preparing some other herbs that Rabbitpaw was less familiar with for the most part. He remembered getting some of them on a herb patrol with Winterpaw and Crowtooth some time ago. Except it really wasn’t that long ago… everything felt like it was out of place by that battle. It was so short but long lasting at the same time. Rabbitpaw waited for Winterpaw to get help first, or at least wanted to, before getting his own ear and legs dealt with.
“Thank you, Miss Lightningstorm.”
[ @Alchemist Kitsune - Lightningstorm | @zozelen - Winterpaw | @Rani - Crowtooth ]
[ Perms given to Lightning for healing :3c hope this is okay ]
Re: The Moors Whisper [WindClan 3v1 Raid Mass Healing Thread]
| Lightningstorm | 19 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive
The healer remained quiet as the tom settled down, lapis orbs studying him even as she cleaned his injuries. It was an odd case of amnesia, but hardly the first rarity she'd seen in recent memory. She would have to let Twilightstar know. It would be dangerous to send out a feline who might not be able to distinguish friend from foe out to battle, not until he was more used to everyone. Assuming his memories didn't come back once the initial shock of the battle was done, of course.
He didn't speak much, this Watertail, but what he did speak seemed to strain him. Tax him mentally. Lightningstorm soon found herself shushing him gently as she worked, making certain he didn't exhaust himself further. The poppy seeds would soon be working their magic, regardless. No need to have him stress himself as he was beginning to shut down and slumber away.
"That's quite enough of that then. No worries, love. Just rest. I'll patch you up and you just sleep. We'll see what comes in the morning."
Using her crude tools, Lightningstorm got to making a poultice of marigold, the tom's injuries cleaned up by now. She would be needing to wrap everything well and ensure nothing was broken up inside, but if she had to guess, the worse damage had been done to his head. There were no clear signs of bleeding or bruising with the exception of his torn ear. Not in his head, in any case. Which left little to the imagination as to what could have possibly caused the concussion to begin with. He seemed fairly lucid for having a concussion to begin with. If the herbalist had to harass a guess, she would assume he walked off the worst of it. An oddity, but with so many cats walking back to camp, it made sense for him to have simply gone with the flow to wherever they might lead.
The poultice finished, she made to slather it on the warrior's wounds, taking extra care around the ear. It would not be growing back, but if it was the source of his amnesia, the last thing she wanted was to further stress it. Once the injuries were well covered in the poultice, she grabbed cobwebs to wrap them. She doubted he would be scratching at his lesions while he slept, but she preferred for the ointment to remain on the cat as opposed to become spread out across his temporary nest. Her work done, she gave the hopefully sleeping tom one final look before heading back out. She had a lot of patients to deal with, and there was precious little more she could for this one.
@SeonghwaBerry [Watertail]
| With this post his event healing has been completed. Watertail should be in observation until his memories come back or July 14th 11:59 PM EST, at which point Lightningstorm should be checking in on him. |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Re: The Moors Whisper [WindClan 3v1 Raid Mass Healing Thread]
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Originally Posted by Alchemist Kitsune
| Lightningstorm | 19 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive
The healer remained quiet as the tom settled down, lapis orbs studying him even as she cleaned his injuries. It was an odd case of amnesia, but hardly the first rarity she'd seen in recent memory. She would have to let Twilightstar know. It would be dangerous to send out a feline who might not be able to distinguish friend from foe out to battle, not until he was more used to everyone. Assuming his memories didn't come back once the initial shock of the battle was done, of course.
He didn't speak much, this Watertail, but what he did speak seemed to strain him. Tax him mentally. Lightningstorm soon found herself shushing him gently as she worked, making certain he didn't exhaust himself further. The poppy seeds would soon be working their magic, regardless. No need to have him stress himself as he was beginning to shut down and slumber away.
"That's quite enough of that then. No worries, love. Just rest. I'll patch you up and you just sleep. We'll see what comes in the morning."
Using her crude tools, Lightningstorm got to making a poultice of marigold, the tom's injuries cleaned up by now. She would be needing to wrap everything well and ensure nothing was broken up inside, but if she had to guess, the worse damage had been done to his head. There were no clear signs of bleeding or bruising with the exception of his torn ear. Not in his head, in any case. Which left little to the imagination as to what could have possibly caused the concussion to begin with. He seemed fairly lucid for having a concussion to begin with. If the herbalist had to harass a guess, she would assume he walked off the worst of it. An oddity, but with so many cats walking back to camp, it made sense for him to have simply gone with the flow to wherever they might lead.
The poultice finished, she made to slather it on the warrior's wounds, taking extra care around the ear. It would not be growing back, but if it was the source of his amnesia, the last thing she wanted was to further stress it. Once the injuries were well covered in the poultice, she grabbed cobwebs to wrap them. She doubted he would be scratching at his lesions while he slept, but she preferred for the ointment to remain on the cat as opposed to become spread out across his temporary nest. Her work done, she gave the hopefully sleeping tom one final look before heading back out. She had a lot of patients to deal with, and there was precious little more she could for this one.
@SeonghwaBerry [Watertail]
| With this post his event healing has been completed. Watertail should be in observation until his memories come back or July 14th 11:59 PM EST, at which point Lightningstorm should be checking in on him. |
Watertail watched. Listening to the shushing. The warriors dark grey muzzle, the only thing on his fit body showing his age, twisted into a calm look as he blinked around. He sat heavily, the herbs kicking in as he murmured. "I avevnged her...... Wheattail....." Watertail whispered, his eyes drowsy as his wounds now patched, felt better. "Thank... you"
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The molly purred in amusement at the tom's response, her grin growing as she abandoned the finished poultice, approaching the tom once more, the moistened moss she used to clean wounds in her maw. Carefully, she lifted a paw and began to gently press against the red furred warrior's side, trying to feel anything wrong. Out of place. Broken. To Lightningstorm's delight, despite obvious swelling that would no doubt provide some pain for the foreseeable future, he would be fine. The bruises would remain, but the healer had little doubt the swelling would go down before they left. Not the best of news, but most certainly better than the alternative.
"Well love, looks like you're fine. Well, fine if your only two options are broken ribs or being bruised like a bloody large dog decided you made for an excellent chewing bone for the night. I know, I know! Dog being the best case scenario? Unheard of! But broken ribs are no joke. Here. I'll give you some poppy seeds to let you sleep off the worst of the pain away and patch up that nasty gash. Just make sure you get some rest. Otherwise next time I see you in pain I'm making you walk through it with no pain relief as punishment," the lithe calico explained, her voice taking on a teasing tone as she cleaned away his injury, eyes glinting mischievously.
Injury cleared up, Lightningstorm inspected it, making sure it hadn't begun bleeding again due to her clearing it of debris. Satisfied with the look of it, she dabbed at the poultice with her recently cleaned paw, ensuring to coat it in its entirety. The gash wasn't the worst she'd seen, gratefully. If anything, he would probably be feeling those bruises for longer than the wound. Once she was finished, she grabbed some of the cobweb she'd brought above ground with her, bandaging the gash best she could. Last thing she needed was for the poultice to rub off in the warrior's nest, making all her work pointless.
"Well, look at you. Good as new. Better even, if I do say so myself. The cobwebs bring out your eyes," the herbalist joked, the smirk returning to her maw as she offered the fury two poppy seeds. "Now remember. Rest and relaxation for the next few days. Otherwise, I know where you live."
@Mica [Hawkfur]
| Hawkfur should be well patched up by now! Almost done with these healing patrols I believe, so he has been relieved of duty and will be safe from any further teasing had he helped the lass. |
Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 51 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky blue eyes] Purrks: Flock Together T3, Beefed Up T1
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Hawkfur only flinched a little when Lightningstorm prodded at him, schooling his breathing into a gentle in and out. Once she was done, he let out a big breath and nodded gratefully at her. "Thank you so much. And I promise, I won't strain it." A sheepish laugh escaped him, because stars knew he was a busybody who might try to do something he shouldn't. The vague threat Lightningstorm left him with had the Fury shaking his head and snorting, imagining the small calico appearing at his nest ready to wallop his ass for not taking care of himself. He was going to let the poppy seeds he just lapped up work and take a nice, relaxing nap.
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