RiverClan Medicine Cat's Den (Temporary)

[Oliver]

Seabreeze
He/him | Riverclan Lionheart | Moons: 21 | Purrks: Go with the Flow | The Collector | Ultimate Predator |
“Ocean waters rising above your neck
You feel the glass start to crack.”

Seabreeze finally found the time to drag himself into the medicine den. Between patrolling and making sure everyone settles in, and watching for trouble and training apprentices.... Seabreeze has kind of lost track of time. Similar to the same way he had simply allowed his first raid wounds to fester but he guessed StarClan really blessed him with that bunch because he hadn't too bad an infection and it actually healed on its own with the minimal care they received. The gash in his stomach was not so kind, and it was starting to pink and bleed sluggishly again. It wasn't a pretty sight he was sure, but also he was sure that Mistyshard and Berrypaw had seen worse at this point. Which was sad in how little time they had been for medicine cats. Riverclan had some awful luck as per usual. He padded into the den with a slight limp and allowed his eyes to readjust before calling out.

"Mistyshard.... I'm having some troubles, if you're free." Seabreeze called out before slightly wincing at how awkward that was. He knew he was likely going to be chided, but he didn't even mean to purposely let it get worse, he lost track of time. She could surely understand, as she did the same thing as he not long ago. Seabreeze had been one of the ones that dragged her into the med den after she collapsed... so at least he wasn't too delusional or fever ridden yet. Perhaps the very crude herbs he put on them right after the fight did something but uhhh the work afterwards must've reopened them and then let infection set in then. Annoying.

[ @starry - Mistyshard ]
[ One shallow-ish jagged cut along his stomach, I'm sure there's more but they were littler and have healed since the raid. ]