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. ]
Mistyshard's amber gaze lifted as Rosehawk entered the den. The silver tabby herbalist tipped her head, quickly scanning the warrior’s state. She frowned a little at the amount of bad wounds... ”Gosh, that’s a lot. Just lay down please, and stay calm, I’ll get this fixed to the best of my abilities.” With a reassuring smile she hurried into the herb storage, where she grabbed a few cobwebs and marigold, as well as moss for the bleeding. There was not a lot she could to for the head wound as she wasn’t sure about the happenings yet. Maybe she could just ask some questions after she was done patching Rosehawk up. Gently, the medicine cat began applying the herbs, working quickly.
One the process was done - which was soaking the blood with moss, chewing marigold into a poultice and spreading it, then covering the wound with cobwebs - she leaned back to give her work a quick lookover. “I’m not too sure if the head injury caused any trauma, so I’ll ask you some questions... can you remember what happened? What attacked you? How that head wound specifically came to be?”
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Originally Posted by Neptune.
Larkwing
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24 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
On Fadingstar's orders, Larkwing's first destination following her chat with him was right to where the medicine cats had set up shop for now. She wasn't... thrilled to be coming here, to be perfectly honest, but Fading's statement that if she spiraled once more and could not control the things that weren't there from affecting her then he'd shove her into the elder's den wasn't a reality she wished to see. If she ever made it that far in her life, Lark would happily join the elders at the ripe age of too-old-to-work and not now, when she'd barely crested two full season cycles.
Pausing by the den's entrance, Lark closed her eyes and took a deep breath for a count of three before trusting herself to speak. "Mistyshard?" She calls out, poking her head into the den but not passing the threshold. "Could I come in?"
Oh. This was a visit she hadn't been expecting today. Mistyshard gazed at the former leader, a curious sparkle in her one amber eye. She had never gotten to know much about Larkstar.. before she disappeared. Her tail swayed to and fro, one eyebrow quirked upwards. "C'mon in. Don't think I've gotten a chance to talk to you yet so first of all, welcome back... do tell what's bothering you?"
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FAWNLIGHT
she/her | former riverclan medicine cat | starclan spirit
...She did it.
Blinking open her blue eyes, Fawnlight glanced around the makeshift medicine den she now stood in, jaws clamped around the small pack of borage she had managed to conjure down with her. It was quaint and small, and so unlike the medicine den where she had learned and grew into the cat she was now. No water really, and the ground was far too rocky and sharp. It left her heart breaking for her former Clan, wishing there could've been more she could've done to warn them - had it not been the fear struck into her by Magpiewisp, she would've...)
But none of that mattered. On quick paws the dappled brown spirit hurried over to Berrypaw, dropping the two borage leaves on the ground - one for her to use and one to save for later so that they would know what it looked like. She couldn't recall if Mistyshard had taught this yet to Berrypaw, or if Fawnlight herself had even taught it to Mistyshard yet. "Hello, young one," she purred, smiling softly at her from her flickering starry form. "My name is Fawnlight, but I fear this is no time for proper introductions; here, this is borage. You will need to have Redmire chew and swallow - it will help bring her fever down and work from the inside at reducing any infection present." Her words were spoken softly as she rested her ghostly tail across the young medicine cat apprentice's back, looking now to Redmire.
In life, Fawnlight had been scared and timid as an apprentice; much like Berrypaw was now. She saw a lot of herself in the young she-cat, and she also saw a lot of the patients she had to put up with in Redmire. But no longer was the former medicine cat scared or timid. Instead she fixed a stern gaze on the injured warrior, a clear look that conveyed that even though she was dead, she would have the cats ears if the continued to speak like that. "You are going to let Berrypaw treat you without a single spat word of protest. If you don't, and this infection claims your life, I will be waiting in the stars to drag you to the Dark Forest." Confidence laced her tone, as well as a firmness that hadn't accompanied her in her living days until the very end.
The last thing Redmire wanted was to be touched by this contaminated slug. Too close to Mistyshard, she was probably due for her own death any day now. And knowing the cruel indecisiveness of StarClan, she'd be sent right back and be accepted with open arms despite the fact she didn't even have the strength to keep her life in the first place.
Redmire snarled openly as Berrypaw pressed something to the injuries marring her shoulders. It stung like the medicine cat apprentice had just stabbed thorns the length of her tail into the wounds, but she couldn't bring herself to scramble away or even lash out.
At first, she barely noticed the appearance of another cat. She already wanted to vomit, and this wasn't making it any easier, but words managed to meet her ears through the loud pounding of her heart. Furious yellow eyes snapped immediately to the see-through new-comer and met her own stern stare.
"Try me," she spat, pupils like slits and ears flat against her skull. She had no clue if what she was seeing was real, or if it was just a byproduct of the fever raging through her veins - a hallucination meant for torment. Either way, she wasn't allowing it to get away with those words. "I'll drag you right down with me, you rat-faced, pompous, good-for-nothing corpse! Go back to wherever the hell you came from!"
The tirade had her wheezing by the end of it. Shoulders shaking, Redmire tucked her muzzle against her chest until she could breathe normally again.
Berrypaw hadn't even noticed the appearance of the StarClan cat at first — she was a little too distracted by the way Redmire was snarling and spitting at her, for one, visibly flinching at the she-cat's harsh retaliation. At least she wasn't scrambling away... there was no way the small medicine cat apprentice could've tried to force Redmire to stay, even if she'd wanted to.
It wasn't until the borage leaves hit the ground beside her that Berrypaw's ears shot up and she immediately spun to face them. Her light green eyes widened like mini moons the moment she saw a half-transparent figure, practically gliding on her paws and shining with enough sparkle to make it look like she had stars in her pelt. For a moment, the apprentice could only gape in shock as she slowly processed what she saw in front of her. Was she hallucinating, too..? Or was this a... StarClan cat, right in front of her?
As the cat introduced herself, Berrypaw was still dazzled, staring at her incredulously. Fawnlight was her name... a really pretty name, she noted, though she was a bit too stunned to speak anything at the moment. Her eyes dropped to the borage — since when did they have borage? Did this StarClan cat just... make it? How!?
At the end of Fawnlight's nice, soft greeting and instruction, Berrypaw felt a little shiver run down her spine as the ghostly tail did a comforting gesture down her back. How did she simultaneously feel it, yet it also was like a whisper of wind through her fur? Shocked, Berrypaw blinked at Fawnlight for several moments, her mind racing. Realilzing that she was just staring slack-jawed, she quickly cleared her throat and shook her head as if trying to come back to the present.
"I... oh, uh, I-I'm Berrypaw," she finally stammered out, eyes darting between the conjured borage and the starry-pelted cat in front of her. "T-Thank you, but I, uh... when, who... h-how did you—?"
But before she could keep stumbling over her own words, Redmire started hissing at Fawnlight, telling her to get away. Well, at least Berrypaw could trust that it wasn't just her own mind imagining the StarClan cat; part of her was still convinced she'd wake up from an odd dream right about now. She pawed the borage leaf a bit; it was real... stars, this was odd. She could hardly believe her eyes, but it was real.
Trying to look at Redmire's blazing yellow eyes, Berrypaw hesitated, casting a wary glance between Fawnlight's stern yet calm presence and Redmire's bristling form. She pawed over the borage leave towards the ill warrior, still glancing behind herself from time to time as if making sure Fawnlight was still there. "Y-You heard her, just... chew and swallow it. It'll heal the fever," Berrypaw urged, her voice shaking timidly as she tried to feebly enforce the former medicine cat's instruction, but it came out more like a desperate plea than anything. Her mind was running like a rabbit, trying to keep up — a StarClan cat here, instructing her... she'd never thought something like that would happen.
"Badger," The she-cat responded instantly, her tailwaving behind her as she lay in a soft, moss-lined nest. "It was reopened during our exile, however."
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Larkwing
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25 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Silent paws carry her into the den - Mistyshard and Berrypaw's den... part of her still refused to believe Tansypaw would have left, this place should be hers, not these two. But it's rude to think that way, so Larkwing shakes her head, dismissing the thoughts, and she takes a breath before beginning to explain her circumstances again.
"Fadingstar asked me to come see you," she says, unintentionally making it clear that this was not her decision, "to make the long story short, I'm seeing things that aren't there. Eyes, specifically. They're everywhere," maybe by accident, her gaze drifts to make contact with one of the eyes, blinking at her from the darker parts of the den, and Larkwing screws her eyes shut. She won't let them bother her. She can't.
"I know they're not there, but they look so real. I can't touch them, though, and I can't get close to them either. It's worse when I'm stressed. Fading asked me to see you to come up with a plan for if they ever get to be too much and start... affecting my judgement again." She finishes with an annoyed swish of her tail. She doesn't need the help. She can handle herself just fine! She'll be fine!
even after much very convincing ..well, convincing.. jayfrost was hesitant when pocking his head into the hollow of their temporary medicine den. surely there were cats that needed the medical attention more than he did but promise to dusklion...better be truthful to his word for once in his life.. another moment of lingering in this position before giving himself a final push. oddly, like he was trying to fold in on himself and hide the long limbs he had inherited from his father, the tabby stepped into the medicine den, eyes briefly darting around the space before quietly announcing his presence. "berrypaw? are you available for a moment?"
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