Mistyshard tipped her head, eyeing the wound again. So it had been reopened... that wasn't good. She knew of a lot of dangers that could come including infection, dizzyness, loss of memory and many other things... especially when it was a head wound. Hopefully though, this one would heal just fine. It always depended on how early it was treated and with what, so she supposed she would ask some more questions to determine if any further treatment was needed.
"Does it pound a lot? Do you feel dizzy at all? Are there fractions in your memory that were clear before and aren't quite there anymore? Sorry if I'm overwhelming you, but these questions are important so that I can tell if there's any serious damage to your brain."
Larkwing seemed pretty hesistant.. or was she just thoughtful?... coming into the den, but Mistyshard could understand. It probably felt so.. weird for the former leader to be back, in a completely different camp with cats that she didn't place here. The herbalist smiled, a bit awkwardly, before her patient began explaining the circumstances. Ah, so Fadingstar sent her here. Of course - the leader was very caring and often sent "new" - or for larkwing, rather returning - cats this way to ensure they were fine. Misty was grateful for it, rather solve the problem sooner than later when it was worse.
Ah, so it was something in Larkwing's head, rather than an external problem. She was seeing things that weren't there... Mistyshard had been suffering from hallucinations for a while as well, but she saw dead cats and not eyes. The herbalist didn't really remember how she had solved that problem. "Okay... uh.. that's not a very easy problem to solve as it seems. I think we'll need to go deep into the roots to find out the cause, and then we can figure out a solution. I need you to be patient here alright? And don't think you can handle it all by yourself because you can't. I was in so many situations like that, thinking I could carry all the weight on my shoulders, but at some point you'll just break."
"The eyes, do you notice situations they usually appear in? Specific places? Times of day? Is there anything.. bad.. or traumatizing that has happened in the past few moons? Did you lose anyone close to you?"
Larkwing
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25 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Behind her, Larkwing's tail thumps uneasily, her claws flexing and unflexing uncomfortably. The rational part of her brain trusts that she needs to actually talk about these things in order for them to get better, but the selfish, scared, and wary part of her that's used to constantly looking over her shoulder for the next cat that wants to try and kill her protests vehemently.
"...Night," she answers the first question after a moment. In reality, there's not a specific time og day they're there, they're always there, but she seems more aware of them when the sun goes down. "There's more when I'm stressed," she continues, and at the last questions, she visibly stiffens. How in the world is she to answer that? Traumatizing events? Every moment of her life since the day Gingerstar decided to up and die has been traumatizing. So, she doesn't answer that question deliberately. As much as she trusts Mistyshard in the department of healing and herbs, Larkwing does not feel remotely comfortable opening up about all that had happened since last late leaf-fall.
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Male | 39 Moons | RiverClan Warrior | Posts: 26
large, strong mackerel-striped brown tabby with long fur and gray eyes — he has a crooked jaw with a scratch across his mouth and half his ear missing
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The tom had quite honestly expected MistyShard, not the younger healer. But hell…as long as this damned pain in his jaw stopped he didn’t care who healed him. He listened to the apprentices instructions for him to sit and waited patiently, though he was trying not to cringe at the throbbing, burning in his jaw.
Reality smacked him in the face when she posed the question of if he’d felt feverish. He hadn’t been feeling great as of late, but he excused it for him being weirded out and not used to the mountains. He didn’t know the climate at all for that fact. But no, it was all his jaw. He nodded guiltily to the cat. “I ‘uppose I’ve been a bi’ down lately. Nausea n’ such.” he had explained carefully.
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Berrypaw frowned at Rowanmane's words, her stomach twisting as she was unsettled. Nausea and not feeling great... hmph... sounded like the wound might be worse off than she'd thought.
"Ah, o-okay... it might be some sort of sickness, then... just stay there for a moment, I'm gonna try cleaning the area, okay?" Berrypaw mewed before she trotted off to fetch some wet moss. As she did, she called out for Mistyshard, who probably knew a whole lot more of what was going on. "H-Hey, Mistyshard... I think Rowanmane might be getting some sort of sickness or something, maybe from his jaw... it doesn't look too good."
She cast an apologetic glance back at Rowanmane for the somewhat-ungraceful way to state her concerns, but it was about as good as the jumpy apprentice could muster at the moment. She returned to him and carefully began to dab at the swollen areas with the moss, cleaning the fur and flesh to be ready for whatever treatment might help. Topical? Should he eat something like... oh, what had Fawnlight told her... borage? The thoughts ran through her head as she waited for Mistyshard to arrive, carefully treating the swollen red flesh of his jaw.
the hurry he seemed to put berrypaw in filled jayfrost with discomfort, it really wasnt important enough to make the poor child dart back and forth even more so than she had to on a daily base. still, he had stepped in far enough to take a seat out of the way and at least partially tucked into a corner when berrypaw seemed to be actually present for the task. "wellll- the raid you know" he offered a explanation that might as well not be one at all, shifting awkwardly under berrypaws knowing gaze. spiderthroat hadnt done that much damage, it hardly hurt anymore but to be fair he hadnt ever seen the wound, and neck ones seemed to make everyone more antsy than normal. stars he really hated this kind of thing. perhaps he wouldve preferred dusklion try her best without knowing half the things berrypaw does.. "i dont want to steal that much of your time tho..just patch it up n i'll be out"
"Y-You... never got healed after the raid?" She mewed incredulously, her meek little voice somewhat sharpening for just a moment, as if both shocked and scolding. Then she shook her head with a shudder. "Stars... o-okay, well, I'm not so sure it'll be a quick thing," she added a bit solemnly, peering at the gash on his neck. It looked rather... disturbing...
As the apprentice began dabbing chewed-up marigold to Jayfrost's other minor wounds and sealing them up with A wad of cobwebs, she frowned, wanting to give the one on his throat the most attention on its own. When she did, she grimaced slightly, lightly brushing back the fur with her small paw to get a better look at it.
"You... I-I think you have an infection," she meowed a bit uncertainly, still mostly unfamiliar with those things. But luckily, she had been taught how to handle one, which she could remember even through her spark of nervousness. She quickly padded off to the herb store, grabbing some borage and pawing the purple-flowered plant over to him, giving him a small, reassuring (albeit it somewhat nervous, by default of her personality) smile.
"Just chew that up, it should help... i-it won't taste great, but better than letting yourself get all feverish," she admitted with a sheepish shrug before starting to clean the wound with wet moss, a bit ginger in her movements as she knew it likely hurt to be pressing on the reddened, angry flesh.
"not exactly, no" jayfrost muttered, noticing the shock and the slightly sharper tone berrypaws voice adapted in reaction. he hadnt exactly had the time to get it looked at anyway, the battle wasnt that long ago and he had been sure of the stress the medicine cat were under and didnt want to add even more to that. berrypaw stating that it wouldnt be fast earned her a quiet displeased murmur but the tabby remained still.
small paw ghosted over the increasingly itchy neck wound and jayfrost inhalted sharply, going stiff before tilting his head to the side to give her better access and avoid fur covering her view. the tabby gazed at the unfamiliar plant with suspicion, discomfort curling in his stomach and the back of his neck growing hot, put on the spot with nowhere to run, be it literally or figuratively. "thank you" jayfrost muttered, supressing a gag when actually grinding the flower between his teeth, the typical sharp plant taste accompanied by a faint note of something heavy and warm (sweetness) wasnt actually that bad, but knowing there was a flower in his mouth made his pelt crawl and tongue feel dry.
upon berrypaw finishing the treatment of the wound, jayfrost turned to make his way out of the den as fast as possible without looking absolutely crazy.
Larkwing
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25 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Behind her, Larkwing's tail thumps uneasily, her claws flexing and unflexing uncomfortably. The rational part of her brain trusts that she needs to actually talk about these things in order for them to get better, but the selfish, scared, and wary part of her that's used to constantly looking over her shoulder for the next cat that wants to try and kill her protests vehemently.
"...Night," she answers the first question after a moment. In reality, there's not a specific time og day they're there, they're always there, but she seems more aware of them when the sun goes down. "There's more when I'm stressed," she continues, and at the last questions, she visibly stiffens. How in the world is she to answer that? Traumatizing events? Every moment of her life since the day Gingerstar decided to up and die has been traumatizing. So, she doesn't answer that question deliberately. As much as she trusts Mistyshard in the department of healing and herbs, Larkwing does not feel remotely comfortable opening up about all that had happened since last late leaf-fall.
At nighttime.. hm, that made sense. Things tended to be more "creepy" and stressful when it was dark, especially if the traumatizing events leading to this sighting had happened in such a setting. Mistyshard curiously gazed at Larkwing, head tilted slightly sideways. She really needed the warrior to trust her, or this wouldn't work out. "More when you're stressed.. what are you usually stressed by? Any specific events or surroundings you're often stressed in, that relate to the eyes returning?"
The herbalist took a deep breath, trying to make eye contact with Larkwing to exchange some more sincere words. "Hey... I understand this is hard for you, but I really need you to trust me on this. What is said in here stays in here as far as it's not of danger to the clan. Maybe you're seeing the eyes because you are carrying way too much weight on your own shoulders, and there's a possibility they could stop bugging you if you just let someone in on your struggles. I know I'm pretty much a stranger, a cat you didn't put in this position. Maybe you'd rather be talking to Tansypaw right now, but just know that I'm here for you. I went through the struggles myself and I carried them to a point of despair. It felt so horrible and empty, I'd never wish that on anyone. So please, just try to let me in on at least part of your struggles, okay?"
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Berrypaw's ears perked up when Seabreeze entered the den, turning around from where she'd been busying herself at the herb stores, further familiarizing with the newer ones. She hopped to her paws, padding over, arriving before her mentor.
"Seabreeze... what's wrong?" she greeted in her soft, meek mew. Her large green eyes instinctively flitted down to the reddish flesh she could just barely see peeking out on stomach, being that she was shorter than him, having to look up to see his eyes.
"Oh, that doesn't look good..." Berrypaw remarked lowly, her mind immediately starting to spin for some ideas on what to do... She found that she'd lapsed into silence in thought, and quickly snapped herself out of it, looking slightly embarrassed at her relevant distractions. "Ah, uh, please... go sit over there. I'll start it until Mistyshard arrives, at least... unless I can actually figure this out..." The last part she grumbled quietly to herself, as if she hadn't realized she was saying it aloud. She began pawing some herbs, praying to StarClan that she'd be competent enough to pull this off.
"How... how did you hurt yourself...?" She asked softly, using his reply to make her educated decision (or perhaps guess) on what to do, what to grab, suppressing the anxiety spiking in her chest...
[i was asked to start this one since it's been awhile since the first post, pls feel free to have misty hop in whenever if u wanna take it over!]
Berrypaw was resting in her nest when Jayfrost walked in. She immediately hopped to her paws, her jumpy nature making her quick and springy, her eyes flicking to Jayfrost.
"Oh! Ah, y-yes, one moment..."
She shook out her legs, stiff from sitting for awhile, before padding over. Her bright green eyes scanned over the warrior as she padded over, as if anticipating an injury; and immediately her eyes caught some... in particular, one large one on his neck... and it didn't look too good at all.
"Oh, stars... what happened?" She gasped a bit, waiting for him to settle before she'd begin inspecting the wound, seeing what she'd need... marigold, perhaps? For sure some moss to clean it up... ahh... her mind spun, trying to calm down as she listened to the warrior.
Berrypaw turned once she heard Rowanmane enter, immediately rising to her paws and padding over. At his question, she tilted her head, furrowing her brows in thought. Something for pain she knew, yes, but his jaw wasn't just any ordinary muscle pain...
She got a bit closer, directing him to sit down with her skinny tail before leaning a bit closer. "Hmm... it's swollen for sure, but looks like something else might be going one... have you been feeling sick at all? Feverish, maybe?" She asked hesitantly, her meek little voice betraying her slight fear of infection.
Seabreeze blinked and Berrypaw was suddenly there, oh right. He hadn't really thought about it but Berrypaw was probably equiped to deal with wounds like these without Mistyshard, maybe it was because the lionheart was more familiar with Mistyshard that had him calling out for her without a second thought. Though he didn't doubt Berrypaw in anyway. "It's from the raid... massacre... what ever you wanna call it. I uhh, treated it a bit myself.. but I reopened it recently and its started to get too red for comfort." He didn't want to see how long his health luck lasts, having had many untreated wounds in his time. He lifted an arm to try and show the gash across his tummy better though he's sure that his fur wasn't helping.
"Nothing too crazy, my biggest concern is the infection that may have started to settle." He concluded his own thoughts. He wasn't super well informed about herbs and knowledge when it came to healing but he certainly wasn't clueless either. He knew first aid and he's treated himself a couple of times and received a couple of lessons here and there. He also knew that being too stubborn doesn't help anyone and that this stomach wound was starting to become a bit too much for him to handle himself.
At nighttime.. hm, that made sense. Things tended to be more "creepy" and stressful when it was dark, especially if the traumatizing events leading to this sighting had happened in such a setting. Mistyshard curiously gazed at Larkwing, head tilted slightly sideways. She really needed the warrior to trust her, or this wouldn't work out. "More when you're stressed.. what are you usually stressed by? Any specific events or surroundings you're often stressed in, that relate to the eyes returning?"
The herbalist took a deep breath, trying to make eye contact with Larkwing to exchange some more sincere words. "Hey... I understand this is hard for you, but I really need you to trust me on this. What is said in here stays in here as far as it's not of danger to the clan. Maybe you're seeing the eyes because you are carrying way too much weight on your own shoulders, and there's a possibility they could stop bugging you if you just let someone in on your struggles. I know I'm pretty much a stranger, a cat you didn't put in this position. Maybe you'd rather be talking to Tansypaw right now, but just know that I'm here for you. I went through the struggles myself and I carried them to a point of despair. It felt so horrible and empty, I'd never wish that on anyone. So please, just try to let me in on at least part of your struggles, okay?"
Larkwing
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25 moons || she/her || RiverClan Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Beefed Up T2 scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes
Too much weight... ha... it's almost laughable to think about. When had there not been a time when Lark wasn't carrying so much weight on her own? She'd had no one to confide in before, except... maybe Leo might've been that cat for her at one point in the future, but she'd lost scent of him, and she hadn't gone off looking for him either. Now... Mistyshard was offering to be that cat for her, someone to share the burden, imploring that it was necessary to do so, but... there was still a wall up, still something holding Lark back from fully allowing herself to open up.
"Maybe..." she hesitates, because what she's about to say sounds ungrateful, like she doesn't want to be here when, in fact, it's all she's ever wanted. "Maybe it's being back... here... in RiverClan. There was so much resting on me - on my back - when I was only 17 moons old. The whole survival of RiverClan was on me. Because I appointed a deputy based on paranoid idea that she was the only one I could trust, and not on her ability. Because, more than once, cats have snuck around behind my back and tried to take my life. Their blood is on my paws, now.
"It's stupid, and it feels... disloyal to say so, but Gingerstar chose wrong when he chose me. I couldn't handle it like he wanted me to." And, as a result, something in her broke. Maybe that's why all the eyes follow her, the lingering pressure, the need to prove herself to her clan, prove that she can still be one of them, still be important and useful to them, even if that isn't as their leader. Because she had run away from it all. Maybe that wasn't her initial intention, but she had done it regardless. Maybe Mistyshard would understand. Maybe she wouldn't. But did that matter so much? She wanted the reasons for why Larkwing was having this... thing happen to her, and those were the only reasons the tortoiseshell could even think might be right.
Rosehawk shook her head, a reply to both questions. ''You're alright, Mistyshard. You're just doing your job.''
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