yippie!! they were home!! as soon as cloverpaw walked into camp, she paused for a moment, happy she was home before happily trotting over to the medicine den. "Mister Mossfreckle? Mister grousepaw??" she called out, poking her head into the den. it looked weird!! She closed her good eye, looking at the medicine den with a foggy and burry vision. Huh. "Miss dawnstar told me to get checked up in here, could you tell me im all good now? I wanna finish my training as soon as possible so miss lostspark can see me become a warrior!!!" the brown tabby chattered, making her way into the den.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Darkfall hadn’t wanted to, but he was well aware that he needed medical attention. His paw pads were torn and bloody from his not-so-regal display of sadness and anger in the territory, and at the very least he should get it looked at. So, after he informed what was left of his family of the news of Lostspark’s death, he went out into the territory and cleaned himself off in the shallows of the river. It took him some time, as the mud that soaked into his fur had long dried and caked up, but he managed to get most of it out at the very least.
Okay, now that that was handled, he hauled himself onto the river bank and shook himself dry. By this point it was getting pretty late in the evening, almost night time, but he knew that Mossfreckle was more than willing to treat him at any time. It was his duty after all, and he knew that the younger tom was quite devoted to the clan. Ugh… this was going to be… an experience to say the least.
As he made his way back to the camp, he found himself slowing his pace. Sure, his paws hurt, but something about facing Larkfire’s apprentice right now just didn’t feel right. Outside of their kits, he was one of the main legacies that the former enforcer left behind, having been the medicine cat before him and all. Truthfully, if it were possible, he would avoid coming to see the tom completely, buttttt he knew that having his wounds get infected would do him and the rest of the clan no good.
Swallowing dryly, he made his way into the den that Mossfreckle called his own. He avoided coming in here whenever possible, for a variety of reasons, but he couldn’t help but get hit with a wave of melancholic nostalgia when he stepped inside. This had been her den. All traces of the “her” in question were long gone by now, but the memories were still there. Darkfall could never forget that leaf-bare night that had changed everything as he knew it – that night that their thirteen was born.
Okay, now wasn’t the time to reminisce, he was here for a reason. ”Mossfreckle,” he called out, voice still hoarse from his earlier screaming ”I’ve injured my paws, could you have a look at them for me?” He was in no position to order the tom around, and he certainly wasn’t going to demand treatment. He felt guilty about this. Guilty about what he knew, and guilty about being the one that was standing here before the tom and not his former companion. Well… time to get this over with.
yippie!! they were home!! as soon as cloverpaw walked into camp, she paused for a moment, happy she was home before happily trotting over to the medicine den. "Mister Mossfreckle? Mister grousepaw??" she called out, poking her head into the den. it looked weird!! She closed her good eye, looking at the medicine den with a foggy and burry vision. Huh. "Miss dawnstar told me to get checked up in here, could you tell me im all good now? I wanna finish my training as soon as possible so miss lostspark can see me become a warrior!!!" the brown tabby chattered, making her way into the den.
rookfire perked up from the herbs he had been eyeing critically as if his staring alone would make their amount known to him. if only it was that easy. some of the herbs stored within the cracks in the stone wall were still unknown to him which manifested in a aversion to shifting or touching them just yet. besides foggymask and shrewstep following the enforcer challenge, it had been quiet in the medicine den, only ever disrupted by hawkbites visits to fishkit until she recently moved away. now, with only him and mossfreckle left to go in and out of the den on a daily basis, rookfire hadnt really had the change to get his paws on healing again even though the large gap between his last period of active duty and now was growing more and more concerning to him, fear of dwindling knowledge more or less ever present and only soothed by rigorous activity around the clan, teaching, hunting, distracting.
rookfire winced internally when the echo of a small voice calling for mossfreckle and grousepaw echoed in the hollow of the den, finally taking his attention from the herbs and pushing himself back to white tipped paws to leave behind a slightly warmed up patch of stone. it was getting colder and eventually sleeping on the barren ground would become too cold so perhaps, with their new schedule in place, it was time for him to move back to their nest... the former enforcer took a few quick steps towards the mouth of the medicine den, halting before the small stream running through the den and eyeing the cat he could swear he had seen before but couldnt quite place. "grousepaw isn' 'round anymore but i can do yer check up" he offered, keeping the suggestion they could wait for mossfreckle if that would make them more comfortable to himself. he was a medicine cat and he could darn well act like one even if that meant pressuring someone into trusting him.
cool grey eyes wandered over the cats body, observing the scratches littered about, some of them fresher and some already healed into light coloured fleshy scars when they brought up lostspark and rookfire briefly considered closing his eyes and hoping for this to be no more than a illusion but instead turned to fetch what he needed from the herb storage. moss to clean, cobwebs of course, chervil to prevent infection. any other issues he could address as they brought them up. "lostspark isn' around anymore either. sorry ta' break it to you but shes dead."
Oh? So grousepaw was gone? hm, Cloverpaw wondered what happened. "Okey dokey!!" she grinned. "You're Rookfire, right? I remember miss lostspark became my mentor when you got your warrior name!! I wonder what mine will be. I hope its something cool like cloverstrike or-" ...what?
The small brown apprentice staggered back, tears welling in her eyes as the medic spoke. "heh. y-yeah right. t-this is all some.. some sick joke. don't lie to me like that," she chuckled, kneading the ground. nonono, miss lostspark couldn't be dead. she couldn't! why? because cloverpaw said so! no, she couldn't. miss lostspark was probably just... in the warriors den! resting! and uh uh rookfire just decided to play some cruel prank on him! right?...
right?
"j-just tell me where she is. b-because she's not dead," she growled, backing away from the medic. this had to be some sick, cruel joke. "s-she's c-cant be... she cant"
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Foggymask padded into the den, not making any noise. He won the fight, but he didn't get the position. Yet. Looking around the shadows, he called out. "Rookfire? I'm here for some minor scratches. Got a few on my face and on my back." he said, curling his tail around his paws.
Foggymask padded into the den, not making any noise. He won the fight, but he didn't get the position. Yet. Looking around the shadows, he called out. "Rookfire? I'm here for some minor scratches. Got a few on my face and on my back." he said, curling his tail around his paws.
rookfire hadnt been waiting for long when foggymask finally appeared, while he had expected and hoped shrewstep would be the first of the two, he wouldnt pass on a opportunity to gather experience and take another step towards earning his full title. striped tail neatly wrapped around his body, rookfire sat in the dim corner of the den that was sparingly covered by a thin layer of moss, spread out oddly wide partly due to the fact that before grousepaws disappearance three cats had slept in that corner and otherwise due to the fact that rookfire had somehow shifted closer and closer to the herb storage and away from the moss bed over time before scratching some into a different spot to shield himself from the cool ground.
finally catching his mind from wandering, irrational thoughts shifting to the back of his mind, the medic unwrapped his tail from around white tipped paws, pushing himself up to stand in one smooth motion, long legs carrying himhalfway across the den in a blink. "well aware of that, i saw the challenge" he spoke calmly, whilst internally eyerolling at the fact that the cat that had called for a enforcer challenge couldnt take note of a row of bloody high ranks. he wasnt small by any chance, neither was mistlewhisker nor hawkbite but alas, the medic was sure he was more of a enforcer still than foggymask would ever be so why should he be surprised?
"sit" the medic ordered, emotions concealed into careful neutrality as he eyed the warriors minor injuries. moss, cobwebs, chervil, not much of it, this wouldnt take long. "you'll be out in a moment, wont be long, good luck with hawkbite tho huh" he huffed a half laugh, turning to stride over to select the herbs he needed.
❦ Large ears perked as the whisper soft wisp of paws skittering loose soil over hard packed earth alerted him to the approach of another feline with familiar yet unplaceable gait made uneven my inquiry that was - likely - having much effort put into the very effort of concealing the new found and temporary weakness. With a momentary mountainous dip, lanky form stretching as white tipped paws made little canyons in the ground, the herbalist uprighted himself and watched the entrance of his den which parted to reveal the dimming, dusk lit sky before the silvery verdant and muddy orange lichen ate the world away again as it fell once again to shroud the mouth of the cedar topped burrow leaving Mossfreckle and Darkfall alone within the idyllic and herb scented confines… I’ve injured my paws, could you have a look at them for me?… a question asked with convoluted pride.
❦ With a nod the freckled tom stood and turned to gather a small bundle of herbs before leaping with a graceful ripple of rhythmic paw falls that settled into an even gaited stride as his balance once again found equilibrium, ”How did this happen,” he asked in medically indifferent clam tones that held only a pin prick more of bedside manner than Lostspark’s usual bluntness, ”Pick your paw up, please,” the medic instructed as he began to wash the remnants of remaining and possible grime from the cracks and scraps that ailed the much larger, former enforcers paws. The medicine cats den was kept impeccably clean by the standards one could hold for a place that still remained within the great conifer canopied forest rather than the great while halls of a sterilised hospital, which the clan cats had not the slightest clue of the existence, so he wasn’t all that irked about cleaned wounds touching the earth unbanaged, he wasn’t in the mood to start an argument with the usually cold tom whose personality was more blunt force than welcoming.
❦ White twinged maw remained in a neutral and medically masked expression but bobbed up and down as ruffly petalled buds - for preventing infection which was far more prevalent when the wound was in constant contact with the world no matter how clean the bandages where kept, albeit he doubted the tom would care all that much about the latter - mingled into a poultice with puffy yellow button flowers me at to keep the paws from cracking more, the golden liquid was then dabbed with a ginger paw onto the first of Darkfall’s paws, ”I am going to bandage them up, leave the cobwebs be for a few days and change them if they get to dirty - you can come to me or gather your own,” instructions as his body worked absentmindedly, one ball of silken threads wisped into tufts covered the forepaws and another ball was stretched and wrapped around the golden liquid gilded back paws and he was done, ”You are free to leave if there is nothing else you need of me,” a flick of his feathery tail enunciated the dismissal of all was done, lilting tones kind but firm in their ministrations of the usual manner of event progression that started with entry and ended with the feline - if deemed well enough - going about their way to their required task or own den, not lingering unnecessarily within his.
Oh? So grousepaw was gone? hm, Cloverpaw wondered what happened. "Okey dokey!!" she grinned. "You're Rookfire, right? I remember miss lostspark became my mentor when you got your warrior name!! I wonder what mine will be. I hope its something cool like cloverstrike or-" ...what?
The small brown apprentice staggered back, tears welling in her eyes as the medic spoke. "heh. y-yeah right. t-this is all some.. some sick joke. don't lie to me like that," she chuckled, kneading the ground. nonono, miss lostspark couldn't be dead. she couldn't! why? because cloverpaw said so! no, she couldn't. miss lostspark was probably just... in the warriors den! resting! and uh uh rookfire just decided to play some cruel prank on him! right?...
right?
"j-just tell me where she is. b-because she's not dead," she growled, backing away from the medic. this had to be some sick, cruel joke. "s-she's c-cant be... she cant"
a quiet nod, "yep, rookfire, been med for a moon or so now"
while cloverpaws reaction to grousepaw going missing implied she pretty much didnt care which was good for rook probably, one step closer to trust or at the very least acceptance of him as the one to treat them, the next bit, once they realised what he had said, everything went down hill. moss and chervil secured between his jaws and attempting to shove a cobweb wrapped around a stick in there without getting it dirty as well, he turned around to teary eyes and a shaky voiced apprentice.
a spark of regret flashed at the back of his mind, had he just not replied to this his job wouldve been arguably easier, but perhaps this was good practice.. he briefly lingered by the herb storage to pick up a stalk of lavender alongside the other herbs he already had on hand before slowly crossing the room to the apprentice again. "'m sorry man, really, but- shes lookin out for us from starclan now ya know?" he attempted, sliding the lavender over to them without moving towards her himself.
"smells good aye? we can..talk after ive looked at your wounds, does that sound alright?" the medic offered, voice low and soft as to not make them back away even more, herbs placed on the ground between them where they could see before pointing at each one by one. "i'd use the moss ta clean the scratches, this is chervil n it'll feel a bit cold but will make sure you dont get sick from infection, n i'd wrap it up to stay secure, no more, okay?"
Cloverpaw shook her head. He refused to believe the medic. His green eyes glared at the older cat as they told her the herbs. "I don't care. just heal me up," he muttered, shuffling his paws.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fenrir stares at rose with a spray bottle of water in hand
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Cloverpaw shook her head. He refused to believe the medic. His green eyes glared at the older cat as they told her the herbs. "I don't care. just heal me up," he muttered, shuffling his paws.
the rejection of his offer wasnt much of a surprise, the medic was already surprised enough she would let him touch them at all after the information he broke to them unceramoniously. finally crossing the space between them, the dipped the moss in the small stream cutting shadowclans medicine den in two before letting some of the moisture drip out of the moss and closing his maw around it to force more of it out. "'may sting a bit" with the now damp moss ball he carefully tapped the wounds, washing dirt and grime away as he moved around the apprentice. the ones on her shoulder looked to be a bit deeper than the smaller ones he had started out with and he went to dab the moss in the stream again before turning to rinsing them and the scratch over his eye.
"can ya see outta that eye?" a query followed after closely inspecting the cuts crossing over their left eye and keeping his attention on any possible reactions or lack there of. the scratch wasnt super deep, but his own hadnt been either yet he hadnt left the situation with his full sight either way. moving on to chewing up the chervil, letting its juice drip onto the moss ball before applying it alongside some of the chewed up chervil to the wounds, focussing on the shoulder ones at first before progressing to dabbing the chervil water mixture over the eye cut.
finally, the medic picked up the cobwebs, spreading them sparingly over the wounds, just enough to keep dust and dirt out without constricting air access. for a moment, he just stared at the eye one before choosing to spare that one, deciding it was better to put some trust into the apprentice to come back if it started looking or feeling worse instead of causing discomfort. "all done, come back if anythin' feels off or ya wanna talk n welcome back."
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