It was over, just like that. It seemed to go well. He wasn't sure, he didn't really see the end of it. Just the aftermath. Would it be owls next? The clan needed to heal up, but on the contrary, they couldn't leave those birds unattended. Luckily for him, his wounds weren't all too bad. That snake bite was beginning to sting more, but it was nothing like his last injury. If he was lucky, he'd be ready in time to seize those nests. Time to get patched up, he supposed. The tom padded into the medicine den, gazing about. Things seemed a little hectic in here, though not as hectic as the battlefield. Not until now, did he notice his snake bite continuing to bleed - quite considerably, actually. He gave the surrounding area a lick, hoping it wouldn't be too much of a mess for the meds to deal with.
@alec
After talking with her son and cleaning her fur; Dawnstar got up and headed to the medicine den. It's been a bit since Dawnstar's last visit. She didn't make frequent visits to this den unless she needed something. The last time Lostspark had been in charge of it, and before that Elmshadow. The memory of their last two medicine cats left a dark shadow over her. She dispelled it with a twitch of her tail.
Everything and everyone moved on and though grief left its unseen scars, dwelling on the past would only put her in a worse mindset. Dawnstar has had a struggle with her mental and emotional health for seasons and will continue to struggle with it for seasons to come. Being self-aware of how broken she was had its pros and cons.
The leader sat in an open nest and lowered herself until she was crouching down. She knew her size could make reaching injuries bothersome, and as her ear had puncture holes in, she'd save them the trouble of trying to reach for it. She was hoping that she'd get Rookfire to deal with her wounds. She already knew Mossfreckle was effective he had healed her injuries more than once.
Yes, she has seen Rookfire work, but there was a stark difference between healing her and their clanmates. However, since she's worked with Rookfire as an Enforcer, she guessed he'd be less nervous than Mossfreckle when he first healed her. She had grown somewhat tolerant toward Rookfire with his frequent visits to her den. However, letting him patch her up was different from a visit to her den.
There would always be an inkling of mistrust regarding her clanmates that would never fade no matter how many moons passed. One wrong move, one wrong herb, and she was suddenly fighting an internal battle with an illness she couldn't best with tooth and claw. It didn't matter how unreasonable it sounded, her paranoia would always flare up around cats she didn't irrefutably trust like she had with Lostspark and Elmshadow.
So her muscles stiffened and her molten gold orbs gleamed sharply as the tom moved into her personal space. Her claws unsheathed and her tail fluffed up while swinging in agitation. The open distrust would lessen the more she got used to Rookfire, but for the time being she made it very clear that she did not trust him in the slightest tending to her. Her gaze scrutinizing as ever.
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in all honesty, despite not having fought at all during the battle, rookfire was slowly but surely getting tired, the day had been too darn long in his opinion yet any internal complaint was quickly supressed and drowned out. he had wanted this for moons, and finally been chosen to serve shadowclan in ways differently to the average warrior and stars above if he did anything he wouldnt complain about any of the work this brought on for him. even better, he'd been more or less rushing back and forth fulfilling duties that werent strictly his and should be grateful to finally get to do something. with what he would call doubts drowned out rookfire glanced at mistlewhisker as she entered the den, stepping around discarded moss he hadnt had the chance to clean up just yet and cats he had kept behind for a few more moment of rest before he sent them off.
besides the deep bite gushing a good amount of blood down her hind leg and onto the hardpacked soil, most of the deputies injuries appeared to be minor but a bit harder to identify which made the medic reach for both horsetail and burdock root once more. horsetail for those he assumed to be rat bites like the one on her hind leg, burdock root for the smaller ones that looked to have more or less stopped to bleed by now. he half-heartedly pushed the moss to the side before trotting over to the herb storage to fetch what he would need. at this point it would probably be better to simply leave the herbs out at the centre of the den instead of having to pace back and forth but part of him thought keeping them clean was worth walking back and forth for what felt like a eternity. "well enough ma'am, have not had any issues besides pondpaw yet" the former enforcer tipped his head in silent thanks for the compliment as he submerged a bit off moss in the stream cutting through the medicine den and pressing his forepaws together around the plant in order to remove most of the excess water. as he had done what felt like countless times before, the medic move to hold the moss against the snake bite with a bit of pressure, letting it soak up the blood and remove dust and grime whilst he chewed up a bite of horsetail.
rookfire went through the motions with practiced ease, waiting for the bleeding to cease slightly before applying the horsetail paste and wrapping up the wound with cobwebs before moving on to the smaller injuries and repeating the process, applying the rest of the horsetail before turning another small bite of burdock root into a paste before wrapping everything up. "please come back if ye start feeling sick or anything gets dirty" he repeated a version of what he had told pretty much every cat and thereby concluded his healing.
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 45 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
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Mistlewhisker was pleased to hear that Rookfire was doing well in his new position. He seemed to know what he was doing, so she had no qualms with him. The herbs stung, but the Deputy didn't react as Rookfire pasted cobwebs bitter with herbs on her bite. After a moment, the pain subsided and Mistlewhisker was left with a slightly numbed wound. Clean wounds always felt better than dirty ones, after all. The Deputy dipped her head as she was dismissed, limping slightly at first before striding out of the den.
@elio
Well, at least Mossfreckle wasn't being too annoying whilst the medicine cat patched him up. Shrewstep stood still whilst the younger cat saw to his wounds, wincing slightly as the marigold juice dripped into his cuts. It seemed to be setting a small fire in his blood stream, causing pain but burning out any nasty bits of dirt and whatnot that could cause infection in equal measure. It was an additional punishment for his failings, and he didn't particularly want to look at Foggymask as the other tom had his own wounds seen to. Ratface. He'd have to speak to Clovepool, she'd be angry he was sure. Thrilling. He couldn't wait to get yelled at the length of Shadowclan camp by his (somewhat terrifying) lover.
Partially in shame at his own injuries, Shrewstep mewed I'm alright, thank you. No poppy seed for me, I'm alright. It wasn't as chipper as he'd like to be, defeated as he was, but it was given a moderately humorous tone. Forced, perhaps, but there nonetheless. Uh, thank you. I'll be out of your fur now. he finished, turning to head out of the medicine cat den. He retained a bit of a limp, hind leg not too keen on having his weight flopped on it, but he was perfectly able to walk without falling over or yowling in pain and whatnot, so he would be off.
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rookfire was just shuffling a pawful of blood soaked moss out of the way, half heartedly kicked into a corner because rookfire was overall a big fan of 'out of sight, out of mind' right now, when turtlepaw limped into the medicine den, her wince making the young medic turn his angular head towards her, cool grey eyes shining in the low light of the medicine den. while the young calico didnt look as injured as some of the other cats he had previously treated, she looked to be taking it worst out of all of them, not like he was blaming her, she was still young and the others had mostly been battle hardened warriors who fought to stand up straight and keep all signs of pain to their inside.
besides, he was a medic, and in no way supposed to judge his patients even thought that habit had stuck around from his time as an enforcer, he could at least pretend like he wasnt making his assumptions based on their outwards appearance. "sit, please"
the medic quickly scooped up a bit of moss, horsetail- holdup no there was no bleeding to stop, burdock root and cobwebs before padding over to where he apprentice had paused. herbs placed on the ground next to where he would sit to treat the apprentice, he walked back to repeat the same process that had his paws still damp, wet the moss, wring it out. walk back to the apprentice, rinse blood and grime from the wounds after taking a bite of the burdock root to multitask the treatment in order to get each cat in and out of the den as quickly as possible. after he removed the moss from the first wound and applied a bit of the burdock root to dull the pain, the applied a generous amount of cobwebs before moving on to the scratches. the same process was quickly but professionally repeated, last bit of burdock root applied and cobwebs covering the wound he parted from the apprentice, padding over to the small stream cutting the medicine den in two to rinse his mouth. "keep the wounds clean, don' remove the cobwebs, come back if ye start ta' feel sick. youre free ta' go" he rattled off, walking past turtlepaw to actually get rid of the bloodied moss now.
Once Turtlepaw sat down and got comfy, was already set in motion to heal her. 'Straight to it, huh?' but the molly winced as Rookfire mended her wound, cutting her thoughts short. Once he was done she dipped her head in respect and smiled.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Rookfire." She meowed as she stood up and limply padded out the medicine den.
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Cinderpaw
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11 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes
The pressure and the cool damp moss only strive to make Cinderpaw's head spin. How is she to grapple with the fact that there's pain where there shouldn't be? Her leg is not there, has not been for nearly seven moons now, she's more or less used to it, but it still hurts.
She does not want to lie and say that the moss is helping, but she also doesn't want to eat any poppy seeds, so she nods vaguely in answer to the question of if the pressure is helping. It does... if only a little. But she doesn't really know what to do from here any more than Rookfire does.
[ post sucks but i have to leave for work like... right now LMAO ]
[ @alec ]
~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 28 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]
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Briarsplash could tell Rookfire was pleased that she'd actually heeded his instruction. The Enforcer may be hotheaded and not really know her limits (hence the near-fainting on the battlefield as blood poured from her wounds), but she wasn't mouse-brained enough to ignore a medicine cat's words. Especially when she actually wanted to get better as soon as possible.
When Rookfire mentioned she'd be staying there for a minute, her golden-green eyes flashed in protest, a low grumble starting to leave her — but it quickly died in her throat as she winced, a pang from one of the snake bites lancing through her. Her already-dizzy head spun, and she let out a ragged sigh, simply grunting in agreement instead. Fine... but only because she knew he was right. She was clearly not happy with it, but wasn't rash enough to argue with the professional here.
As the medicine cat apprentice got to work, Briarsplash did her best to make no qualms, staying as still as she could and only letting out a hiss or two of pain as the sticky substances were pried from her thick fur and the wounds were prodded once more, albeit gently enough. She was a bit too tired and woozy to be her feisty self anyway, which was telling. When Rook asked how she was doing, she let out a raspy, humorless huff.
"...Like I got my head knocked into the clouds," she grumbled, suppressing another wince. Stars, she was tired... sleep sounded good. Real good. Thankfully, Rookfire's treatment was quick with practiced ease, and she didn't have to sit there for too long letting herself be tended to. It didn't feel great to be so... vulnerable. To be at the mercy of another cat's paws. Even in the best of settings where she was simply being aided, such as this, it made her skin prickle uncomfortably under her fur.
When the medicine cat had initially left without word, she'd assumed it was because her healing was done and that he'd be onto the next patient. Starting to move gingerly and settle into her nest, Briar did her best to heave her stocky form down without agitating any of the careful dressings. But then Rookfire returned with a squirrel in his jaws — and not too scrawny of one, either. Eyes glinting in the dimness of the herb-scented den, Briarsplash's ears flicked as she registered that the prey was for her. Oh... of course Rookfire was simply taking care of his patient, but it was a kind act nonetheless. She surely wasn't used to that, either. It reminded her of that day Hillstrider had randomly come up to offer her prey as she'd been cleaning out the dens, and her skin felt hot under her fur at the thought of that insufferably (yet endearingly) happy tomcat.
Shaking her head as if dismissing the memory, Briarsplash cleared her throat, trying to ignore the way her stomach growled at the sight and smell of the prey. She batted it over towards her, eyes flicking between the squirrel and Rookfire, appearing a bit awkward for a moment. "Oh, ah... thanks," she managed to rasp out gruffly, the actual gratitude still managing to get across. She hadn't even realized how hungry she was until it was right in front of her. The Enforcer didn't dare touch it until Rookfire turned away, and that's when she took a ravenous yet controlled bite of the squirrel, tucking herself into her nest as much as possible. Well... if she was gonna be here awhile, may as well get comfy. Even if she scowled the whole time.
[ @alec - i also have so many words xD and okie sounds good!! ]
at the answer she gave rookfire eyed the older enforcer carefully, whisker brows draw together in thought. headache,, head spinning? uhh disorientation? head injury? blood loss? where would she have gotten a head injury?? what was he even thinking. he couldnt really find any point to latch onto beyond making note of it to make sure he was aware of its existence. "tell me if it gets any worse ye?" blood loss was probably the only thing he could pull anything from, even if he had no idea what to do if that didnt get better with some rest.
once the medicine cat had returned with the squirrel, briarsplash looked grateful if not a little hesitant to accept it but he didnt quite have the time to worry about her hesitance or the possibility of him picking a certain type of prey she really disliked. rook accepted her thanks with a brisk nod before moving on.
Once Turtlepaw sat down and got comfy, was already set in motion to heal her. 'Straight to it, huh?' but the molly winced as Rookfire mended her wound, cutting her thoughts short. Once he was done she dipped her head in respect and smiled.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Rookfire." She meowed as she stood up and limply padded out the medicine den.
rookfire snorted at the tortoiseshell apprentices comment, she could very well see that there were more injured cats in need of attention, he didnt really have the freedom to have a wee chat with everyone, even if he wanted to, before getting to treating and sending them off. "don' have time ta' have a chat with everyone i treat right now" rookfire replied to turtlepaws remark before moving onto a different cat in need of treatment.
[ very brief post to wrap things up, sorry for this being miniscule. i dont expect or want replies to this lol ]
Cinderpaw
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11 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes
The pressure and the cool damp moss only strive to make Cinderpaw's head spin. How is she to grapple with the fact that there's pain where there shouldn't be? Her leg is not there, has not been for nearly seven moons now, she's more or less used to it, but it still hurts.
She does not want to lie and say that the moss is helping, but she also doesn't want to eat any poppy seeds, so she nods vaguely in answer to the question of if the pressure is helping. It does... if only a little. But she doesn't really know what to do from here any more than Rookfire does.
[ post sucks but i have to leave for work like... right now LMAO ]
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rookfire frowned at cinderpaws obvious continuing discomfort, striped tail tapping the ground in thought whilst he attempted to come up with another option to help. pressure didnt help, or not enough so that was off the table..sort off, it still appeared to do a littl bit if he wasnt mistaken so perhaps the coolness from the moss was the irrelevant part and it would be sensible to try to make cinderpaws body remember that were was no more leg through though? with the pressure or touch aspect continuing to ghost around his mind and poppy seeds not appearing to be the ideal solution to the apprentice, he went through the herbs he knew which were quite a few resulting in silence stretching thin between them. a low hum exiting his throat, the medicine cat continued pressing the moss against the remains of cinderpaws leg. "we can try burdock root ta' cool n numb it if ye dont want poppy seeds? i dunno if any of this could be a permanent solution but we could try ta' deal with it once yer not in pain anymore?" he offered, leaving the options out in the open for a moment before going into more detail about the burdock root. "ya know poppy seeds help with pain overall but burdock root is more localised ya know? 's usually used for ratbites but maybe it could help...otherwise, hmm, ladys mantle is usually used ta' help right after losing a limb but we could still try if ya want it, im more than willin' to use whatever may help" the last bit was mostly in an attempt to take away hesitation in agreeing, he didnt know why cats were hesistant about poppy seeds besides not wanting to waste herbs but even though leafbare was approaching in strides, rookfire had no issue with giving cats herbs that may help, especially if said cats were already going through a lot and didnt cause any trouble that resulted in injuries. good, hardworking clanmates were more than worth the numb, cold and wet paws he earned through long walks attempting to collect herbs in the cooler parts of the season cycle.
It was over, just like that. It seemed to go well. He wasn't sure, he didn't really see the end of it. Just the aftermath. Would it be owls next? The clan needed to heal up, but on the contrary, they couldn't leave those birds unattended. Luckily for him, his wounds weren't all too bad. That snake bite was beginning to sting more, but it was nothing like his last injury. If he was lucky, he'd be ready in time to seize those nests. Time to get patched up, he supposed. The tom padded into the medicine den, gazing about. Things seemed a little hectic in here, though not as hectic as the battlefield. Not until now, did he notice his snake bite continuing to bleed - quite considerably, actually. He gave the surrounding area a lick, hoping it wouldn't be too much of a mess for the meds to deal with.
rookfire moved onto newtbelly whom his roleplayer had assumed to be older than the medicine cat which resulted in brief confusion upon viewing the header. the warrior was either one of the cats that had lead a patrol or left with hawkbite to locate the owls if rook remembered correctly, though honestly, he had trouble trying to piece together most of the things that didnt involve him directly in regards to the battle so who knows. whatever it was, the warrior had gotten injured and the medicine cat apprentice ought to treat him in order to avoid a bunch of injured cats flooding the medicine den all at once. "sit" he ordered from across the room, picking his way over to the herb storage to fetch what he would need judging by the brief glance he had cast his patient. some may say he was being too straightforward and a bit of politeness would be of advantage, but he couldnt bring himself to care, even as his mother voice stabbed at the back of his mind.
snake and rat bites, cobwebs, horsetail, burdock root, moss. on the way back, the moss was briefly held into the stream to refreshen it before pressing out excess water before setting it down on the large leaf he had finally managed to bring as his work area. with the other things set up, he picked up the horsetail to prepare while holding the moist moss to newtbellies wounds. it wasnt anything he needed to focus on so rook spent his time waiting to starve off the bleeding with trying to spot all the other scratches and bites visible from where he sat. the one he was currently treating on his front leg, one on the back and one on the same leg he was at right now which meant he had a giant amount of horsetail for one snake bite but at this point, who was he to care.
after a moment to pressure, rookfire wiped away the excess blood and quickly applied the horsetail paste before wrapping it up with a bit of cobweb. the following two bites were quicker to treat due to their nature as rat bites, most likely stinging like hell but not bleeding like all the snake bites he had seen. between moving on from newtbellys snake bite he had quickly taken a bite out of the burdock roots so after he had them clean, it was quick work applying the paste and then cobwebs. "done. if ye start ta' feel sick or anythin' come back immediately" rookfire ordered with a dismissing lash of his tail, shuffling to move the used moss out of the way.
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 45 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
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Mistlewhisker was pleased to hear that Rookfire was doing well in his new position. He seemed to know what he was doing, so she had no qualms with him. The herbs stung, but the Deputy didn't react as Rookfire pasted cobwebs bitter with herbs on her bite. After a moment, the pain subsided and Mistlewhisker was left with a slightly numbed wound. Clean wounds always felt better than dirty ones, after all. The Deputy dipped her head as she was dismissed, limping slightly at first before striding out of the den.
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@alec
After talking with her son and cleaning her fur; Dawnstar got up and headed to the medicine den. It's been a bit since Dawnstar's last visit. She didn't make frequent visits to this den unless she needed something. The last time Lostspark had been in charge of it, and before that Elmshadow. The memory of their last two medicine cats left a dark shadow over her. She dispelled it with a twitch of her tail.
Everything and everyone moved on and though grief left its unseen scars, dwelling on the past would only put her in a worse mindset. Dawnstar has had a struggle with her mental and emotional health for seasons and will continue to struggle with it for seasons to come. Being self-aware of how broken she was had its pros and cons.
The leader sat in an open nest and lowered herself until she was crouching down. She knew her size could make reaching injuries bothersome, and as her ear had puncture holes in, she'd save them the trouble of trying to reach for it. She was hoping that she'd get Rookfire to deal with her wounds. She already knew Mossfreckle was effective he had healed her injuries more than once.
Yes, she has seen Rookfire work, but there was a stark difference between healing her and their clanmates. However, since she's worked with Rookfire as an Enforcer, she guessed he'd be less nervous than Mossfreckle when he first healed her. She had grown somewhat tolerant toward Rookfire with his frequent visits to her den. However, letting him patch her up was different from a visit to her den.
There would always be an inkling of mistrust regarding her clanmates that would never fade no matter how many moons passed. One wrong move, one wrong herb, and she was suddenly fighting an internal battle with an illness she couldn't best with tooth and claw. It didn't matter how unreasonable it sounded, her paranoia would always flare up around cats she didn't irrefutably trust like she had with Lostspark and Elmshadow.
So her muscles stiffened and her molten gold orbs gleamed sharply as the tom moved into her personal space. Her claws unsheathed and her tail fluffed up while swinging in agitation. The open distrust would lessen the more she got used to Rookfire, but for the time being she made it very clear that she did not trust him in the slightest tending to her. Her gaze scrutinizing as ever.
rookfire watched mistlewhisker leave following his treatment of her, where his past self wouldve exhaled a tense breath now that he was out of danger, the medicine cat was content, having grown to feel confident in his position around the deputy over the moons as an enforcer and now medic. he was still sure the older feline wasnt a fan of his in any capacity, probably sort of annoyed at him for always choosing her for minor border report instead of of dawnstar but to be honest, that was fine right now. it could always be better but it could also be worse. and he was also busy, so there was no use staring at her leave.
he had shuffled off to sort around the herbs he'd been using for pretty much every cat and move blood drenched moss out of the way when dawnstar, looking far less bloody than when he had last seen her, entered the medicine den. the thought that this was a lot nicer than being the only clean cat and feeling like he was a kittypet watching warriors do their job sparked in his mind at the sight and brought brief confusion before cool grey eyes scanned dawnstars form once more and he had to internally hype himself up. the leader was crouching down, her eye level below his for once yet he was no fool and very much aware of the unsheathed claws resting atop soft moss and her fluffy tail agitating the dust.
dawnstar was a different story than mistlewhisker, he had interacted with her far less than the deputy and couldnt quite guess what she would like which made this a lot harder. while on one paw, he could make the assumption that the leader would want to be treated like any other clanmate but what if she wanted special treatment after all? okay this was probably a silly example, dawnstar wasnt the sort of cat to do that..
clearing his throat quietly, the medic picked up some already moist moss (who knew preparation was this convenient) to do his part in cleaning dawnstars wounds once over and calm any potential bleeding. "anythin' b'sides the obvious injuries i need ta' know of?"
since the massive feline was already crouched down to ease access to her head, or rather ear, rookfire began there, quickly chewing up some horsetail before applying it to the cut and wrapping it in cobwebs. other than that, the rest of her wounds should be within reach even if she stood up so he picked the most severe looking of them now. the one to her shoulder looked pretty rough so that was an easy choice, horsetail and cobwebs were quickly applied as he briefly worried the leader may judge him for getting to her ear first even though he had only done so because of the more or less lack of bleeding and her size. well he would probably feel the aftermath of it if she didnt like it. next up the snake bite on one of her forelegs, followed by the one to her thigh as he moved around her methodically. lastly, the rat bite he had left for the end given they mostly hurt and didnt bleed as much as snake bites (and he also wouldve prepared to not have to chew even more burdock root but he kinda brought this on himself now didnt he?). the large leaf bearing the herbs was pushed out of the way for easier access to dawnstars flank and he had to twist around in order to take a bite out of the burdock root while holding moss to the wound. familiar cool spread on his skin where he touched the paste, dabbing it onto the last of his leaders injuries. rookfire pulled the last bit of cobweb off the stick to cover the rat bite and stepped away. "if ye dont need anythin' else yer all done, just need some rest. come back immediately if ye start ta' feel sick or anythin'"
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