| Lightningstorm | 23 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
Managing recently dried herbs and adding them to her stores of previously prepared ones, Lightningstorm's ears perked up at the overly loud call from a voice she recognized as a WindClan apprentice's. Calling both her and... Rabbitpaw? Nose wrinkling as she grew alert, the medicine cat rushed towards the den's entrance, only to find herself very confused. Before her stood a chocolate point apprentice she swiftly recalled as Willowpaw, but considering the volume of her voice her general look was... healthy. There was no scent of illness coming from her. No injury clear at first glance. Perhaps whatever ailed her was more than skin deep? And yet... where were the telling signs hinting at... well... Anything?
"You seem to be fit as a badger in greenleaf, love. What brings you to my neck of the moors?" she purred light heartedly, almond shaped eyes still assessing the molly's every movement instinctually.
| I am operating under the assumption that this is a personal roleplay as opposed to a healing one due to the lack of form for Willowpaw in WindClan Healing! |
Willowpaw flicked her ear at Lightningstorm’s quiet sounding voice.
“Hey Lightningstorm,” she meowed, still in her loud tone, “I’ve just noticed that recently I’ve had to ask cats to repeat themselves a lot, and I’m worried that I might be losing my sense of hearing.”
Willowpaw really hoped that wasn’t the case, hearing was a vital part of being a warrior!
(Willowpaw is indeed losing her sense of hearing! If you want me to submit a healing form, just tell me in your reply!)
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“Life's too short, people gotta hear what makes them special."-Skizzleman
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(VM me to vandalise my sig!)A shady guy in a hoodie is seen doing some weird graffitis on the signature. When they see you, they run away. The graffiti says EGGSCrane spray painted a rainbow and wrote trans rights here
"Don't doubt yourself; if anyone tells you your art is bad, then smack them with a frying pan."-FluffyToasterBunny.
| Lightningstorm | 22 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
Ashcloud's mannerisms and general attitude coaxing a few giggles out of the medicine cat despite herself, she remained mostly quiet as she waited for him to lull away into a peaceful slumber. He had so many stingers in him, the lithe calico preferred for him to be fully asleep before she began, assuming the entire ordeal would be incredibly painful if awake for the procedure. Much as she enjoyed teasing her clanmates and threatening to claw their ears off whenever they were right morons, the herbalist took no joy in seeing them in pain. Nor did she wish to be the cause of it, even if it was for a necessary cause... like Ashcloud's stinger situation. If pain had been a motivator, she doubted she would have picked the path of healing over that of killing when she was an apprentice.
With a sigh, Lightningstorm noticed how the warrior's breathing had evened out, the poppy seeds finally taking over his senses and allowing him rest. With meticulous care, the molly got to work, carefully inspecting every sting. The ones with a stinger still within were usually obvious, but she wasn't about to let complacency end up with an infected sore on her patient. A good thing, too, as she found a few more hidden than she would have liked, her paws and claws a bloody mess by the time she had done, the moistened moss she had brought along in need to be tossed away and replaced by a fresh one. There would be no bandaging or covering his injuries. There were too many. Unless the tom wished to be more moss than cat, he would have to be alright with being an open example of what happened when you disregarded the dangers of a bee's arse.
Getting to work, the molly brought out her herbs, moistening the dried out leaves with water from the stream before she crushed them into a green, grassy smelling mush. Enough to cover the tom's swollen injuries and hopefully bring them down. He was in no danger outside of the potential for infection, but her medicine should take care of that variable for him. She would keep him in for observation while he rested, but once he woke up, she was fairly certain he would be good to leave. Although... who knew. It got lonely here in her den sometimes, and he did seem to enjoy the patient's nest they kept clean here. Maybe he would like the excuse of needing a comfier bed while he recovered and keep her company for a little while.
@Fish [Ashcloud]
| Sorry for how long this one took. The events took full priority for a bit there and these past few months have been busy! No need to respond to this one, just really wanted to close this one out as Ashcloud should be back to his usual, not at all grumpy self by now. |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Half waddling and half limping, Jaggedkit finally neared the stinky den. His injured paw, sure to fall off, raised off the ground and tucked against him as he feared any weight put on it would hurt. Hurt a lot! Though he had stopped his crying his face was still stained with tears from his over the top sobbing in the nursery. He would have sat there all day if it weren't for that queen would kicked him out the den and pointed him towards the medicine cat dwelling area. Sure he would have thrown a tantrum and insisted he was fine because NO ONE wanted to go to the smelly den, but he overheard some kit mention his paw falling off and that was enough to convince Jaggedkit it was worth the stink if he wanted to keep his precious limb. This was all his clones fault, when had his teeth gotten so sharp!? And why had he chosen to use his new weapon on Jaggedkit, he'd get his revenge. When frostie least expected it.
The pungent scent that filled the stinky den, hit him right on the nose dragging him out of his thoughts. He wrinkled his face in disgust and took a step back accidentally placing he injured paw on the ground sending a jolt of pain up his leg. Okay stinky den it was! Inhaling his last breath, Jaggedkit limped into the den. Eyes tearing at the gross smell that sat inside it. It was so strong, how anyone could sleep in here was beyond him.
He had avoided looking at his paw the entire time, fearing he would see....missing bits. The thought a lone made him want to cry all over again BUT he wouldn't because that was dumb. His paw was really starting to hurt again and he new it was bleeding. That was the word for it. Blood. Hungry- no! If he touched his paw it would hurt and it would fall off. He didn't want that to happen. "HELP ME!!" He shouted hoping to summon either one of the healers. Whoever would save him from this misery none as pain.
( Lightningstorm; @Alchemist Kitsune // Rabbitpaw; @Dolomedesunsure if I was meant to mention you aswell or not ;w; )
| Lightningstorm | 23 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
The medicine cat hadn't expected a kit of all things to come running into her den alone, and yet it seemed this was happening more and more lately. On one paw, she was happy that the queens were teaching the younger WindClanners to be open about needing medical help. She could only help if she knew what was going on, after all. And yet the amount of injured kits these past couple of moons had been staggering. It never occurred to her that the queens were not doing their job. Only that perhaps the nursery had reached its limit. Perhaps an expansion was in order? No longer taking in outsiders was all well and good as they tried their best to get ready for the worst of seasons, but maybe there was more to it than just a lack of space. Lack of space and extra rowdy kits more like it.
This one she was barely familiar with, but knew well enough thanks to her friendship with his father. One of Snowybreeze's litter, gifted by the stars. Raised by Firestorm, the prettiest queen in the nursery. And one of the busier ones, what with raising three litters as if they were her own. From a glance it was clear that there was something wrong with his paw. The way he limped in suggested a good amount of pain, and upon approach, Lightningstorm stuck out her paw, a silent gesture indicating for Jaggedkit to give her his for checkup.
"Hello there, lad. You must be Jaggedkit, one of Snowybreeze's kits, aren't ya? The name's Lightningstorm... though you look like a bright one. Bet you knew that already, didn't you? What say you give me that paw of yours and tell me what happened?" the herbalist mewed gently, her gaze softening as she spoke to the kit, desperate as he seemed to not look at his own paw.
| Will probably have Lightningstorm call Rabbitpaw in their next post once she has assessed that it isn't an emergency so he can take care of his first kit bite if that's alright with you? |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
| Lightningstorm | 23 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
Well, that was an outdoor voice if she'd ever heard one. Stars alive, Lightningstorm might be used to loud talking felines - Crowtooth, she was used to Crowtooth - but even he tended to know how to temper his voice underground. The walls being as close as they were - especially when compared to the walls of the camp - tended to make voices bounce around quite a bit, making anyone who was loud be just as subjected to the screeching echo as the next cat. And yet Willowpaw seemed to be... unaffected. As if the sound wasn't even there. A silly thought, considering she had obviously heard her, but perhaps telling of a serious situation that was simply impossible to see?
The spotted molly didn't even need to ask what was up. It seemed the apprentice was quick to explain her motives for the visit - ah, if only every patient was this prompt at letting her know what ailed them - and they only cemented her observation more securely. Twitching an ear, the herbalist paced around the younger she-cat, attempting to find any outer reasoning for this symptom. Perhaps an injury? An illness? But she hadn't had Willowpaw visit with any such thing, and if it had been enough to leave her with reduced hearing, it would have been essential for her to have been treated and survive. She was certain of that much. Meaning the reasons for this loss of hearing could very well be... untreatable. But first, some information would come in handy. Guesswork would do no one any good, least of all her patient.
"You say you are afraid you are losing your hearing?" Lightningstorm asked, her voice louder than she liked if only to ensure the apprentice could hear her. "Are you fluent in signs, perhaps?" she added, instinctually beginning to sign as she spoke, hoping it would make the conversation easier on Willowpaw to keep up with.
@Rustleaf [Willowpaw]
| Was originally planning on continuing the questioning with Lightningstorm to move this along, but I couldn't make it fit in character before she was certain that Willowpaw could understand her better or was comfortable speaking considering the circumstances as she doesn't really like making her patients uncomfortable. Will move on with questioning in the next one and a potential diagnosis soon after! Since this is something she cannot test for due to the fact that she lacks the human equipment required, the best she could do is guesswork, but the guesswork should be fairly accurate regardless! |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
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"as an otter swims, it can always learn to run with the right teacher"
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Otterfur of Windclan (she)
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-------- ≪ ｡❅*⋆ the she-cat padded into the den rather rushed. "lightningstorm?" she meowed rather loudly and panicked. she worried for owlclaw "um...a elder in the elders den is in pain...owlclaw..i- I'm not sure what's wrong with him" she meowed. ⋆*❅｡ ≫ --------
Oakpool is the current Healer of BloodClan, he has a Semi-Closed Den Vm me for healing. BatClaw is the current Deputy of Bloodclan @ me if he is needed. NightStar is the current leader of Nightclan, @ me if he is needed, Sage and saguaro are Alphas of their skulls, @ me if they are needed.
| Lightningstorm | 23 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
Well, that was an outdoor voice if she'd ever heard one. Stars alive, Lightningstorm might be used to loud talking felines - Crowtooth, she was used to Crowtooth - but even he tended to know how to temper his voice underground. The walls being as close as they were - especially when compared to the walls of the camp - tended to make voices bounce around quite a bit, making anyone who was loud be just as subjected to the screeching echo as the next cat. And yet Willowpaw seemed to be... unaffected. As if the sound wasn't even there. A silly thought, considering she had obviously heard her, but perhaps telling of a serious situation that was simply impossible to see?
The spotted molly didn't even need to ask what was up. It seemed the apprentice was quick to explain her motives for the visit - ah, if only every patient was this prompt at letting her know what ailed them - and they only cemented her observation more securely. Twitching an ear, the herbalist paced around the younger she-cat, attempting to find any outer reasoning for this symptom. Perhaps an injury? An illness? But she hadn't had Willowpaw visit with any such thing, and if it had been enough to leave her with reduced hearing, it would have been essential for her to have been treated and survive. She was certain of that much. Meaning the reasons for this loss of hearing could very well be... untreatable. But first, some information would come in handy. Guesswork would do no one any good, least of all her patient.
"You say you are afraid you are losing your hearing?" Lightningstorm asked, her voice louder than she liked if only to ensure the apprentice could hear her. "Are you fluent in signs, perhaps?" she added, instinctually beginning to sign as she spoke, hoping it would make the conversation easier on Willowpaw to keep up with.
@Rustleaf [Willowpaw]
| Was originally planning on continuing the questioning with Lightningstorm to move this along, but I couldn't make it fit in character before she was certain that Willowpaw could understand her better or was comfortable speaking considering the circumstances as she doesn't really like making her patients uncomfortable. Will move on with questioning in the next one and a potential diagnosis soon after! Since this is something she cannot test for due to the fact that she lacks the human equipment required, the best she could do is guesswork, but the guesswork should be fairly accurate regardless! |
Willowpaw nodded at the first question and meowed, “Yeah, I’ve had to ask so many cats to repeat themselves, they all think I’m super ignorant!”
When Lightningstorm started moving her paws though, Willowpaw had no idea what was going on, and her puzzled expression showed that clearly.
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“Life's too short, people gotta hear what makes them special."-Skizzleman
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(VM me to vandalise my sig!)A shady guy in a hoodie is seen doing some weird graffitis on the signature. When they see you, they run away. The graffiti says EGGSCrane spray painted a rainbow and wrote trans rights here
"Don't doubt yourself; if anyone tells you your art is bad, then smack them with a frying pan."-FluffyToasterBunny.
| Lightningstorm | 23 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
The medicine cat hadn't expected a kit of all things to come running into her den alone, and yet it seemed this was happening more and more lately. On one paw, she was happy that the queens were teaching the younger WindClanners to be open about needing medical help. She could only help if she knew what was going on, after all. And yet the amount of injured kits these past couple of moons had been staggering. It never occurred to her that the queens were not doing their job. Only that perhaps the nursery had reached its limit. Perhaps an expansion was in order? No longer taking in outsiders was all well and good as they tried their best to get ready for the worst of seasons, but maybe there was more to it than just a lack of space. Lack of space and extra rowdy kits more like it.
This one she was barely familiar with, but knew well enough thanks to her friendship with his father. One of Snowybreeze's litter, gifted by the stars. Raised by Firestorm, the prettiest queen in the nursery. And one of the busier ones, what with raising three litters as if they were her own. From a glance it was clear that there was something wrong with his paw. The way he limped in suggested a good amount of pain, and upon approach, Lightningstorm stuck out her paw, a silent gesture indicating for Jaggedkit to give her his for checkup.
"Hello there, lad. You must be Jaggedkit, one of Snowybreeze's kits, aren't ya? The name's Lightningstorm... though you look like a bright one. Bet you knew that already, didn't you? What say you give me that paw of yours and tell me what happened?" the herbalist mewed gently, her gaze softening as she spoke to the kit, desperate as he seemed to not look at his own paw.
| Will probably have Lightningstorm call Rabbitpaw in their next post once she has assessed that it isn't an emergency so he can take care of his first kit bite if that's alright with you? |
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His call had been answered! He wouldn't be dying today, thank the stars! "My paws got missing bits" Jaggedkit explained stiffly as he raised his left paw for the medicine cat to examine. "But be careful! Don't want it to fall off" he added warningly, his poor paw was in no condition to be touched whatsoever. Unless this lightning lady wanted him to leave this den with a greater injury then he already had he hoped she'd be careful- gentle even. His paw was at risk here.
Not only would walking around be difficult but how would he win a brawl against his clone again, this would just give the dumber twin an advantage. Oh yes he was supposed to explain what happened. "oh what happened was that my annoying clone decided it would be fun to attack, which is normal, but for some reason this time his teeth actually hurt. Now I have missing bits and it's his fault. Frankly I think we should just kick frostie out the clan, we already have one of me we don't need two."
Wait this would be the perfect opportunity to get everyone to see his point of view, life would be so much better without his twin. All he had to do was get everyone to see how much of a problem frostie was and Jagged would be rid of the ear biting vermin who could let a kit sleep in peace.
It wasnt far to go to the medicine cats den and soon enough the deputy was slipping into the seldom used quarantine area and placing Blackspeck down gently into an empty fresh looking nest. The quarantine side den really could use a refresher, as Lightningstorm said, so leaving the sick cat in the nest he moved away to get to work.
Gather all the old moss from the nests and ball it all up, chucking/disposing of it outside of camp just in case it still had some old latent sick goup on it that could infect the clan. For Crowtooths part he'd for sure need to take a freezing cold dip in the falls to wash off and hopefully avoid all this after. Which would be cold for sure, but he could dry and warm in the warriors den at least and would not have to worry about germs on his pelt.
Next, reentering the camp and medicine cats den Crowtooth ignored Lightningstorms treatment of Blackspeck sure to be going on and set upon dusting, dirt and grime disappearing into his bushy pelt, grabbing sticks and debris littering the floor as he went. After he shook himself of this dust ball all that was left was carting some new moss in from the elders den (which was constantly refreshed but pretty unused given the low number of the rank) and wham!
Freshly cleaned medicine cats den and newly nice quarantine den for Blackspeck and whoever else was caught or soon to be by the leafbare flu!
"Im done here Lightningstorm, figured I'd limit exposure ta this by doin' it myself given I was already involved by carryin' Blackspeck in. Call me if ya need more done, Imma go bathe now."
Stumblekit waddled his way into the medicine den, wobbling like being thrashed by a fierce wind invisible to everyone else. "Hello!" He mewed at the big and little cats." He dug his claws into the ground for balance, but it was no use. He didn't seem upset in the slightest though, as if this was normal. "Some of the queens said I should see a cat named Lightningpelt! I dunno why though, I'm not sick!"
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