ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den

[Lightningpaw666]

Brackenclaw- 29 moons old, He/Him, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.

Brackenclaw had saw Creepingpaw dragging none other than Lavendersong back this surprised Brackenclaw a ton as he was under the assumption she was dead but he was grateful she wasn't. She was however, pretty hurt whatever happened to her had her pretty torn up and she needed medical attention. This was why Brackenclaw would help her to the camp. He felt Bumblestar wouldn't stop Lavendersong from rejoining especially since she did what she could to return to Thunderclan. Even if it was late. "Wolfhawk! I need your help you too Hollowpaw! Lavendersong has returned and she's in rough shape." Brackenclaw called out towards the medicine cat's den as he got closer. Brackenclaw had his usual dark and deep intimidating voice but cats who were familiar with Brackenclaw knew he meant nothing by it and that he was just cursed with a intimidating voice and looks. @Beaan @Neptune. @twizzypaw

[twizzypaw]

Originally Posted by Lightningpaw666

Brackenclaw- 29 moons old, He/Him, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.

Brackenclaw had saw Creepingpaw dragging none other than Lavendersong back this surprised Brackenclaw a ton as he was under the assumption she was dead but he was grateful she wasn't. She was however, pretty hurt whatever happened to her had her pretty torn up and she needed medical attention. This was why Brackenclaw would help her to the camp. He felt Bumblestar wouldn't stop Lavendersong from rejoining especially since she did what she could to return to Thunderclan. Even if it was late. "Wolfhawk! I need your help you too Hollowpaw! Lavendersong has returned and she's in rough shape." Brackenclaw called out towards the medicine cat's den as he got closer. Brackenclaw had his usual dark and deep intimidating voice but cats who were familiar with Brackenclaw knew he meant nothing by it and that he was just cursed with a intimidating voice and looks. @Beaan @Neptune. @twizzypaw

Having raced back to camp to alert the Medicine Cats and graciously welcomed back to ThunderClan, Creepingpaw paced on his paws by the entrance despite being worn out. Thoughts and worries began to swirl. First of all, where is Shockhoney? He hadn’t caught her scent yet which only furthered his agitation. I have to find her… I have to apologize… All this time he’d been gone, he needed to tell her everything. After almost losing his mentor, he couldn’t let another moment slip by like the running sands of time.

His black ears twitched at the sound of Brackenclaw and Lavendersong in the distance, rushing to their side to help her enter the den. The battered black she cat so desperately wanted to continue her conversation with Brackenclaw, but she was barely clinging to consciousness. The hunger and lack of rest finally overcame her. Her weary, half closed opalescent eyes remained fixated to the ground so that she wouldn’t trip over her paws. It was so surreal, the scent of ThunderClan and familiar cats. Lavendersong never imagined she would return alive.

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@Neptune.

[Neptune.]

Hollowpaw
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9 moons || he/him || ThC medicine cat apprentice || Silk Spinner, Dream Walker, HkT1
brown, masked classic tabby w/ low white; titanite eyes

Another day another injury. This time, it's Brackenclaw carrying- was that Lavendersong? Immediately apparent is the clearly awful state the warrior is in, blood on her fur, hardly able to support her own weight, and behind her, padding along like a lost puppy, is Creepingpaw or whatever his name is. Hadn't he been missing? Whatever, not Hollowpaw's problem.

"Put her here," he says, gesturing towards an empty nest without so much as a hello before turning to Creepingpaw, teeth bared in an unkind snarl, but nothing more than that. "Get out," he snaps at the apprentice. There was no need for extra paws, especially not those of an apprentice who doesn't know the first thing about what he's doing and would likely make things worse. "WOLFHAWK!" He yowls into the den behind him. Where the hell was the medicine cat????

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[Beaan]

- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 11 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!

tiredddd. the tom wasn't sick (not yet, timeline-wise), but he sure felt like it. the larger brown medic rolled over in his nest to face hollowpaw, an annoyed look on his face. it quickly morphed into shock and worry as he saw who was with him - Lavendersong! "M-" he huffed, finding it hard to stand up. "right here," he said, shaking off the slight drowzinesss. It was obvious he wasn't right, but he attempted to hide it nonetheless.

They hobbled over, pawsteps heavy as their green eyes examined the warrior. She did not look good. Part of wolfhawk wanted to question where she had been, but the brown cat knew better than that. "This is the worst time for herbs to be low," they hissed under their breath. A quick glance into the herb store let wolfhawk determine what he could use. "Don't have much, so we'll have to....make do," they said, a yawn interrupting them. "No marigold, but we have goldenrod. that should work, right?" they said, talking to themself along with the medicine cat apprentice. "So we could use that in the place of marigold. Would be best considering her neck wound," they muttered, hobbling to the herb store, grabbing goldenrod and cobwebs.

Wolfhawk hobbled back over to Hollows, dropping the herbs at the younger cat's paws. "Probably better if you do it, not feeling so great at the moment. Not sick, at least not yet," they said, the last part under their breath. They hobbled back, giving hollows some space so he could work. He had dealt with many healings while the plague burned through the clan, so it was probably good for the medicine cat apprentice to get some paws-on experience. (That and the fact wolfhawk felt like he was being to bossy sometimes).

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[Lightningpaw666]

Brackenclaw- He/Him, 29 moons old, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.

Brackenclaw would obey helping Lavendersong to the designated spot before backing away to let the Med cats have room to work once Wolfhawk backed off though he took the opportunity to walk over to the cat. "W-Will she be alright?" Brackenclaw asked the Med cat not wanting to be in the way to ask this question. @twizzypaw @Neptune. @Beaan

[twizzypaw]

Creepingpaw’s attempt to sneak into the Med Cat’s den behind Brackenclaw and Lavendersong proved futile as he was met with Hollowpaw’s wrath. The apprentice’s bright green eyes widened as his black ears pinned against his skull. Alright, note taken. Normally the apprentice would be stubborn and spat back as to why he should be there. But who was he to argue with the medicine cats, especially now. The lean Tom slunk outside the den quietly, but remained close to its entrance in case of anything. Thoughts of Shockhoney and wanting to see her flooded his mind, but Creepingpaw shook it off as his intense emerald stare remained fixated on the medicine cat’s den.

There was always time to see her later, surely she was doing alright…right?

Words were but a noisy haze to Lavendersong as she drifted in and out of consciousness. The lustrous black Maine coone murmured incoherently, feeling Brackenclaw’s strong frame gently lower her into soft and cozy bedding. A feeling she hadn’t experienced in quite awhile. The she cat managed to get a glimpse of the familiar faces of Hollowpaw and Wolfhawk and smiled to herself. To be in the clutches of safety after enduring danger for so long, the comfort was palpable. Lavendersong’s eyes as bright as a full moon were welled with gratitude, for Brackenclaw, the Medicine Cats, for even being allowed back inside Thunderclan. Offering no resistance whatsoever, Lavendersong remained still as she laid quietly and, for once, comfortably.

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@Beaan
@Neptune.

[Beaan]

- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 11 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!

This had gone on long enough. Wolfhawk had always had a good immune system, so he figured he'd shake off the sickness within a few days.

That was not the case this time.

He instead had been withering away for an entire week. So as much as it pained them to admit, he needed healing. Crawling out of his nest, the tripod dragged themselves over to hollows, green eyes dull. Despite how bad he felt, Wolfhawk attempted to put on a smile. They opened their mouth to speak but was taken down with a bout of coughing. "H-hey hollows," he said weakly after he had finished coughing his head off. "...i think m sick," the medic muttered sadly, ears drooping down. "c-could ya-" cue more coughing. "ya help?"

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[Neptune.]

Hollowpaw
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159/200
9 moons || he/him || ThC medicine cat apprentice || Silk Spinner, Dream Walker, HkT1
brown, masked classic tabby w/ low white; titanite eyes

Right, Wolfhawk showed up relatively swiftly and, though he didn't look the best himself and earned a raised eyebrow from Hollowpaw, that was all the senior medicine cat was afforded before Hollowpaw turned back to the problem at paw. Creepingpaw slipped out at his command, which thank god, because Hollowpaw was in no mood to literally force him out. Compliant cats make the job so much easier.

"Can't exactly be helped in leaf-bare," the tabby mutters back to Wolfhawk in response to the despair over the bare bones herb stock. It's not like they aren't trying - Hollowpaw had just gotten patrols back, the herbs they'd found sort of crunchy and dead looking but at least they'd found something. Speaking of dead looking herbs, Wolfhawk gives him some kinda... brownish goldenrod and cobwebs to use. It's not the best, and as far as Hollowpaw knows, the goldenrod won't exactly help stave off infection, it'll just aid in the healing process, so they should clean the wound as much as possible just to prevent anything from sprouting. Probably. Maybe he should double check.

"Goldenrod isn't an infection deterrent, right?" He asks, bringing the supplies back over to Lavendersong so he could set up shop so to speak. "Should I clean the wound out before applying the goldenrod?" Hopefully whoever the hell Wolfhawk had learned enough from to get his full name had gone over a situation like this, because even if common sense says, yes, they should clean the wound, maybe there's a better way to do this.

There's still Brackenclaw here, though, and Hollowpaw's attention is briefly drawn back to the hornet by his question. Truthfully, he has no idea if the molly's gonna be alright. "Don't know, but she's not dying on my account. We can figure out the rest as we go. We don't need you to stay in the den, but... you can stick close by... just- just in case." If suddenly they needed an emergency trip to get something they're sure is growing right now and don't have, it might be nice to have the hornet close by.

Not really caring about Brackenclaw's response, Hollowpaw turns his attention back to Wolfhawk, waiting for his answer or any direction.

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[Neptune.]

Hollowpaw
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9 moons || he/him || ThC medicine cat apprentice || Silk Spinner, Dream Walker, HkT1
brown, masked classic tabby w/ low white; titanite eyes

"Yeah, you don't look good," Hollowpaw responds, his tone blunt but not entirely unkind. As annoying and occasionally overbearing as he might be, Wolfhawk was perhaps one of the few cats Hollowpaw could consider a friend. He's about to ask 'whats wrong with you' before he realizes how stupid that sounds. Wolfhawk is coughing, he's weak and unsteady on his paws.

"It's not... it's not the plague do you think..?" He asks, and if there's a slight nervous edge to his voice then he doesn't mention it.

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[Beaan]

- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 11 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!

oh? it seemed hollows didn't know about that. "actually, they can speed up healing and keep infections away. good for deep wounds. acanineheart also taught me not to rely on the same herbs a lot, could cause a shortage. so goldenrod probably would be good, plus its all we have. n yeah, probably be best to clean out the wound." A proud smile grew on Wolfhawk's maw as he saw how well hollows was doing. The tripod had either been a nervous wreck or not confident in his abilities most of the time, and here hollows was, taking control of the situation well. The large-ish tom (he was still relatively young and currently going through a growth spurt) turned to brackenclaw, flicking his ear in hollows and lavendersong's direction. "what-" cue a coughing fit from the young medicine cat. "what hollows said. she'll be fine as long as we're around."

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[Wolf Healing]

"yeah, i guess i don't," the tripod muttered, shuffling their three paws. The brown cat's pelt bristled at the mention of the plague, green eyes flashed with worry. They had thought of whitecough, but now they weren't sure. "...I hope not, I don't think so. Thought it might be whitecough, but..." oh stars. If they didn't give the right cure, couldn't wolfhawk...die? He didn't want to die! Not now! Ohhhhhh starrsssss.....

no. clear mind. cleaaaarrrrr miiiinnnndddd. It was whitecough. He would be fine. They needed to trust themselves. He knew second-guessing would probably be bad in this scenario. So just go with their gut.

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