ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den

[vellichor]

•° Violetfreckle °•
Rapid Recovery • Collector • Lucky Duck T3 • Bewitched

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By the Stars, she was exhausted. Still bleeding. Could barely walk. But she didn't enter the medicine den first. Or second. Or even third. Violetfreckle was alive and she was mostly stable. She could hold out for a little while. Even though her vision swam, even though pain spiked up her leg with every step she took, even though her chest—Stars, her chest hurt. It was an ache she'd never felt before, like she was still trying to breathe water. Claws unsheathed at the thought. But no. The worst had begun to be taken care of. The medicine cats had helpers. Maybe she could go in now without feeling like a waste of herbs.

She was slow. So, so slow. Each step felt like an eternity as she tried and failed not to wince. Violetfreckle had gotten lucky, she wasn't as injured as the others. Eventually, she poked her head into the den. "How–" Her voice was low, raspy, it hurt. She had probably done something to it when she'd screamed for Bumblestar. And drowning didn't help either, probably. She cleared her throat and flattened her ears at the pain the action brought. "How can I help? I'm not that bad." A bold-faced lie, but hey. She could try. "I can chew somethin' while you treat me. Or whatever. Just can't gather anything." She spared a glance back at her leg, which she was holding off the ground as she stood still.

// @Beaan @Neptune. + i do not know who else to @ so whoever else is in here \\

[Beaan]

- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 14 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 !!

So much to do so much to do so much to do. So many cats. Why do those damn otters exist??? Wolfhawk glanced over to Hollowpaw as he asked the older cat what to do. Hell, he didn't even know! The tripod moved to the herb storage, repeating the same words under his breath as he scanned. Not much. Damn it. Juniper.

His green eyes paused at juniper, grabbing a few before hobbling over. He dropped them in front of Bumblestar, who was probably already dead. "Juniper. Shock. One or two berries," he muttered, anxiously tapping a paw.

Oh, there was the leader's mate. Wolfhawk looked over as the tabby molly came over. The cats were in bad shape, yes, but bumblestar was the worst. He hobbled over to the storage and grabbed a few oak leaves. Infection helpers. They would need that. He dropped the leaves in front of the she-cat, and sharply said "...Chew these."

Injuries. Many injuries. And helpers. He needed to find out who was in the worst condition. His gaze came across one of the helpers he called, a cat he had briefly interacted with a while ago. "Maplehaze," the brown cat called. "Who's on the verge of passing out and who can wait. I needa help bumble. N after that... we'll go from there," he instructed, tapping his paw on the floor of his den. He didn't know what to do. He was just going to try his best.

[ @Neptune. @/dino. @vellichor @goodacacia ]

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Sprucejumper |
18 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws [T2] - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Active | Not Skiddin' Around - Active | Amnesia - Active

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Outwardly, the tom kept his usual face of detached composure. Aloof and bored. Hiding the turmoil and fear that stormed within him. They were inside the herb cats' den, and he... preferred it this way. Much as he disliked the place, if it got The Boulder healthy again, he would endure without question until he was tossed out. He just hoped there wasn't long to wait for the mountain of a cat to be taken care of. Just how messed up were the rest of the cats on that patrol? Was it really just the otters that had done this? He had thought the battle won already. How could the hornet lose? Especially when Angry had taken her top warriors... herself included! This made no sense!

His thoughts already in disarray, dark ears perked up as he heard hurried steps coming in. He couldn't see the cat that had rushed into the den, and frankly he could care less about them. Whatever it was, it could wait. The Boulder took priority, and nothing could change that. Nothing except...

Sprucejumper's eyes grew wide, his mouth slack jawed for a moment. Had... had he heard right? No. He must have misheard. She was fine. Everything was fine. His attention was on The Boulder. This other cat was mistaken. She was in camp. Nothing could hurt her. See? Even Puppy wasn't concerned... And yet he couldn't help himself as her name fell from his lips, a note of terrified, trembling confusion lacing it.

"Fire... bloom?"

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@Rani [Mudhound] | @Minku [Quackpaw]

[goodacacia]

Maplehaze
⸙ ThunderClan Warrior | 16 moons

Haze followed them in quickly and was prepared to be on stand by if they help. Pressing onto wounds, chewing up poultice or something of that sort. Instead he was faced with a dilemma of choosing who gets help first. Stars- What kind of deity was he playing to choose who has to suffer longer. Nevermind, there wasn't any time to contemplate on his own morals. Cats first, he can deal with himself later.

Haze examined the warriors crowding the den at the moment, trying not to breath in the metallic, blood ridden air.

Tigerpelt. Small cuts. Flintclaw. Oh stars- bleeding heavily, everywhere. Ravenfire. Long gash down their side, and they don't seem to be in the right headspace. Mudhound. Shaking, with wounds to the face and back. Violetfreckle. Maplehaze grimaced when took a deep breath before relaying everything for the medicine cats.

"Flintclaw's passing out, left ear torn, foreleg maimed." Haze choked out descriptors as the cats around him bled out. "Mudhound's in the back, they're shivering, mangled jaw, coughing out water 'n their leg ain't right- and Ravenfire's gonna pass out as well, a slash across her face 'n down her side."

"Violetfreckle, says she's alright, but she's limping." Haze continued with a drumming in his head. "Tigerpelt, talking fine 'n with minor wounds. Will live. Spiderthroat. He- he's not here."

The russet bengal tom turned to Wolfhawk, letting him decide the next course of action. "I'll go bring him in, or do you need me here?"

[ @Beaan @Neptune. @/everyone else | I'm trying to catch up with the backlog between clearing, medden, and the injury forms, so please do let me know if I screwed up somewhere. I've only listed desc Haze could identify by looking. Not too sure if I should include Dragonflycliff because their treatment already started?? EDIT: rising's gonna grab spider]

[Lightningpaw666]

Brackenclaw- He/Him, 26 Moons old, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.

Brackenclaw would try to calmly wait outside the Med den in case Wolfhawk or Hollowpaw needed help with things. It was difficult for the Maine Coon though given the situation. Brackenclaw wished he could help. He also wished he could show those otters who's boss. Brackenclaw's massive claws would knead the ground in his attempts to keep his emotions under control. Now wasn't the time to be dumb or stupid they needed to focus on healing the wounded then figure out their next step.

[Minku]

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Quackpaw
THc apprentice. She/Her. 9 Moons
Sticky Pads, Lucky Duck, Killer Aptitude T1
"I want ice cream!"

[ @Rani @Alchemist Kitsune ]
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Post 47

Every second feels like an hour. The apprentice wasn't even sure if they've gotten any idea on how to treat Bumblystar yet– they had helpers, and one of them was a full medic, they'll get to Muddy AT SOME POINT. She hated looking at Muddy's wounds; despised those river creatures. It's those otter's fault, they're fault for the problems they're having. Injured cats and messy wounds, it's those monster's fault. Honestly, Quackpaw hated the situation in the medicine den as well, cats coming in, otter wounds or not. "Everything's gonna come back to normal soon.." will it, though? Will it? Until those monsters learned their lesson, nothing's gonna go back to normal, absolutely nothing.

Muddy' cold. Muddy's in pain. That was HER MENTOR and FRIEND. She didn't know when someone's gonna get to Muddy and heal them. She didn't know when and it irked her. Whatever happens she wasn't moving an inch until then. Starclan or whatever gods sits up there, just let her turn back time to before Muddy left camp and walked towards the river of demise with the patrol so she'd be able to block Muddy from going anywhere– god, WHY DOES THIS DAY HAVE TO HAPPEN. Quackpaw was just peacefully being an apprentice when all of a sudden the river monsters waltz into Thunderclan. What kind business to those guys even have being there!? She didn't care if they bothered some other poor soul far, far away, but they have n reson being HERE of all places. You've already been kicked out once right, why are you coming BACK!?

Quackpaw didn't wanna let her eyes off of Muddy, scared something would happen to them if she takes her eyes off for even a second; she needs to make sure everything's not gonna become even worse than it already is. She needs to. But she heard words coming from Sprucey's mouth, she couldn't help but direct her gaze at the tom. Firebloom? "Sprucey..?" that was the most emotion she's ever seen come from him; of course you can't expect her to know a lot about Firebloom that isn't just 'warrior with a bunch of scars'. But apparently something happened. Oh, wonderful, more injured cats that may add to whatever mess this is. Just what they needed.