ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den

[dino.]

Two weeks since they'd lost the fight. Two weeks since she'd lost another life - a failing heartbeat and the resulting half-closed wound succeeded by a state that, while not quite dead, wasn't exactly alive, either. Bumblestar had revived, but she had laid motionless, chest rising and falling weakly with every labored breath.

Two weeks since treatment. Two weeks to allow her injuries to take hold of her. Two weeks to let her succumb yet again to the claws of death.

The deep lacerations in her shoulders chose mercy. The leftover gash in her throat, not so much. Left untreated, it had become hot to the touch, inflamed, still weeping blood and now both pus and something of a much darker crimson that stained her moss bedding and released a foul smell. But wasn't just the infection that had taken its toll. Her tongue, dry and cracked; her gums, pale and tacky, both from dehydration. Fever from the infection that left her shivering as if freezing despite the warmth seeping from beneath her fur. Ribs that had begun to show, face gaunt, bones having started to push against skin - all signs of increasing starvation. And above all, there was the overwhelming stillness that seemed odd even for her comatose state.

This death would reset her system, but her resurrection could not fix the malnutrition or dehydration that had taken hold, nor could it completely purge the infection that attacked her throat and seeped into her blood. Bumblestar's breaths rattled in her chest, slower and slower, until they, accompanied by the dying beat of her heart, ceased for a fourth time since the attack.

[ @Beaan @Neptune. ]

[Spider]

»»——► Risingstorm | Tc | He/Him |Head Hornet ◄——««

Risingstorm set down spiderthroat in an empty nest and followed wolfhawk once his name was called Yup he meowed listening for instructions Cobwebs to stop bleeding understood he said un smiling as he examined the warrior for other wounds. Risingstorm noticed the ears at first Uhh ima clean yer ears he meowed, grabbing some moss and dipping it into the water before walking over and cleaning her ears. Did he ever learn this? No, but it was common sense to clean out a wound right? Risingstorm grabbed a a cobweb and wrapped her ears before stepping back. The hornet gave a nod to the warrior Uhh anything else bothering ya…. he asked
@vellichor @Beaan -(if i messed anything up lmk)

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»»——► Risingstorm | Tc | He/Him |Head Hornet ◄——««

Risingstorm had entered the medics den, he had been wanting to check up on how bumblestar was doing since he had heard no word from the two medics, but when he walked into the den and laid his green eyes onto bumblestar his heart nearly sank, she looked awful she looked half dead WOLFHAWK, HOLLOWPAW the hornet snapped, once the two showed up the hornet started his rant Bumblestar looks half Dead, I woudnt be surprised if she already lost another life cause of this. She looks like a starved kitten during a winter in the outskirts he hissed ears pinned back You two have a job to do, You have a job to keep our clanmates alive, and healthy That includes your leader and not having them look like a corpse. he said the fur on his tail bristled slightly. You two need to figure out how to give bumblestar food and water and whatever will not make her look dead before i do it myself he said finally waiting for the two to respond.

@/Beaan @Neptune.
(rising feeling are not my own ^^ I love ya both)

[vellichor]

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

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The tabby she-cat started chewing whatever plant was given to her, wincing at the awful taste. She truly didn’t know how the medicine cats did this all the time. Vi was sure that even after a moon of constantly chewing foul-tasting herbs, her sense of taste would be completely ruined. And there was Risingstorm, too, putting something on her ears. She hissed and fought the urge to swat the younger cat’s paw away, instead giving him a look that said I know you’re just following directions, but do that again and what’s left of your ears will be next. Truth be told, Violetfreckle wasn’t concerned about herself. But she was sure the medics would take care of her mate in time. So, uncharacteristically, she kept her big mouth shut and did as told, chewing those awful leaves.

// @Beaan @Spider \\

[vellichor]

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

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Violetfreckle’s throat was on fire, her breathing labored. It has been like this for so long, but even this was better than approaching the water. She has taken a few sips when she was required, but no more. And, of course, she was suffering for it. The last couple days had been spent in a haze; Vi was barely aware of the world around her. She couldn’t pass out (thanks, StarClan, for making sure she felt every rattling breath and got no breaks), but she was about as close as could be without the gentle release of unconsciousness. It was in this state that she noticed Bumblestar’s body moving less than usual. The realization was slow, but devastating nonetheless.

Olive eyes widened as thoughts slowly went through her dehydration-hindered mind. A choking noise ripped itself from her dry throat, causing a coughing fit. "Bumbl—" Another coughing fit. She could have sworn she was coughing up her insides as her world swam. "WOL— HOLLOW— HELP!" She retched and would have thrown up if there was anything in her stomach. Despite her own condition, Violetfreckle weakly crawled out of her nest and toward the now-still body of Bumblestar. She let out a sob as she struggled to make it to her mate, noticing Risingstorm walk in. Relief bubbled up in her chest as an able-bodied cat was here to help. He could help save her. He could do what the medicine cats clearly wouldn’t.

No, no he couldn’t. All he did was start scolding the medicine cats. Frustration, anger— no, rage quickly replaced the relief she felt and Violetfreckle let out an unnatural sound, somewhere between a guttural snarl and a mournful yowl. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She cried out, immediately beginning to dry heave once again. Vi would have been crying if she had been properly hydrated. Instead, there were no tears to dilute her fury. "HELP HER NOW! YOU—" More coughing, more sobs. "YOU USELESS LUMPS OF FUR!" Her mind was muddled by dehydration and desperation. Claws scraped against the hard ground as she continued to slowly make her way over to Bumblestar. She was panting, heaving, all but passing out simply because she couldn’t. Teeth were gritted and shredded ears were flattened. She had to save Bumblestar, she had to. She didn’t know how, but Violetfreckle just had to.

No one else would.

// @/Beaan @Neptune. @/Spider — @dino. for your viewing pleasure \\

[sturgeonwind]

Dragonflycliff
(Image by crow.)
- female - she/her - 48 moons (+1 every 26th) - thunderclan warrior -
"Don't say "it will be all-right""
- @Beaan - @Neptune. - @kairosclerosis -

Dragonflycliff wasn't a lump of dead fur on the floor but she was breathing so weakly it could probably be assumed that she was. Yes, it wasn't optimal. This needed to be properly sorted before she ended up dying of something. But for now, dying lump of cat. If she were around to know it, to see it, she would have. But now everything was collapsing. (Her roleplayer was worried that she never could.) Not conscious of the situation yet.. until her eye blinked open for a second. Not for long in the daze of everything, so hazy and confusing, she heard yelling, and felt moss? Somewhere.. And then her eye closed again. For that brief moment she knew something was going on before slipping into her head again.

[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 !!

tw; blood, death, self-hate

No.

nonononononono.

What had he done??

Wolfhawk had come back from a rest in the clearing, and upon entering the medicine den he was met with a gruesome sight. Risingstorm approached and started chewing him and hollows out. Not helpful. And violetfreckle was also screaming. Fun.

"Risinstorm, shut yer mouth. Scolding yer only two healers ain't gonna help. Either make yerself useful or make yerself scarce," the tripod snapped. "Violetfreckle, yer gonna tire yerself out, and that's not gonna help. Bumble will be fine, I swear," wolfhawk said, forcing out a purr.

Wolfhawk took a closer look at his leader - infection seemed to be taking hold of her. Her neck seemed to be the worst cause. The tripod rushed to the herb storage, taking some marigold and cobweb, chewing it into a poultice and spitting it in the cobweb before applying it to the leader's neck.

Food and water was next. "Get me a piece of prey. Not a large one, a mouse or vole would do," the brown tom ordered, grabbing a piece of moss and dipping it in the small stream that ran through his den, soaking it before heading to the leader once more.

He didn't know how to make her drink, but he had an idea. The tripod opened the leader's jaws, squeezing the water out off the moss. Swallowing was going to be the hard part. However, wolfhawk discovered that massaging the cat's throat would make her swallow it, hydrating her a bit.

"Hollows, any ideas?" he asked the medicine cat apprentice, mind still racing. what else did he need to do?

[ @dino. @Neptune. @Spider @vellichor ]

[Starfall]

Magpiewisp
Worldweaver T II used.
He/Him || DF, Ancient RiverClan medicine cat.
@SuspiciousMindz , @Beaan

He felt a pull as he watched the scene unfold above him. As if he were falling upsidown sort of pull. It made his fur stand on edge. This was a new feeling. Almost the same feeling he felt whenever he was nearby the tree. Whenever he was somewhat close to the StarCave. Another gateway? The faint feeling was almost the same as the border between StarClan and the Dark Forest.

Magpiewisp saw his chance, and he took it. He didn’t’ feel like him physically, but he was still there. All his smarts. All his memories. Just looking over the shoulder of this bengal. Looking down at a rather ugly looking deputy. A snort came from the older feline.

‘Burdock is used for Ratbites. You’ll want Cobwebs, Broom and maybe some Chervil. Chervil for your half dead leader over there.’ he chuckled. Although his voice was distorted.

It took effort. Lots of effort. He hadn’t done it before, not that he’d really wanted to truthfully. But feeling this rush. The fact that their lives were in his paws. It sent a thrill down the Dark Forest Tom’s spine. He could let them sit, bleed. Truthfully he didn’t care for ThunderClan at all, truthfully not even his own clan. But Brokenstar seemed to still have a hold of his heart strings. Much to his dismay.

He conjured up exactly what he had listed. A gob of Cobwebs, a small branch or two of Chervil and the same for Broom. The number of leaves at least in double digits.

‘Use some of the broom that you have, the yellow flowered one, not much, the burdock and mix it with the chervil, that smaller spindly leaves and chew. Once it’s a pulp, smear it on his worse wounds. Namely the shoulder. Than cover it with some cobwebs to make sure it stays PUT.’ he instructed. Almost as if he were instructing his past apprentices. He’d sacrificed one if he remembered correctly.

He watched silently, hoping she’d done as he’d instructed. He was slowly being pulled back below. His time at the surface was coming to an end. ‘The rest can be used for your dying leader.’ he chuffed out, right as he was replaced with someone else he didn’t know, or hadn’t seen.

Well. Rats.

But Magpiewisp would be lying, if he said he didn’t miss his former duties. Maybe, after a moment, he’ll try to force his way forwards once more. After all. It didn’t look like anyone had been looked after yet.

[SuspiciousMindz]

Your characters cannot see or hear Entity/Magpiewisp here!
You may have them react to Treetiger talking to herself, herbs appearing from thin air, her sudden medical knowledge, and anything else in this post.

Proceed with caution as this character struggles with anxiety and mental issues
alongside a DF haunting

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[Treetiger] | Entity
​ThunderClan Warrior | ThunderClan Entity
Silver Tongue T1 | Monkey's Paw [active] | Worldweaver T2 | Nightmare Fuel T2

Something was different... Treetiger's green gaze drifted to the corners of her eyes as she peered at her friend hovering nearby. Something about them was different and she wasn't sure if she was okay with this. Her ears twitched when a new buzzing and chime tickled her hairs.

Their form was glitchy, sporadic. It wasn't able to be contained the way it normally could. Her anxiety was an energy source, feeding this gateway to hell. Each moment gave it more control, more power.

Then, Treetiger's movements were halted as Entity spoke a new rhythm, a knowing one. It was different, but... there's no time to think about this. The Bengal shifted her gaze back to the burdock that was moving to Wolfhawk. The medicine cat hadn't moved quick enough and Treetiger released the pressure on Spiderthroat's wounds to do as she was instructed.

Structure.
Instruction.
She could work better this way.

Herbs seemed to appear from the shadowy figure beside her, to the others, they appeared from her shadow. An odd situation, but who cared right now. This wasn't Treetiger's first run in with anything paranormal or abnormal. The Bengal stared at them curiously, noting them each in her mind. Cobwebs, Broom, and maybe some Chervil... then some amusement. Curious.

Her ears twitched, a headache began to form. Not only did Entity take energy to form, it took her energy with it. However, the adrenaline was pumping through her veins. It kept her symptoms at bay. "Okay." She'd murmur to herself -- to Entity.

Spiderthroat Healing @Starfall
She snatched the yellow flowered herb (broom), the burdock, and the chervil. Quickly, the she-cat threw each in her mouth, chewing vigorously and spitting them out with a distorted face of disgust. How could the medicine cats do that?? Speaking of, she'd totally forgotten about Wolfhawk or Hollowpaw probably staring at her in shock or horror. Would they question anything? How would her former mentor react if he heard about this odd moment.

The herbs were a pulp. Just as they instructed. Smear it on his wounds... So, she did. She pressed a good amount to his shoulder, returning to chew more of the herbs provided to ensure she had a good slather across everything she could see. Nothing was to be left open.

The anxiety was dying down as she worked, killing the link to life slowly. The movements Entity had were becoming less sporadic and more controlled, shrinking in appearance. She was realizing that Spiderthroat might be okay.

Cobwebs. "Cobwebs". Her gaze shifted wildly around the herbs at her paws until she found the glob her friend had provided. She made quick work with them, a practice from weaving with grasses and moss in the territory. She bundled them tightly over Spiderthroat's wounds, securing them so they stayed.

Further and further it went. Growing weaker and sending it's user back to the depths of darkness. Treetiger was overcoming this anxiety until... until... the rest can be used for your dying leader...

Her heart rate shot up, her gaze peeling away from the deputy to the leader just a few tail lengths away.

But... I don't care for this one... she'd speak mentally to herself and to Entity.

Fortunately, it appeared she had some healing done already, but just beyond her laid a limp clump of brown fur. Her eyes grew wide. She didn't not like that one, though. That was Mudhound. They'd always been nothing but kind and accepting of her when she was young and troubled. The Bengal's nose sniffed the blood and future infection. Her breaths picked up, quick and shallow. Anxiety riddled her body once more. She couldn't let that one die! No, please....

Her anxiety fueled the gateway, opening up a second opportunity to anyone willing. His figure becoming large, sporadic. It's claws digging into her fur, leaving visible marks along her shoulders as it tried to consume her mind. She was near the brink of a blackout. Near the brink of letting it take control...

Bumblestar Brief Healing @dino.
But, she held herself together. Bumblestar, first. She had to get some of this chervil on her, just as her friend said. Spiderthroat liked her, so that should've been reasoning enough to help. Briefly, her gaze met Wolfhawks, wild and unreadable. "I have to help..." she spoke simply, grabbing as much of the herbs as she could and moving across the den quickly. She'd already grabbed a mouthful of chervil, chewing it up as she passed by Spiderthroat's tattered body. Once at Bumblestar's nest, she spat out the herbs and pressed them to her wounds. This was followed by a light dressing of cobwebs.

Mudhound Healing @Rani
Then, she grabbed up the herbs one last time, shoving past Sprucejumper and snapping in the direction of Quackpaw "Move! Lemme help!" Once more, Treetiger got to work. She chewed up more burdock, more chervil, more broom, creating a paste. "Hey Mudhound, you remember me? It's my turn to help you now," Treetiger spoke, an uncharacteristic tone to her voice. She wasn't sure she'd actually spoken to Mudhound since she was an apprentice. She she-cat got to pressing the pulp into the most obvious areas, focusing on the deep wounds along their leg.

Her breath hitched in her throat. Treetiger wasn't cut out for this job! What was she thinking doing this!? But... Entity was here and helping... she could do anything with her friend here. "I need you... what do I do..." she murmured, again. Her anxiety welled, her mental disdain fighting each movement, growing more and more unsure of her place here. Her movements here weren't as confident as they were with Spiderthroat.

She never wanted to bring attention to herself! She never wanted this to happen!!

Then, it was up to Entity to decide her next moves. Stop here or return to their leader who might need some extra herbs.

Regardless of either, she felt her body draining each moment. The adrenaline wasn't enough to block out the headache that was consuming her skull. Was the room starting to spin? Surely not... she just had to focus.

[Perms granted by Starfall and Dino]

@Beaan - Wolfhawk | @Alchemist Kitsune - Sprucejumper | @Minku - Quackpaw | @Neptune. - Hollowpaw

[Starfall]

Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
This one is a doozy. Make sure you pay attention to who your character is assigned to !! Spiderthroat will not be repeating himself, and any rejection to follow the orders will result in a demotion, exile , and or beheading /w\

After what felt like, moons, seasons even his shoulder no longer felt as though it was on fire. No longer felt as though thorns were digging into it. He could actually Feel it.

He could barely hear yelling it sounded like. He’d caught Wolfhawk and Hollowpaw. But nothing more beyond that. It all melded into the air and wind.

Slowly, he began to arise. The voices around him making consonants now. Making words. Melding together in sentences. Ears twitched, and soon enough, his eyes were open.

It took a second for everything to become less blurry, to focus. But once it did. It made him freeze. How long was he out? He shouldn’t have been out that long…but this. This was. Where were the medicine cats?

Shakily attempting to sit himself up, although it took a few tries, Spiderthroat spotted Violetfreckle and Risingstorm, both looking beyond angry, one still looking tattered and worn.

Why did it look like none of the patrol had been looked at? Why did it seem like no one had been taken care of? Why was he the first to be seemingly up? His shoulder was neatly and properly patched, his other wounds also nicely patched. They throbbed and ached. But they were on the mend.

Tired eyes dragged over to Treetiger, she was frantically sitting over what looked to be Mudhound. He looked just as bad as Bumblestar did.

In that moment. He found his emotions, he found his senses. And he snapped.

“Why. Has no one been looked after. WHY. IS MY PATROL STILL BLEEDING OUT, AND IN THE WORST CONDITIONS IMAGINABLE.” he barked. His voice was raw, raspy. Angry eyes shot between Wolfhive and Hollowpaw. It seemed as though they both had herbs, but why wasn’t Wolfhive telling his apprentice what to do? How to fix things?

“Risingstorm. I want reports on everything that’s happened. You lot better hope.” a stuttering halt as pain wracked his body. His breathing labored. ”HOPE. That what happened here was a natural disaster and NOT because our medicine cats don’t have their head on right.” a non concealed threat.

There were so many cats here in the med den, it’s time he utilized them. It was all paws on deck.

”Wolfhawk, step back from Bumblestar, you clearly can’t heal properly. Focus on Mudhound with Treetiger. Get him UP.” ( @Beaan , @SuspiciousMindz )

”Hollowpaw, if you’re with Dragonflycliff, good. Stay there get the bleeding under control. Maplehaze. Go help. Do as he says.” ( @neptune , @goodacacia ) (Nep lmk if you need a swap out :0 I can absolutely swap Simone else in no pressure )

” Reddove and Brackenclaw, Take a look at Pineblossom and make sure they’re well taken care of. Come to me if you need help.” ( @Marigoldwhisper , @korok , @Mr Posessive )

” Sparrowpelt, look at Flintclaw and Ravenfire if you can. When you’re done help me with Bumblestar as soon as possible. I can hold it down until they’re safe.” ( @/sus , @namen_roodles , @Idiotic.Bean101 )

”Risingstorm. Keep looking after Violetfreckle, and give me report from where you are. ANYONE. Can give me report I don’t care who. Just tell me what in the name of StarClan went on!” A bark. ( @Spider , @vellichor )

With that, on wobbly legs, barely being able to stand, the deputy got up and made his way towards Tigerpelt. His breathing was labored, stance shifting from one side to the other. ” Where are you hurt. How can I help.” he gruffed. Sitting himself down heavily. it was a hard landing. Already reaching for cobwebs and. Oh what was the herb again. His head was spinning. ( @Hex )

Absentmindedly, he reached for, what looked like a root, and began to slide it towards Tigerpelt. “Eat that. I’ll wrap up your wounds. Thank you.” was all the older tom could wheezing muster out. Gently patting where the cuts and slashes were. Dragonflycliff wouldn’t be alive without the warrior. Spiderthroat hoped they knew that.

Once Tigerpelt had taken a bite of the root, he made his way towards Bumblestar. She looked awful. Like death reheated at least four other times. ”You can’t leave me with this mess. I’m too old. Come on, get up.” he wheezed. Reaching for whatever cobwebs they had left, peeling off the ones they’d placed on her. She needed new ones. She needed more than new ones.

A hiss under his breath as he half fell, catching himself just barely before he toppled over the already ragged feline. Blood. So much blood. She was probably infected at this point. She looked awful and Spiderthroat could do nothing more than begin attempting to clean her. Scraping out any white and yellow, it would hurt. But it needed to be done.

He grabbed the spindly looking plant. Something about Chevril? Wasn’t that a good one? It definitely wasn’t burdock and he didnt’ even know what the other one was. He popped a good chunk in his mouth and chewed. Once it was a decent paste, he spat it out onto a cobweb and began attempting to patch her back up as best as he knew how.

“Sparrowpelt, as soon as yer done. Let me know so you can walk me through. What to do.” a heaved breath. She was hopefully stable. He didn’t know. All he knew was that she looked like she’d died…more than the one time she died to the otters. It took everything in the calico’s power to not gut one of the medicine cats right then and there. A high rank…who couldn’t do their job.

[dino.]

[ @ch3rry_bl0ss0m @Mr_Possessive @Neptune. @Lightningpaw666 - star broke ur mentions, see the above post!! ]