ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Silk Spinner * Purrk
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She frankly had no idea whether this tail risked anything with his health, and a part of her found that the peeking bone was kind of cool looking), but also kind of gross. And honestly she did not want to deal with this tail getting infected and having to waste more herbs on him in a useless attempt to save his life, and for what? Just so he could up and leave again? Hah! At least he would be of some use to her, like this. Where was that apprentice of hers? He was always everywhere where he shouldn't be, or nowhere at all. Sleepysunrise huffed.
First off, place the marigold poultice onto the wounds. She shook her head and stepped forth, carefully smearing the goop over the scarred areas she could find, except for the tail. No point in putting herbs there yet, if it was being removed. Her whiskers twitched as she reached out for the cobweb sticks she had brought, removing the sticky substance and placing it over the scars to keep it in place. That should do it alright. She inspected her work from up close; for all her complaining, Slytiger was being an easy patient. "I guess we're removing it, then."
First things first, she lifted her tail so Slytiger knew to stay put. She walked to the mouth of her den, looking over the clearing -- she usually had her aids standing guard somewhere, often around the den. "Rockface!"
She chirped, poking at the older cat. "I need a large, sharp rock. One I can easily hold in my paws, and cut stuff with. Chop, chop! His tail won't remove itself."
None of her current collection of rocks were really doing it for her, and she needed one specifically to amputate with. She didn't know if it would work, but how else was she supposed to cut through flesh and bone?
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Walking back inside, Sleepysunrise brushed past the soon-to-be amputee and ducked inside the herb storage again. Besides, a crooked tail might impede his balance more than a missing tail, she mused, looking over the poppy seeds she had gathered there. She wasn't sure how many to give him, but this was bound to hurt, and she wanted the tom knocked out... She wasn't sure whether one or two poppies would be enough, and she couldn't have him squirming away halfway through the procedure. Three poppies should do it. And if he woke up, she'll just ask Rockface or Silentpaw to knock him back out.
Emerging from the storage, she shot a glance around for Silentpaw. Not that she needed help, working on her own was often easier. But this was a good learning experience, and she needed someone there to keep him down if he woke up. Oh well, if the apprentice didn't show up by the time Slytiger was asleep, she'll just replace him Rockface or something. The tom was bound to come back soon, anyway. "Eat these. It should knock even a big guy like you right out."
Sleepysunrise had a little grin on her lip as she rolled the three poppy seeds towards him. "It'll probably hurt."
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He/Him | ShadowClan Aid | Herbal Knowledge Tier 1
Grooming his pelt lazily near the entrance of the medicine den, Rockjaw's eyes were closed contently. Well, they were, before that familiar dark, cold presence found it's way to his side. Opening one amber eye to stare warily at Sleepysunrise as she prodded him, he paused licking his paw. "Whas wit ya an rocks?" He grumbled, but still hauled himself to his paws. He didn't intend on having a full blown conversation with her- she was weird. That whole family was creepy and weird. Rockjaw shuddered slightly. Anyways...
Casting a glower at the medicine cat, the aid trudged out of camp towards the forest. "Crazy bat..." He muttered under his breath once he knew was out of earshot.
Coyoteblossom ♠ He / They ♠ Shadowclan warrior ♠ 17+ moons
No. Nononononono. This... wasn't happening- This... this CAN'T be happening. Time seemed to stand still in this moment, Coy's brows furrowed, he barely heard Sleepysunrise's words. She was gone, his breath caught in his throat.
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Coyoteblossom wanted this all to stop... or reverse... This had to be a nightmare of some sort- not... not real.
He stepped forward, nudging the kit with his nose, before gently attempting to pick up the kit. Coyoteblossom felt he should be the one to bury his daughter. He had many things he wanted to say but nothing seemed worth saying. He looked to Silentpaw, his gaze dull and tired.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 48 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat tipped his head haphazardly at Rookfire’s response, mulling it over. A story he would perhaps be interested to hear another time on another day. ”Shame it wasn’t a real fight, but we’ll have our fair share of them again at some point.” His deep voice rasped, he wasn’t wrong. Real battles seemed to creep up on them eventually. Despite this recent rather peaceful time between the clans, Owlthroat suspected it wouldn’t be long until another spat reared its ugly head.
His yellow eyes flickered back up to meet Sleepysunrise’s once more as he tried to repress a thick shudder. ”The tongue’s sore, but fine. I imagine it’ll be tough in my mouth for a couple days.” The swelling on it had already mostly gone down, enough to speak without jumbling his words. But the iron tang remained present, not quite enough to spit at an enemy however. It pleased him at the very least to know that she’d seen that, his crowning jewel of the fight. Something he was sure he’d keep in a back pocket for use some other time, but after it had healed of course. He had an irrational inkling that if he did that again so soon he’d chomp right through the thing. His speech was a rather important facet, not what he’d want to lose.
The poltice felt nice against his wounds, he preferred it to the breeze tugging on them and he would heed the healer’s instructions not to touch with a nod. Similar to how he shook his head to her offer of dock leaves and spending the night, he would rather not. Even if his bones ached all the way to Starclan he wouldn’t be bringing himself to muster the courage it took to stay here. The herbs strong smell bristling at his nose all night, it wasn’t for him. Not at all.
By the time they made it back to camp, Coldpaw felt like his nose was on fire - an increasingly frustrating sensation. Though he didn't love the idea of going to the medicine cat den over such a pathetic injury, he supposed it was for the best - what if this ruined his face??
Mentor was lucky he was such a gentlecat, being so kind as to let her tag along as they stepped into the den. If Sleepysunrise didn't want her around, even better - but giving her this inch gave him miles in the future. Besides.. he liked the extra attention even if he wasn't going to show it. To her.
"Sleepysunrise," what a mouthful of a name, he'd hoped to never be cursed in such a manner. "I require assistance - a CRIME has beefallen my nose and I fear it has disfigured me permanently! I'm RUINED!" And for good measure, he dramatically toppled over, to showcase how his life was ended by the stinger of some bee.
Palequiver accompanied Coldpaw into the medicine cat’s den, the dutiful and vigilant shadow hovering over her apprentice. The hysterics schooled her expression into an impatient smile, but the friendliness rang hollow. “Please excuse my Coldpaw. I’m afraid his precious muzzle was attacked by a savage of the bee variety.”
In her peripherals, she could still see him rolling about like a petulant kit, but her gaze—intense, unwavering—didn’t stray from Sleepysunrise. “Perhaps you can provide something for the pain,” she spoke after a moment’s pause. “As you can see, this traumatic event has distressed him so.” The line between motherly affection and mild exasperation blurred. “You must understand, he is a very sensitive boy.”
By the time they made it back to camp, Coldpaw felt like his nose was on fire - an increasingly frustrating sensation. Though he didn't love the idea of going to the medicine cat den over such a pathetic injury, he supposed it was for the best - what if this ruined his face??
Mentor was lucky he was such a gentlecat, being so kind as to let her tag along as they stepped into the den. If Sleepysunrise didn't want her around, even better - but giving her this inch gave him miles in the future. Besides.. he liked the extra attention even if he wasn't going to show it. To her.
"Sleepysunrise," what a mouthful of a name, he'd hoped to never be cursed in such a manner. "I require assistance - a CRIME has beefallen my nose and I fear it has disfigured me permanently! I'm RUINED!" And for good measure, he dramatically toppled over, to showcase how his life was ended by the stinger of some bee.
Palequiver accompanied Coldpaw into the medicine cat’s den, the dutiful and vigilant shadow hovering over her apprentice. The hysterics schooled her expression into an impatient smile, but the friendliness rang hollow. “Please excuse my Coldpaw. I’m afraid his precious muzzle was attacked by a savage of the bee variety.”
In her peripherals, she could still see him rolling about like a petulant kit, but her gaze—intense, unwavering—didn’t stray from Sleepysunrise. “Perhaps you can provide something for the pain,” she spoke after a moment’s pause. “As you can see, this traumatic event has distressed him so.” The line between motherly affection and mild exasperation blurred. “You must understand, he is a very sensitive boy.”
ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Silk Spinner * Purrk
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I'm sorry, but why was he screaming and crying on her den floors? Did no one teach kids not to do that anymore?? Any other day she might have been irritated by this unruly sight, and found herself bad-mouthing the poor little apprentice - as if she wasn't already - or maybe would have kicked him straight out. Today she walked up with an almost amused look in her eyes, though glowering down at the cat. "Hah! Bees for brains, have you?"
She cackled out and hunched over to look down at his nose -- if only he would stop wiggling.
"You remind of the Owlman." She thought back to him rolling around like a newborn that one time "Only he always has to lean down..." She wasn't often on this side of the exchange, except when dealing with kits. She puffed up her cheek and settled back, now mildly annoyed again with this display. "Get up, kid. I can't fix that ruined face of yours if you keep whining like that."
Truthfully? She had never once dealt with bee stings. This was her first time, and therefore the apprentice would be privy to some unorthodox experimentation - in other words, she had a theory, and it was probably right, but would it work? Well, C/oldpaw would find out. He was lucky they had gathered some cattail the other day. The roots were meant to be effective against insect bites, and while this was more of a sting than a bite, she supposed it was close enough.
Alternatively, she could use yarrow... Wait, did she dry her yarrow before storing it away? Sleepysunrise could distinctly remember keeping it away from other herbs, that wasn't an issue. But whether she dried it... Oh well, it was a few days old now anyway, close enough. She could dry it later. Perhaps this would be a nice way to try out one of the stones she gathered with Rockface. After all, the flowers were meant to draw out venom, and this wasn't exactly venom either, buuuuutttt it might still work.
Too distracted with her thoughts to care about what the other pair was doing, Sleepysunrise began to audibly mumble to herself as she disappeared into the herb storage for several instances. A nose was fairly small, she the medic saw no reason to use the entirety of both herbs -- she plucked off what was necessary and brough it back out and towards the flat slab of stone that was located in a corner of the den. She had an assortment of differently sized and oddly shaped stones there, still in the process of eliminating the ones that were useless. Picking up one with a relatively flat bottom side and wedging it between her two front paws, the young medic began to crush and mush both herbs together into one paste. Or poultice, if we're being fancy.
All the talk aside - she was probably drowning out any chatter - she wasn't sure if this stone would be her chosen one. It was too awkward to hold and kind of difficult to manipulate, and though it got the job done, she would have to look further. A grimace could be seen on her face as she contemplated this, taking several heartbeats to snap out of her thoughts and remember that she in fact had a patient - not a toddler - waiting for her. "Here, for your nose."
She spoke when she set the stone aside and scooped the poultice onto her paw so she could rub it onto the kid's stung nose -- if he would cooperate, at least.
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Slytiger was mildly concerned at Sleepysunrise's chipper attitude about amputating his tail. Only mildly. She probably wouldn't kill him in the process. He decided he'd only worry if Dawnstar made in appearance.
The he gratefully lapped out the poppy seeds and murmured a thanks to Sleepysunrise and Silentpaw. It doesn't take long for him to feel woozy, and he slowly flopped onto his side, forelegs stretched out as he remained on the edge of consciousness.
"surely" owlthroat was right, if he knew anything, there would soon be another battle. or at the very least a border skirmish.
rookfire eyed sleepy as she mixed comfrey and chervil. a choice he himself wouldnt have made but accepted as the young medicine cat simply experimenting in a non problematic sense. it was clear there was some curiosity in owlthroat, rook was well aware that he'd been giving rather cryptic replies but it was getting late and the challenge had worn him out more than every day duties did. he'd have to rest if he wanted to function to standard the next sunrise. besides, it wasnt really a secret that he had taken quite the beating in the riverclan raid, a broken shoulder was hard to miss if you saw it. though, maybe that was the medicine cat in him speaking. perhaps owlthroat had put his moons long limping down to rook being dramatic and nothing else. hmm he preferred the version in which the older tom was simply unaware enough of his surroundings to have not noticed rookfire at all until he was healed up again.
'stay put'"im not keen on eating all your herbs no worries" rookfire huffed, staying put where she had left him. there wasnt really anything he could do with the poultice slathered along his ribs anyway. not without losing all of it. he was no fool, and a almost fully trained medicine cat on top of that.
"i should be fine" he waved off, while the medicine den was still preferred to the warriors den, still, he didnt fancy waking up to her hovering over him in freakish silence. sleep was his alone time. if she wanted to be weird she would have to come outside and climb into his tree.
"it doesnt hurt but you can take a look if you want" rookfire offered, knowing sleepysunrise - or maybe his own curiosity projected onto her - well enough that she'd be interested in finding out more about this new problem that may arise again in the future. the newly reinstated enforcer leaned down a bit before opening his maw, lips pulled back to allow her a clear view of all his teeth.
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Patched tortoiseshell tabby tom with heather blue eyes and a short fluffy tail. He usually has multiple herbs neatly tucked inside his fur.
He/Him | 12 Moons| + every 1st | ShadowClan Medicine Cat Apprentice | Silent, emotionless, and anti-social.
[ #SilentMCA ]
Nothing that came out of Sleepysunrise's mouth was comfortable to hear. Grimacing lightly, the young tom dragged himself onto his paws and approached the medicine cat and Slytiger. Rockjaw had already been ordered to fetch a stone, so he wouldn't waste his time doing that. Instead, he lingered near the two cats, blinking.
"Assistance?" He asked, tilting his head ever so slightly.
Slytiger was mildly concerned at Sleepysunrise's chipper attitude about amputating his tail. Only mildly. She probably wouldn't kill him in the process. He decided he'd only worry if Dawnstar made in appearance.
The he gratefully lapped out the poppy seeds and murmured a thanks to Sleepysunrise and Silentpaw. It doesn't take long for him to feel woozy, and he slowly flopped onto his side, forelegs stretched out as he remained on the edge of consciousness.
ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Silk Spinner * Purrk
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Oh would you look at that, her medicine cat apprentice! You don't see him around the den often, a rather strange sight seeing him be... Involved. Miss Grandmama must be feeling particularly lenient allowing such inadequacy. Sleepysunrise had a chipper grin on her face, positively excited by the prospect of cutting off Slytiger's tail - and it wouldn't even be sad if he bled out! If anything, she'd be doing her grandmother a favour. Hah! Little giggles escaped the medic's mouth and her lip stuck between her teeth as she bit.
"The rooockk hit-hit.... Chop chop! Then some herbs,,, hmmm -- broom? No, no-- don't have any... ARGH, stupid, stupid patrols! Hrmm.. Blessed thistle, no--- Lady's mantle for theeeee... Boonnnesss?"
She didn't actually know how the herb was meant to reduce the pain of a lost limb, but it would do. She shrugged the thought off, ignoring Silentpaw in favour of entering and studying her herb storage. Her eyes glinted as she looked over the various plants, ooh-ing and aah-ing as she found what she wanted. "And then...! Burdock root! To do it's -- numby...numby thing, and -- prevent anyyyy... other.. stuffy, dumb issues."
She nabbed the herbs off the shelf and found her paws already quite full. Well excuuuuuse her for being a little cat with little paws! She couldn't help it that the rest of ShadowClan were so overgrown, honestly. "Silentpaw! Get thisss moss stuff and... Take a cobweb stick, for the dead-- erm... no, for the not-dead guy."
She flinched, then shrugged it away. Dead, asleep, close enough, who cared! She pulled a few clumps of moss off the shelf for Silentpaw to retrieve and placed a stick with some cobwebs for him to carry. It's the least he could do.
Emerging from the storage to find her willing victim already fast asleep, Sleepysunrise smiled. She poked Slytiger's face once or twice juuuust to be sure. She set her herbs aside, pondering her options. She could only imagine they would need to move fast, but she was unsure whether the poultice would stay in a good enough shape while they went through the trouble of breaking past the bone of his tail... She would need Silentpaw to mash the herbs up while she took care of the bleeding. Noting to herself; "His tail mayyy need to be propped up, d'you think?"
She spoke to the ghosts over her shoulder, their distorted faces and broken voices chiming in incoherent nonsense. "I think you're right, brother dear!"
She chirped, leaving her herbs and stepping back right when Rockjaw appeared in the mouth of the den. "Right on time, Rockface! Say, stay put and make sure no one comes in."
She nabbed the sharp rock from his paws, holding it in one as she hobbled on her other paws, looking over its sharp edges. The medic has some experience cutting through skin and flesh - mostly skin - and intended to make the initial incision with sharp, deft claws, before smashing through the bone with the sharp stone Rockface had gotten her. She waved Silentpaw over with her tail, assuming the medic had been smart enough to do as he was told. "Use some of that moss to keep the area clean, and keep the tail steady, but donnnn't... get in the way. 'Soon as the tail tip's off, you got to prop the tail up and staunch the bleeding, or our not-dead cat may actually be dead."
That inversed the roles she had mentally assigned before, her eye twitching in response, but it was fine. It was FINE. This made more sense. Not like his life was important anyway (she just didn't want the blame for his mistake to fall upon her -- up to you to decide who 'his' is in this situation).
With everything said and done, this intricate procedure for which she was not at all qualified would come to a start. She glanced at Silentpaw, focus seeping into her features, for once looking at him not with disdain, but with genuine focus and interest in what's happening. She was checking whether he had a good grip on the tail and was ready, because believe it or not, Sleepysunrise was excited to perform this procedure and preform it well. As soon as she had confirmation, her whiskers would twitch and they were off. Having spent much time studying the skeleton her predecessors had left in the den, Sleepysunrise found good sense in cutting the tail right where two bones met. While she hadn't much experience detecting it beneath skin, it wasn't much different from gripping the skeleton's tail and finding a light dip where the bones met. The place she would soon mark with a first, skin-deep incision so she wouldn't loose it, followed by pushing her claws deeper into the skin and through the flesh. She first dug straight down until the bone (an easy enough task on a tail) to ensure she had found the right location, then would pull her claw through the skin and around the circumference of the tail.
That was the first step, the medic entirely focusing on the cuts she was making and trying to ignore the blood that began to pool where she cut. Hopefully Silentpaw could lightly dab some of it away with the moss without bothering her too much. Once the incisions were done, came the more gruelling part. She took the rock between her two paws, looked at Silentpaw as if ordering him to hold both sides of the tail steady - now more than ever - as she began to rise the rock up and WHAM. It wasn't pretty. She precisely slammed the sharp side of the rock down again and again right where two skinny little tail bones met with sickening sounds of the joints dislocating and coming loose after the several sharp, calculated hits. Blood naturally pooled in the area, but with an almost satisfying pop the tail came loose right there -- cut off, as if had never been attached. It was time for Silentpaw to act. Sleepysunrise quickly removed the cut-off tail piece from the scene, leaving room to the medicine cat apprentice to staunch the bleeding like she had instructed, while she could begin to prepare the herbal poultice hopefully before any dirt came into the wound. "Freaky."
She hummed.
[ -1 Lady's Mantle, -1 Burdock Root, -2 Moss, -1 Cobwebs | PP approved by Korok and Star ]
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Sleepysunrise is ShadowClan's current Medicine Cat.
She has a Semi-Closed den policy.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 48 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat tipped his head haphazardly at Rookfire’s response, mulling it over. A story he would perhaps be interested to hear another time on another day. ”Shame it wasn’t a real fight, but we’ll have our fair share of them again at some point.” His deep voice rasped, he wasn’t wrong. Real battles seemed to creep up on them eventually. Despite this recent rather peaceful time between the clans, Owlthroat suspected it wouldn’t be long until another spat reared its ugly head.
His yellow eyes flickered back up to meet Sleepysunrise’s once more as he tried to repress a thick shudder. ”The tongue’s sore, but fine. I imagine it’ll be tough in my mouth for a couple days.” The swelling on it had already mostly gone down, enough to speak without jumbling his words. But the iron tang remained present, not quite enough to spit at an enemy however. It pleased him at the very least to know that she’d seen that, his crowning jewel of the fight. Something he was sure he’d keep in a back pocket for use some other time, but after it had healed of course. He had an irrational inkling that if he did that again so soon he’d chomp right through the thing. His speech was a rather important facet, not what he’d want to lose.
The poltice felt nice against his wounds, he preferred it to the breeze tugging on them and he would heed the healer’s instructions not to touch with a nod. Similar to how he shook his head to her offer of dock leaves and spending the night, he would rather not. Even if his bones ached all the way to Starclan he wouldn’t be bringing himself to muster the courage it took to stay here. The herbs strong smell bristling at his nose all night, it wasn’t for him. Not at all.
"surely" owlthroat was right, if he knew anything, there would soon be another battle. or at the very least a border skirmish.
rookfire eyed sleepy as she mixed comfrey and chervil. a choice he himself wouldnt have made but accepted as the young medicine cat simply experimenting in a non problematic sense. it was clear there was some curiosity in owlthroat, rook was well aware that he'd been giving rather cryptic replies but it was getting late and the challenge had worn him out more than every day duties did. he'd have to rest if he wanted to function to standard the next sunrise. besides, it wasnt really a secret that he had taken quite the beating in the riverclan raid, a broken shoulder was hard to miss if you saw it. though, maybe that was the medicine cat in him speaking. perhaps owlthroat had put his moons long limping down to rook being dramatic and nothing else. hmm he preferred the version in which the older tom was simply unaware enough of his surroundings to have not noticed rookfire at all until he was healed up again.
'stay put'"im not keen on eating all your herbs no worries" rookfire huffed, staying put where she had left him. there wasnt really anything he could do with the poultice slathered along his ribs anyway. not without losing all of it. he was no fool, and a almost fully trained medicine cat on top of that.
"i should be fine" he waved off, while the medicine den was still preferred to the warriors den, still, he didnt fancy waking up to her hovering over him in freakish silence. sleep was his alone time. if she wanted to be weird she would have to come outside and climb into his tree.
"it doesnt hurt but you can take a look if you want" rookfire offered, knowing sleepysunrise - or maybe his own curiosity projected onto her - well enough that she'd be interested in finding out more about this new problem that may arise again in the future. the newly reinstated enforcer leaned down a bit before opening his maw, lips pulled back to allow her a clear view of all his teeth.
ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Silk Spinner * Purrk
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Well, they weren't doubling over the moment she applied the poultice, so it ought to be fine. Sleepysunrise shrugged a voice away, lifting her eyes to look at Owlthroat and the way his tongue moved in his mouth, contemplating. It wasn't like she could do anything about the swelling in his tongue, and he was talking okay. But as she was staring at the mouth attachment, she couldn't help but wonder if there truly was nothing she could do. Couldn't she shove some... I don't know, chewed up blessed thistle in his mouth as see if it does anything?? Her face was contorting in funny expressions as she thought. Then she dramatically rolled her eyes with a sigh. It would probably just be a waste of herbs... And she began grumbling beneath her breath while moving to dispose of the dirtied moss.
On the bright side, Rookfire was being a sport and read her mind in wanting to look at that tooth from up close. If it didn't hurt like he said she wouldn't waste any herbs on it either, but it was still on interest to peer down at the jagged bottom of a tooth that was left. She almost tempted to poke at it - her paw was reaching out in fact - but also yuck? Kind of unsanitary to be poking around someone's teeth with her paw. "I wonder what makes it hurt."
She mumbled thoughtfully, noting that it was mostly the tip that got broken. It was jagged and sharp, and wondered whether Rookfire would be having any chewing issues because of this. "Keep me updated."
She decided, stepping back to let both Rookfire and Owlman go now. They were free, free as birds, they could fly -- she could poke Rookfire about that tooth of his again later once she's had some time pondering over it in silence.
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