FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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So much noise.
The dark tabby blinked a few times as, not Wolfhawk or Hollowpaw, but Sparrowpelt approached. He still felt woozy and dizzy, but there was some feeling coming back... whether that was a blessing or a curse, he wasn't sure. So many cats everywhere. So much blood running. Had he blacked out for a moment? What was going on? He heard a lot of yelling, but Sparrowpelt's pressure on his side made him flinch and brought him back to his own injuries. A short hiss came out, more involuntary than anything, and more pain came with it as he felt the grinding in his own chest.
What did he say? Flintclaw's chest sounded good? Maybe he was still out of it, he was trying to catch on to what else was going on around him as the large tom disappeared for a moment. Spiderthroat was screaming. There was so much happening, it was all too overwhelming. His eyes managed to focus enough to make out not only several cats moving around, but the patrol still looked in a terrible state. Nothing was getting done fast enough, it seemed.
Thing's weren't becoming much clearing. What the hell was going on? The chaos was slowly getting more organized as the deputy started barking orders. Flintclaw wasn't much for understanding herbs, but was today the day he needed to learn more than just applying cobwebs?
Poppy seeds were dropped in front of him by Sparrowpelt. His chest was killing him, certainly these would do a number. He lapped them up, feeling the same, dry and nauseating feeling of trying to eat something. The world was still spinning. He was still in pain... How long would it be before the poppy seeds kicked it? He didn't know. He didn't even know if they would leave him in a state to help, but since he was stubborn and refused to be helpless while his deputy barked orders and his leader laid practically lifeless, he tried to push himself up into a seated position, but slid back down.
And boy, how the world spun. A quiet growl came from his throat, only exacerbating the sharp pain rising from his chest. "Sp...Sp'rrow... 'ow... c'n I 'elp...?" He asked the warrior who seemed to know what he was doing, at least for the most part. The rasp in his dry throat was heavy, but he needed to ignore it for now. Flintclaw was in quite the state, but if there was something he could do... He would do it until he passed out. If he needed to, he would drag himself along the floor if he couldn't walk.
He had a feeling he would be told to stay put, but until Spiderthroat was the one who told him, he refused to settle down. 'keep him still' Sparrowpelt had said. Flintclaw wanted to see them try.
His eyes narrowed as he watched the supposed med cat attempt to...have the tom with a dislocated jaw chew the herbs. Oh. ThunderClan was dumber than he believed they were. With how they were all scrambling so much. It was laughable. He couldn't help but chuckle.
That was. Until, she got up to move. Her gaze was fading in and out. He could feel his own form flickering. She was faltering. He wasn't finished, however. Which meant neither was she.
Nightmare Fuel TII used
He'd had eons to perfect where to slash. Where to make sure it hurt the most. After all, he knew how to heal said wounds, he'd know how to inflict them. A slash just at the upper part of her back leg, just straight up from the back pad. It would sting harshly. But it needed to wake her back up. She HAD to stay focused. He hadn't healed a drowning in centuries, and he was curious to see if he still had his past prime knowledge.
"You may have to take over for a minute." he chimed in, just after a raggedy beaten up loud mouth yelled something. At least someone noticed. "Prop them up leaning against you. You'll have to swipe those herbs and try to gently massage down the throat. Be careful for that jaw. It probably hurts a ton." he instructed.
"The jaw is the easiest thing out of all of this. Honestly. None of you know a single thing about what you're doing. Truly the lesser Clan." a portion of that was said under his breath. But at the same time, Magpiewisp wasn't trying to hide it. It was the truth after all. Look at how they all scrambled. Like little beetles and bugs beneath a rock he'd picked up.
"Make sure it was all swallowed, check and make sure there's nothing blocking the airways. As long as the airway is clear, than he'll need his jaw wrapped up, and secured. It doesn't look broken. But lots of teeth are knocked out, some on the verge." he sniffed.
So far she was holding onto the information he was giving wonderfully. Almost as good as his past apprentices. For how well she was working, he almost wished she was his past apprentice. Rather than going through all the effort to train just to find out htey were worthless. They made for good sacrifices however.
"You will need poppy seeds, cobwebs , a big long leaf. You gave them herbs that will assist them with breathing already but they'll need poppy seeds to soothe and calm them so they don't yell or make their jaw worse. Once you have those, you'll need to pull out the loose teeth so they don't swallow and choke on them. Once you do that, stuff cobwebs in their mouth on the holes where the teeth were. From there you will use a leaf and use the thicker part for below the jaw, and tie the thinner parts just on the top of the head. This will act as a fasten so the jaw will heal properly."
The inky, syrupy black form shimmered for a moment. Red eyes shifting blue for a mere second.
"You aren't done. However. As soon as all of that is finished. Their head and chest must be lower than the rest of the body. Otherwise whatever leftover water will stay in their lungs and they will drown. You will lay them on their side, with the neck and head extended, the rest of the body up in the nest, with a soft coushin for the head. This will assist with the draining of the water." this was a lot to retain. Was she capable of following his instruction? She was faltering. He could only claw so much until his puppet was broken.
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there's so many cats and there's sp much noise and he's being shouted at and it's all so. much. he's trying to focus but he cant but he needs to. and then he's given a direct order. Dragonflycliff. He can do that. How does he do that? shes missing a leg. her eyes all messed up.
"maplehaze," he says, "get me juniper. make her eat one." and he himself goes for the marigold, blessed thistle, and moss. "the juniper will help with shock. deal with the pain for now. your leg is more important than your eye right now." he feels like he's not actually talking to dragonflycliff, he feels like he's talking to himself, wading through thick honey while the wotlf around him is muffled, but hollowpaw does not have the time to think about any of that. that is the least of his worries.
he chews his marigold, immediately slathering the paste onto the stump of a leg. He doesn't know how to actually use the blessed thistle. he knows it helps after blood loss. on a whim, he tries to chew it up and use it as a poultice, mixed with the marigold. after that, he covers the stump with moss to keep everything in place. he does not know if that will be enough. but it has to be for now. maybe he should make that stupid ghost that did all his training tell him the details about specific ways to use herbs. give him fake trials and scenarios. practice. but that's neither here nor there.
art by @/snowflake. Ravenfire-She/Her
14 Moons PURRKS
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Nothing had happened for what felt like a little too long, and yeah, at some point she had definitely ended up on the ground due to blood loss.
And then it got loud.
And honestly? She was barely listening.
Focusing on staying awake was her current priority.
Suddenly, she felt someone press their ear to her chest.
Not that she had the energy to react.
She vaguely heard speaking, but her vision was poor due to nausea and of course, her eye, at the moment.
Ravenfire winced as she felt pressure on her gashes.
It was probably to fix them, right?
She was in the medicine.
Obviously it had to be.
The sun-rusted cat at least managed to hear 'Take these', and she saw, sort of, a berry and seeds.
She managed to take them, even if a bit slowly.
Her energy was running out.
It must've been a little worse than she thought.
She felt pressure on her face, and vaguely being dragged at some point.
She passed out at some point after that.
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Thorn-Crowned Amazon☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Pineblossom-☆
[She/Her]
{32 Moons}
~Straight~
"And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home."
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Pineblossom's eyes were wide. All these cats that had been so horribly injured in the otter patrol, and here she was after a fight with a rogue. Sure she was wounded rather nastily, as that rogue cat, beast, whatever it was, had fought so sporadically that it had torn into her deep. However, her wounds were nothing to those of the patrol.
"Don't waste time on me," she mewed firmly to the two cats assigned to help her. "I can make myself a marigold poultice and slap some cobwebs on it. The otter patrol needs your help more than I do," the queen mewed. The large she-cat winced when she tried to stand up, her shoulder shooting with pain.
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REDDOVE furrowed his brows. "No need to play hero." He began gruffly, reaching for some cobwebs. He figured he'd just help himself to them, along with the marigold. He wanted to use a limited supply if he could though, figuring that Pineblossom did have some truth to her statement. But, she still mattered as much as the rest of the cats in here.
Chewing up the herb, Reddove grimaced in distaste, ears flicking irritably. He spat out the pulp onto his paw and lathered it onto the she-cats scars. He could only hope he was doing this right, herbs weren't exactly his profession.
[-2 marigold]
"Brackenclaw." Reddove turned to them, gaze steely. "The cobwebs." He held out the sticky substance on his marbled paw, still holding that oddly disgusted look on his russet face.
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Tucked against Bumblestar was the tiniest, saddest withered stalk of a ragweed plant; the edges of the plant singed as if the survivor of some inferno. The smell of the plant would be minute, a keen nose might detect it beneath the smell of infection and blood, but overall the plant's value was more sentimental than medical unless given much love and care.
Anything that even happening were all something Quackpaw barely paid attention to; dying cats and well SHE HAD BEEN WONDERING why was it taking what felt like YEARS to heal MUDDY up!? Well she HAD BEEN, until yelling started popping around the den that seemed to have latched onto the apprentice’s ears. Wolfhawk. Hollowpaw. Useless!?. Was that why it’s taking AGES to get to Muddy?! Wolfhawk was a FULL MEDIC. He should know. He should know. He should know what to do, or else he should STILL be Wolfpaw. Muddy. Muddy wasn’t shivering anymore? Was that a good things? Or- or was that bad? She didn’t know, SHE DIDN’T KNOW
Something even a cat like Quackpaw would know; Muddy’s healer was no Wolfhawk nor Hollowpaw. She won’t complain. She wasn’t even sure if the warrior was told by either to specifically heal Muddy. Quackpaw might as well have taken initiative, and, WELL if Quackpaw knew an ounce of healing she would’ve done SOMETHING by now. She’d ACTUALLY be of help if she can’t be the one to fight otters. Those damned otters. Those damned medicine cats. And really, she didn’t care where the cat suddenly knew all this medical knowledge and really her only concern is why she hadn’t done so EARLIER because the healers sure weren’t. Muddy will live, see, Muddy will live. Muddy. Won’t. Die. Everything’s just. Everything should go smoothly and then. And then the otters die. Die. Die. DIE
Quackpaw’s panic died down ever so slightly when she saw Muddy making facial expressions; but that didn’t matter after it rosed up to where it was originally at when she heard the way Muddy spoke. Gurgling. No that’s NOT NORMAL. THAT’S NOT NORMAL IT’S NOT. That was the first time Quackpaw heard a cat gurgle, but it’s CLEARLY not normal. They shouldn’t be doing that. They shouldn’t. They shouldn’t. They shouldn’t.
Her eyes moved towards the warrior when her name was called; “U- understood” keep Muddy straight and sternal. Keep Muddy warm. Quackpaw would repeat it in her head. Until it was over, She had something to do, she had something to help with. She was helping Muddy’s healing, she didn’t get kicked out yet, she was trusted to help in something and she needed to do that job as perfectly as she can. Muddy. She was helping the brown tabby help MUDDY. They- they’re still cold? But they weren’t shivering- but that didn’t mean they weren’t cold anymore? They were still cold. Still cold. keep Muddy straight and sternal. Keep Muddy warm- wait, internal? INTERNAL. Was that what the gurgling meant? How does- how does someone fix injuries that are INTERNAL. The apprentice took her gaze at the lavender; right right right right right, she needed to- just hold the herb under Muddy’s nose, she can do that, she can DO THAT. AND KEEP DOING THAT, UNTIL THIS- this HEALER gets to WORK AND STARTS HEALING MUDDY
The brown tabby- she- was she PLANNING ON FAINTING—!?- WOLFHAWK! Wolfhawk- after a million years, WOLFHAWK WAS HERE- DID SOMEONE SUGGEST KNOCKING MUDDY OUT- But they’ve been trying to stay away since forever, and know they’re panning on knocking them out like that, how- why?? Huh!? “Knock-..knock them out??” what. Quackpaw didn’t seem to be getting kicked out yet, so she wasn’t going anywhere until that time comes keep Muddy straight and sternal. Keep Muddy warm. She caught onto Spiderthroat yelling at the medicine cat; uh- so, the- the herbs were chewed and they needed to get Muddy to swallow the herbs. She- she didn’t UNDERSTAND any of this, okay!! Would it- would it be harder to swallow with a dislocated jaw? As a cat of many words, right now she didn’t have any.. How did- she was out of her element but she’s here, TRYING to help MUDDY. She was trying to so SOMETHING and she’s holding this lavender under Muddy’s nose as much as possible like her life depended on it
Commotions happened, and stars, Spiderthroat spun back to live with enough energy to yell and throw demands. As expected of their deputy, Maplehaze nodded weakly. Though the orders from all the cats helping got the russet bengal a little bit confused, he did his absolute best to follow along. Afterall, the lives of his clanmates were at risk.
Dragonflycliff [ @Neptune. @sturgeonwind ]
He hesitated a little. Wasn't he supposed to look after Flintclaw? A little torn between his duties, Spiderthroat's tone had made him decided to make this trip quick. Haze padded closely alongside Hollowpaw, following him towards the injured warrior. Juniper...right, the berries that Wolfhawk had used earlier.Bluish berries- Maplehaze quickly made a trip to the storage area, sniffing around for the same berry as before. Aha, there it is.
He showed Hollowpaw it first, to confirm whether it was right or not, before giving it to Dragonflycliff while avoiding looking at her missing leg. He gently pawed at her jaws to open it before dropping the singular juniper in. "One juniper- um... please chew."
"Hollowpaw, I have to get back to Flintclaw. Call me if you need me again." Maplehaze informed, though he was sure there were much capable warriors than he is.
Flintclaw [ @SuspiciousMindz @namen_roodles ]
He returned back to the warrior as quickly as he could. The russet bengal looked around for someone to address his chest issues. Instead of Wolfhawk or Hollowpaw, it was Sparrowpelt who had stopped by to aid them. Thank the stars he did because the painful mumbling noises Flintclaw's making made the russet bengal's heart drop. "Thank you- right, water. I'll be quick."
He rushed towards the small pool of water, briskly but also careful of all the cats running here and there, and dunked the moss in the pool. Haze squeezed the moss a bit to drain the excess before making his way back to Flintclaw. He stopped right in front of Flintclaw and mumbled gently with the moss still in his mouth. "Please open your mouth, I'll squeeze you some water-"
The water dribbled onto Flintclaw's muzzle, and Haze just pray he was drinking it. "More?"
Ravenfire [ @Idiotic.Bean101 ]
Another warrior was passed onto him, though he didn't have to do anything but look after her. Maplehaze gave Sparrowpelt a small nod and a thank you before gently grabbing her by the scuff and moving her into the nest by Flintclaw.
There. All together. He finally settled down in front of them and made sure to keep a close eye...a open eye...whatever. "Please stay still as possible. If help is needed, I'll call them right away."
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REDDOVE furrowed his brows. "No need to play hero." He began gruffly, reaching for some cobwebs. He figured he'd just help himself to them, along with the marigold. He wanted to use a limited supply if he could though, figuring that Pineblossom did have some truth to her statement. But, she still mattered as much as the rest of the cats in here.
Chewing up the herb, Reddove grimaced in distaste, ears flicking irritably. He spat out the pulp onto his paw and lathered it onto the she-cats scars. He could only hope he was doing this right, herbs weren't exactly his profession.
[-2 marigold]
"Brackenclaw." Reddove turned to them, gaze steely. "The cobwebs." He held out the sticky substance on his marbled paw, still holding that oddly disgusted look on his russet face.
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Brackenclaw- He/Him, 27 moons old, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.
Brackenclaw would nod silently and work to help apply the cobwebs. Brackenclaw was never the most talkative of cats. Preferring to work with action over speaking. He wasn't mean but he sure looked as such. Instead Brackenclaw would grunt. "There you are. You think that's good Reddove?" Brackenclaw asked wanting a second opinion. @Mr_Possessive
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