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Base by Cocoroll, color by Cloverspring ASHPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice | 6 Moons | A fluffy, pale grey tom with green eyes and a black-tipped tail.
Silver Tongue T1 | Mind Reader
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Ashpaw was thankful that his other three paws were only a little bit sore from his drop. It would be far worse of a walk to the medicine cat den if the paw now gingerly tucked against his chest hadn't cushioned the fall for the rest of his body. However, he probably wouldn't be walking on three legs and going to see Sleepysunrise in the first place if he'd just managed to land on all four. Sure, his paws would be sore, but they wouldn't be as painful as every limping step that jarred his weirdly twisted paw. He wasn't sure he'd seen anything on a cat twisted that badly... So, he tried really hard not to look at it.
Not that it was a well done effort. There was definitely a grotesque curiosity in how it looked. Really, what held him back was the fear of tripping on something else while he followed Hawkbite back, as well as how painful it was to move it around. He stopped trying to curl the toes on his left forepaw, realizing that it didn't curl his toes and instead brought some of the worst pains shooting up his forearm along with an uncomfortable grinding sensation where it was twisted.
Finally, they were back in camp with Ashpaw still hobbling along. He was trying very hard not to slow the commander down, gritting his teeth and just chugging along as best as he could... but, now that he was stepping into the medicine cat den, he could sit down for a moment and avoid jostling it any more than it already was. The nervousness of Flytail still clung to him and he hoped that Sleepysunrise could fix it... Whatever she was able to do about it. He was not expecting this to be a comfortable experience. After the walk here... the last thing he wanted to do was have his paw jabbed and moved. If he could just keep it right where it was, hanging pressed against his chest, that would be fine.
Ashpaw peered into the medicine cat den, then looked back up at Hawkbite, before turning back to face the rest of the den. "Uhm... Excuse me, Sleepysunrise?" Despite his best efforts, his voice was strained as he continued desperately to ignore the pain radiating from the broken wrist. Stars, he didn't expect it to be so swollen so quickly! It was already near as thick as his shoulder... Maybe that was an exaggeration. He decided not to try and actually compare the sizes.
The Commander trekked back with Ashpaw. Rather quiet, planning out how he'd have to tell Dawnstar about the situation. He was sure she'd have his ears for it, but did she really think every session was going to go so smoothly? Out of his many tree climbing lessons and amount of apprentices, Ashpaw was the first to actually get injured. Those were good numbers! Right? He thought so.
So, when they came to the Medicine Cat den, Hawkbite allowed Ashpaw to call in, sitting outside the mouth of the den, waiting. His tail thumped on the ground, but it wasn't aggressive enough to show annoyance. "Perhaps when you're healed, we'll give tree climbing another go. If you want," he tried to lighten the situation just a tad. He knew this would set back Ashpaw's training a bit.
Newtbelly skulked into the medicine den, trying his hardest to maintain a stoic exterior. Not only did his whole body sting from the wounds, but he felt like he could collapse at any moment. Part of him - no, all of him - was hoping Silentpaw was trained up enough to deal with his wounds, because, to be honest, Sleepysunrise scared him a bit. Funny how he was more than happy throwing paws in front of the whole clan, but dealing with the medic struck fear into his chest. She'd called him bellyrub when he last returned from patrol. Bellyrub!!
An exasperated sigh left his lips, as he took one more step, legs beginning to shake very lightly from exhaustion. If this was over quickly enough, he'd be able to go to his nest and nap in no time. He just needed to get through it. He wasn't even sure what to say - Sleepyrunrise had seen the fight for herself, and must be expecting the two of them. There wasn't much need to announce his presence. "I'm here for the... Medicine... Stuff." He forced the words out like a stubborn kit. Sure. At least it was something.
➳ heavily scarred white, orange and brown tabico with cloudy blue eyes
➳ rough around the edges, antisocial, self-depricating
"I once believed that the road of happiness continued forever and ever into the distance. When it was destroyed, I realized for the first time that it lies upon a thin sheet of glass."
❧ this character often portrays self-hate, interact with caution
she said nothing as she padded into the den, her anger was unmatched at the current moment. why, why, WHY had sleepysunrise said anything??? she couldve actually had a chance. 'i couldve had a chance' lingered in her mind.
she lashed her tail as she paused in her stride. i put my trust in you and you broke it.. she bitterly thought, awaiting instruction.
ׂ╰┈➤ 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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Booo, it was so lame that she had to interrupt her watching the fight to treat these lame-o's that just had to tear each other apart. What a waste of herbs, she couldn't help but think, Newtbelly could've gone a bit easier on Hazycry (I mean look at that face, as if her scowling wasn't bad enough already, the tooth peeking out only made it worse). Gosh this would put a dent in her herb stores to be sure; her whiskers twitched. She had already been awaiting them inside the den when Newtbelly and Hazycry came in. A few lightly wetted clumps of moss lay at the ready, as well as a single poppy seed for each wounded warrior. Of course they would be coming in together.
She watched them stand at the mouth, grunting permission to enter. Hazycry still looked sour as ever; Sleepysunrise didn't understand how everyone was falling for the dumb trick of hers, still dead-set in her belief that Hazycry couldn't have possibly regained her sight. She ought to ask Miss Grandmama why she even entertained this nonsense later. Her whiskers twitched, and she pushed a single poppy seed towards each of the patients. "Sit, eat."
Were her instructions as she separated the humid moss into different, smaller chunks that she could use for the various wounds littered across their bodies. What an annoyance, the last time she had to treat two cats at the same time she could let Rookfire clean his own wounds.
She turned to Newtbelly. "Hold this to your chest and cheek until you've staunched the bleeding, apply pressure. I will take care of cleaning the brunt of your wounds, but feel free to start doing so yourself."
She pushed a clump of moss his way before her eyes flickered to Hazycry. She couldn't ask the same of her cousin by virtue of her being unable to see her wounds, and had a lot more of them as well. "Hold this to your mouth where it hurts."
She handed her some moss, then turned around her to move towards the back of the warrior. There she began by first of all staunching the bleeding at the base of her tail and her thigh, the wounds that seemed to be bleeding the most.
Once the worse wounds were taken care of, she could set to cleaning them and the rest of the scars that littered Hazycry's body. She first applied some pressure on the remaining wounds on her body, then moved to retrieve a clean chunk of moss and started removing the debris and dirt from each little scar. She started at the base of her tail and thigh once again, then to her back right knee, followed by her ankle wound, then the shoulder wound and lastly her face wound before carefully moving to remove the moss Hazycry had hopefully be pressing to her lip scar. She was constantly switching for cleaner corners of the moss and refreshing her clumps, finished her meticulours cleaning of each and every little wound and scar and nik and cranny of Hazycry's wounds with the ugly looking lip scar she now sported, careful to not miss anything. Her very last cleaning action took the form and taking some moss past the various bite marks around her paws, removing the dirt there too. Likely a lot of Hazycry's scars were superficial, as were Newtbelly's.
[ -3.5 Moss, -2 Poppy seeds ]
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Sleepysunrise is ShadowClan's current Medicine Cat.
She has a Semi-Closed den policy.
Base by Cocoroll, color by Cloverspring ASHPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice | 6 Moons | A fluffy, pale grey tom with green eyes and a black-tipped tail.
Silver Tongue T1 | Mind Reader
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Ashpaw was thankful that his other three paws were only a little bit sore from his drop. It would be far worse of a walk to the medicine cat den if the paw now gingerly tucked against his chest hadn't cushioned the fall for the rest of his body. However, he probably wouldn't be walking on three legs and going to see Sleepysunrise in the first place if he'd just managed to land on all four. Sure, his paws would be sore, but they wouldn't be as painful as every limping step that jarred his weirdly twisted paw. He wasn't sure he'd seen anything on a cat twisted that badly... So, he tried really hard not to look at it.
Not that it was a well done effort. There was definitely a grotesque curiosity in how it looked. Really, what held him back was the fear of tripping on something else while he followed Hawkbite back, as well as how painful it was to move it around. He stopped trying to curl the toes on his left forepaw, realizing that it didn't curl his toes and instead brought some of the worst pains shooting up his forearm along with an uncomfortable grinding sensation where it was twisted.
Finally, they were back in camp with Ashpaw still hobbling along. He was trying very hard not to slow the commander down, gritting his teeth and just chugging along as best as he could... but, now that he was stepping into the medicine cat den, he could sit down for a moment and avoid jostling it any more than it already was. The nervousness of Flytail still clung to him and he hoped that Sleepysunrise could fix it... Whatever she was able to do about it. He was not expecting this to be a comfortable experience. After the walk here... the last thing he wanted to do was have his paw jabbed and moved. If he could just keep it right where it was, hanging pressed against his chest, that would be fine.
Ashpaw peered into the medicine cat den, then looked back up at Hawkbite, before turning back to face the rest of the den. "Uhm... Excuse me, Sleepysunrise?" Despite his best efforts, his voice was strained as he continued desperately to ignore the pain radiating from the broken wrist. Stars, he didn't expect it to be so swollen so quickly! It was already near as thick as his shoulder... Maybe that was an exaggeration. He decided not to try and actually compare the sizes.
The Commander trekked back with Ashpaw. Rather quiet, planning out how he'd have to tell Dawnstar about the situation. He was sure she'd have his ears for it, but did she really think every session was going to go so smoothly? Out of his many tree climbing lessons and amount of apprentices, Ashpaw was the first to actually get injured. Those were good numbers! Right? He thought so.
So, when they came to the Medicine Cat den, Hawkbite allowed Ashpaw to call in, sitting outside the mouth of the den, waiting. His tail thumped on the ground, but it wasn't aggressive enough to show annoyance. "Perhaps when you're healed, we'll give tree climbing another go. If you want," he tried to lighten the situation just a tad. He knew this would set back Ashpaw's training a bit.
ׂ╰┈➤ 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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"What happened to you?"
A voice echoed from the den as she came to meet commander-man and Ashpaw at the mouth of the herbal home. Her nose scrunched for a moment as she watched how obviously swollen the paw was, and somewhat oddly twisted. Without much wait she turned and waved her tail to follow her inside where the patient nest was already awaiting Ashpaw. She didn't look over her shoulder when she dipped inside the herb storage to quickly grab a single poppy seed from her shelves, reappearing moments later with a twitch of her whiskers.
"Can you move your paw?"
A meek voice asked the apprentice, eyes focused on the swollen wrist. Swelling... That called for daisy, dock, stinging nettle stems or blessed thistle. Luckily they still had some blessed thistle in store, but if this was an internal issue she might need comfrey against inflammation. She needed to be certain of what she needed first, but it was a good thing Hawkbite decided to accompany the apprentice, she could send him on an errand to find what she needed. Looked like it was high time for her to send out patrols, she mentally commented.
Reaching out carefully, the solemnly focused medic intended to take the apprentice's hurt limb between her paws and carefully try to move it to gauge his reaction before she would let him eat the poppy seed. If the leg had such a weird bent, however... She grimaced for a moment. It was small, but her gut was telling her she might need stinging nettle and comfrey for this; the wrist could be broken if it was limp and weird like that.
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Sleepysunrise is ShadowClan's current Medicine Cat.
She has a Semi-Closed den policy.
Base by Cocoroll, color by Cloverspring ASHPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice | 6 Moons | A fluffy, pale grey tom with green eyes and a black-tipped tail.
Silver Tongue T1 | Mind Reader
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Ashpaw looked up at Hawkbite when he offered another bout of training after he had healed up. He smiled at the commander, glad that he didn't seem mad. "I can try again? Yeah!" He mewed, feeling a bit of excitement mixed with anxiety around possibly falling again. Well, if he fell again... hopefully he would land properly.
Then, Sleepysunrise appeared. His ears drooped a bit as having to explain brought embarrassment. No one else had fallen. "I fell out of a tree, and my paw twisted and popped when I landed..." He said as he followed the medicine cat into the den and sat in the patient nest. Sleepysunrise disappeared into the back of the den for just a moment before asking another question. His tail twitched uncomfortably.
"It's... really painful when I try... and I can't move my toes..." He replied, looking down at the paw still held up against his chest. "My paw moves weird when I try..." He added. He really didn't want to try, but if she asked, he would show her. The uncomfortable grinding sensation and pain made for a terrible combination that he was not keen on experiencing again, hence why he had stopped trying during his walk here.
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He resisted the urge to grumble at Sleepysunrise's blunt instructs, and did as he was told. A little seed. It didn't taste of much at all, and for that he was thankful. Sleepysunrise began messing with the moss, tearing it into pieces. He wasn't sure what moss was used for, but he knew it was almost always the first thing used. Seemed like it was to soak up the blood and dirt? Sleepysunrie's next instructions told him as much. He grasped the moss as best he could, and began applying it to his chest - yeesh - he winced in pain as the moisture cleared the blood away. Not nice. Then his cheek - even worse. He tried his best to hold a stoic expression, but the tom was quite obviously wincing in pain. That darn feint. If only he hadn't come in so confident.
He wasn't sure he'd retain many scars from the fight. Those from his and Owlthroat's face off with the fox had almost disappeared beneath a coating of fur - and most of these weren't as deep as the ones created by the canine. He reckoned 6 moons? Was that a fair guess? His ribs, though - that one might be here for the long haul. It hurt like hell, especially where it overlapped with the existing scar. Though, as his head turned to look at it, he did notice that it was barely bleeding. Nothing compared to his cheek.
Silence flooded over them as the medic worked. He wasn't sure he had anything to say to Hazycry. If she were blind, he'd been planning to commend her skills, the way she could sense vibrations and wind changes. Stars, if he hadn't got so stuck on that during the fight, maybe he would have performed better. Still, despite Hazycry's sight, his trick with the pebbles still worked. Even though she could tell he was literally throwing pebbles? Hm. Dumb luck for his end, he guessed. He wouldn't expect most cats to be fooled by such a trick. Newtbelly couldn't say he was upset or angry about Hazycry's deceit - just confused. All he could hold against her was her choice to challenge him, the fact she thought she could do better. His claws flexed, holding the moss to his cheek.
MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Enforcer | 20 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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So, she managed to make the cut. Officially an enforcer, now. Mosstangle felt both elated and absolutely exhausted. The dark tabby leaned against Blackjaw, tail curved lightly over his back, as she limped into the medicine cat den to see Sleepysunrise. Her shoulder was throbbing, stars danced in the corner of her eyes, and her chest burned where Dawnstar's claws had slashed her at the beginning of the battle. She hadn't gotten to really take a good look at Flytail, but she couldn't help but wonder if he had taken any bad hits.
"Hello, Sleepysunrise," She mewed lightly, as though she hadn't just been cut to pieces. Was it painful? Yes. She had plenty of bruises on top of the obvious injuries. Mosstangle had a good feeling that she would be feeling this fight for a while. It was worth it. It looked like she had most of the enforcers agreeing that she had what it takes, and Dawnstar as well. It did make her wonder if Dawnstar had been planning to choose Flytail before the others spoke.
Mosstangle is an Enforcer in Shadowclan! Mention me whenever she is needed! My characters' thoughts, emotions, and actions are simply descriptions and roleplay, and do not align with my personal thoughts, emotions, and actions. *Pockets Full Of Purrkies active!*
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"They told me all of my cages were mental"
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The trek to the medicine cats den wasn't excessively long, but when he was worrying about Mosstangle's wounds, it felt longer than it was. The tom walked slow and steady with the queen, acting as her right paw, since the real one was in no shape to move. Eventually, they reached the den and stepped inside.
The tom's eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he noticed Sleepysunrise and Silentpaw both. The tom dipped his head to the duo, standing strong beside Mosstangle. "Let's get you sitting down," the tom mewed quietly, slowly lowering his back legs to sit, allowing the she-cat to move at her own pace. The tom held his stance, protective almost of the queen in this wounded state.
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