ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den

[SuspiciousMindz]

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[Treetiger] | Entity
​ThunderClan Medicine Cat | ThunderClan Entity
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"Dragonflypaw, go grab three pieces of prey then meet me by the... cuddle puddle group in the back. We need to tend to their wounds," Treetiger instructed, padding casually to the herb storage and pulling down a few of the plants into a large leaf. Once content, she'd bundle them up the best she could, which wasn't super tidy, then pad over to the three long-term residents of the medicine cat den. One would almost think they'd have to live here a while.

She'd drop the bundle near the trio then head back to gather some moss. She'd make two or three trips, carrying moss for cleaning and moss for drinking. She'd bring the soaked mossballs and replace the old one sitting near them. She'd properly discard the old moss later, for now, it was tossed to the side so she could focus on the task she'd been given by Spiderthroat.

Assuming Dragonflypaw had returned with the prey, Treetiger would sit beside their nest, eyeing each of them carefully as she spoke. "How are you feeling? Bumble...break, we need to change-" Treetiger would reach over, peeling away the old cobwebs and eyeing her shoulders and throat wounds. "-we need to change those," she finally got back around to talking, avoiding the hornet's gaze at all costs.

She'd shift on her haunches, looking at her herb bundle while Violetfreckle and Mudhound hopefully reported to her. "Dragonflypaw, you see this," Treetiger pointed with a claw, hooking the small, very leafy green herb. "Chervil, helps infected wounds. Bumblebreak's isn't as infected as it was, so we'll use this stronger herb to ward off any leftover infection. Chew it into a pulp, please," Treetiger instructed, handing her the herb and splaying out some cobwebs near their paws. "Then spit it onto the new cobwebs, I'm going to clean her wounds with this damp moss," she spoke. Each instruction and lesson was short and straight to the point. Treetiger would do as she said she would and gently rub the moss across Bumblebreak's shoulders and then on her throat. Slowly, it'd come free of debris and old tissue.

"Now, take your cobweb with the pulp and apply it to her throat wound. Make sure it sticks well," She shuffled back, watching Dragonflypaw attempt the wrap while her gaze lolled towards the other two warriors. They were next. Then, her eyes shifted to the wall, staring idly until her apprentice would say she was content. Treetiger would double check her once she was done.


[-2 moss, -1 chervil, -1 cobweb on Bumble]
@dino. - Bumblebreak | @vellichor - Violetfreckle | @Rani - Mudhound | @Dreamingstars - Dragonflypaw

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(Art credit goes to Starfall)
DRAGONFLYPAW
Thunderclan Medicine Cat Apprentice ~ 10 moons ~ She/Her
"If you're going to be mean, then do it elegantly."
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Mantispaw
Dragonflypaw looked up from where she was sorting herbs, ears twitching at her sister's voice. Tail flicking very slightly, the Medicine Cat Apprentice observed quietly at Treetiger spoke to her. Her mentor seemed to hate both her and her siblings- The cream speckled she-cat didn't know why, but someday, she would find out. With a slight twitch of her mouth indicating she tried to smile. Listening, the apprentice padded over, sunrise coloured eyes flashing. "Loss of appetite and throwing up." She murmured, commiting to memory. She could use them symptoms later on once they figured out what was wrong. She didn't know any illnesses really, so this was probably more Tree's problem to sort out. Dragonflypaw gave the tiniest purr to Mantis. "Hello sister." Is all she said.


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Orangeflower
Dragonflypaw smelt the arrival of a new cat, an interesting smell, but didn't look up from where she was studying a poppy, carefully removing the bad seeds. At her mentor's call, however, the apprentice looked up, eyes flashing, and put the flower down before coming over. The dark russet and brown she-cat peered closely at the queen, eyes sharp. "I'm not sure. Some sort of stomach bug, maybe? Probably something else though, if she hasn't thrown up or anything." That was said with doubt in her voice. The apprentice didn't know enough to make any assumptions yet, so she simply committed the symptoms to memory so that she knew what they were for future reference. She stared after her mentor for a second when she left it look through the herb storage, wondering if she would mess up her perfectly ordered herbs again.


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Drizzlepaw
Dragonflypaw wasn't actually doing much this time around- Just chilling, suppose. At her mentor's beckoning, the apprentice rose gracefully to her paws and glided over, yellow eyes bright, but still with that signature dark twinkle in them. She eyed the other apprentice with a mild, veiled interest, eyes sharp. With a twitch of her tail, she sat down near them, dainty paws tucked neatly under her curled tail. What was Drizzlepaw in here for, she wondered. He didn't look injured at all. Or even really sick.


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Cuddle Puddle
Dragonflypaw was on her feet in an instant, sunrise coloured eyes flashing and alert. At Treetiger's words, the apprentice simply disappeared, melting out of the den to get prey. She picked up three pieces as per her instructions- Three plump mice. She figured they were big enough, since injured cats didn't usually eat much. She padded back in gracefully, tail twitching, and dropped the prey down nearby. Listening to Tree's instructions, she nodded, committing Chervil, to memory. With a glance to Bumblebreak, Dragonflypaw lifted the small leaves into her mouth, chewing steadily. They left a gross taste on her tongue, but she chewed them anyways.

After a moment, she gathered the cobwebs into her paws and spat out the herbs. With an internal grimace, she started applying them Bumble's wounds, eyes sharp with concentration. After a moment, she pressed slightly harder, hoping she didn't hurt the Hornet, and stuck them securely. Looking at Tree, she said, "Done." And waited.


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[Star]

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Mothflame
Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 29 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly

Purrks:
Killer Aptitude T3 [INACTIVE] • Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Just a Scratch [Permanently Active]
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Oh, simply lovely, huh?
"Treetiger, your apprentice practically ordered me to come see ya. You taught her well," Mothflame laughed, though there wasn't an ounce of amusement. Okay, maybe there was a tiny bit. But it didn't show. She lifted her leg and shook it lightly. It hurt. "I'm startin' to think that bite from the otter hasn't really healed like it should've."
Obviously.

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[Rani]

Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3

Ooooh look! Guests! Struggling for a moment to dislodge their tongue from a long piece of fur around Bumblebreaks ear they'd been (over) grooming the tripod eventually did, leaving the fluff a bit drooly as they chirped out a "Heya Treetiger! Im doing good! The coughing has stopped and though breathing still feels a bit hard at times thats better too! Leg dont hurt no more and now its just a bit stiff! Howre you? Doing ok? Meddie stuff can be stressful so be sure to take breaks and do non meddie stuff, if you wanna hang out Im right here hehehe~" Honestly given how well the tripod looked and how energetic they were they were probably good to move back to the warriors den, though common sense said they werent going without the rest of the cuddle puddle.


Though with how hyper they were all cooped up and refusing to leave there would be consequences. Ie: endless talking.


Peering at the herby work the tripod piped up to Dragonflypaw, trying to be helpful and chirping out a "Lotsa herbs are good for infection like chervil! Especially now in new leaf with everything blooming, Treetiger is right and smart though some herbs are better to stop it then like fixy it.
Marigold is the most common used but Springli- Spring" Prooooobably shouldntve mentioned that name around Bumblebreak " said that its not the strongest. Goldrenrod though helps stop the bleeding faster as well as the infectiony stuff though I dunno how but the flowers die in leaffall, like marigold. Theyre both chewy herbs though not eaty.

In a pinch I remember that honey can prevent infection buuuuuuut its so hard to get because bees are ow and better for like, eating for treating sore throats and coughing and giving energy and- oh! Viviviivivii! If drinking is too much maybe you should try honey! Its not water but it kiiinda helps hydra-something like water does but less and maybe its not mean to you like water." Beautiful logic there but honestly? The logic logiced, honey was thicker and not much like water so if Violetfreckle was on the brink of dehydration again maybe she could manage to drink the honey as a last ditch effort.


"Honestly I kinda know more bone healy herbs then infection. Huh." Funny that given they'd recently pulverized a now healed rib.


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[c1nder]

「 ✦ Drizzlepaw | 43/100 ✦ 」

➳ Thunderclan Apprentice | He/Him | 6 moons [ + every 19th]
➳ Bewitched [damp!], the collector, Killer Aptitude [Too Young]

➳ medium-furred, blue-gray cat with blue eyes.
➳ shy, bold, caring
❧ Driz often portrays grief and depression, interact with caution

"Don't cry. Don't despair. Now's not the time for that."​

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"uhm... i have a cough that comes and goes, like once a moon or so, and my-" he paused, trying to figure out the right words, hrm. "and my fur is always damp! no matter how much i sun myself its always wet! i wanted you to take a look at it in case it was something bad..." he mumbled, still loud enough for the two to hear, he was just... nervous.

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[Beaan]

- Fadingpaw -
- He/They - 15 Moons - ThunderClan Apprentice -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!

cw; self-hate, depression, mild ptsd

Heal...Himself. The former medic flinched, trying to keep himself from bolting. That was not what he came for. He came to be healed and leave. Fadingpaw clenched his jaws, trying not to choke on the blood he still felt surrounded by.

Slowly, the medic shakily made his way over to the herb storage, Dull green eyes scanning over the herbs. It hurt to be in here, to look at the herbs, to look at the den. It reminded him of what he had done, how he failed. It was such a stupid mistake.

First he needed to...clean. Clean the wound off. He grabbed some moss and dipped it in the stream inside the den. Fadingpaw then sat down - A very rare sight, that last happened over 10 moons ago - and ignored how weird it felt sitting, grabbing the wet moss with a paw and pushing it against his muzzle. He repeated it another time to ensure it was clean before standing up limping back to the herb storage, disposing of the moss as well. Despite how much he hated it, he was in his element here.

Fadingpaw wiped away the tears that welled at his eyes, and reached for some horsetail before pausing. Instead, he grabbed chervil, chewing up the herb while reaching for a cobweb. Once the herb was chewed up into a poultice, he spat it out onto the cobweb. He laid down grabbing the cobweb-chervil pair and pressing it against the spot on his muzzle that gave him pain.

He used his claws to gently move the cobweb out of the way of his nose so he could breathe. The application was probably messy since he couldn't see his muzzle, but that should do good enough.

The tom snapped out of his mindset, his eyes growing sadder once more. It was strange - he never realized how much it was like being in a trance while healing.

"C-Cl. Een. W-Wou.nd. C-Cher.vi.l. Im-fect. ons." That was all he would stutter out without the feeling of the lump in his throat suffocating him. That and the fact his wound went from above the mouth to his chin, meaning the cobweb had to cover part of his mouth.

The large tom's fur started bristling when his dull green eyes landed on the warriors still in the den - Bumble, Violetfreckle and... Muddy. He winced, quickly looking away. He didn't have the guts or the heart to approach them. After all, after what happened, he probably lost the cat that had raised him and cared for him when nobody else had.

The only reason Fadingpaw lingered in the horrid den was so the medic(s) could examine his method. The large cat would wait to be dismissed - he didn't want to worsen relationships that were already sunken. His slow movements while healing should have left time for Treetiger to examine

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[Fenrir]

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Silent Scream☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Weepingpaw-☆
[He/Him]
{6 Moons}
~Gay~
"And its fine to fake it till you make it, till you do"
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Weepingpaw walked into the medicine den, Pineblossom guiding him in with Juniperkit on her back. The tom's ear- or well- where his ear should've been was gone and bleeding, red streaking down his face.

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☆-Pineblossom-☆
ThunderClan Hornet
[She/Her]
{33 Moons}
~Straight~
"And I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home."
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Pineblossom lowered Juniperkit off her back, dipping her head to Treetiger and Dragonflypaw as she walked in. "I've brought two of the three kits that got out of camp; the third has no injuries and is just a bit shaken up," the she-cat mewed.
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JUNIPERKIT
Thunderclan Kit ~ 4 moons ~ She/Her

Juniperkit lifted her head as they entered the den, blinking her large green eyes owlishly. They still had a rather blank look about them, and her coat was streaked with bright red blood. She wobbled unsteadily off Pineblossom's back when the queen set her down, and sat next to Weepingpaw, wincing at the pain. Her shoulder was hurting like crazy, and it throbbed where the chunk of flesh was missing from.

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(Art credit goes to Starfall)
DRAGONFLYPAW
Thunderclan Medicine Cat Apprentice ~ 10 moons ~ She/Her
"If you're going to be mean, then do it elegantly."
Prison Escape T1 | Silver Tongue T1
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Mothflame
Dragonflypaw padded in with the warrior, yellow eyes alert and twinkling, paws light. She kept glancing back at Mothflame's leg, noting the movements and winces, silently observing the look and smell of the wound. This should be a useful lesson. With a twitch of her tail, the apprentice continued inside, sunrise coloured eyes drifting away from Moth. She knew her mentor was in here- She could see the movements in the darker parts of the den.


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Weeping-Juniper-Pine
Dragonflypaw looked up from her nest, nose twitching at the smell of blood. With a small stretch, the apprentice stood up slowly, gracefully, and then padded into the light, yellow eyes glinting. She listened briefly to the Hornet's explanation, eyes flicking between the two kits and taking in the blood. "From the fox, I presume." The apprentice murmured, studying the silver tabby as she wobbled off of Pineblossom's back. Seemed pretty unresponsive. She flicked her tail elegantly and called back into the den. "Treetiger, we have the kits who went out of camp and got attacked." There was no contempt in her voice, but no pity either. It was their own fault.


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[vellichor]

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

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Because Mudhound was talking enough for the whole cuddle pile, Violetfreckle opted to stay mostly silent during this check-up. She watched the other cats scurry about and around as needed, trying to pay attention a little at the mention of herbs but honestly, not gleaning much from all the talking. The urge to just zone out overtook the gnawing feeling in her belly that told her it was foolish to rely on the medicine cats. Though the feeling was still there, of course. Vi couldn't just zone out guilt-free.

Speaking of Vi, there was her name coming a million miles per hour out of Mudhound's mouth. At this, she perked up with a small mrrp and considered. Honey? After a long pause, the tabby clicked her tongue. She'd forgotten her mouth was a bit dry. Then again, it was also just kind of something she'd grown used to by this point. She wasn't super dehydrated anymore—Mudhound and Bumblebreak had certainly helped that—but still. "Could try it," she finally mused, voice a bit raspy. Truthfully, Violetfreckle thought it was a waste of time and especially of honey considering the stuff was so hard to get. But she didn't quite have it in her to tell Mudhound that.

Vi hadn't quite realized she had been asked how she was doing. She thought this was a Bumblebreak checkup more than anything, to be honest. Which was necessary. If her mate died one more time, especially from something so preventable as negligence, Violetfreckle would become Violentfreckle. No guilty soul would be spared.

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