ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den

[Starfall]

Magpiewisp
He/Him || Ancient RiverClan Medicine Cat || Dark Forest
@SuspiciousMindz , @Rani , @Beaan

He missed it , the thrum of excitement in his paws, the thrill rushing through his veins. He needed to go back, experience it again, even if it was through someone else’s paws. Through someone else’s eyes. He needed it, he craved it.

The pull grew stronger, almost as if it were beckoning him, and Magpiewisp did nothing more than sink lower into the bog and allow himself to be pulled along once more.


Once again, he blinked, and was looking over the shoulder of the bengal. Perplexed at the shaggy brown lump of fur they seemed to be fretting over. Ears twitched. He’d seen it many times, a drowning. The proper procedure wasn’t followed after resuscitation, and instead they were drowning in their own air.

There it was. That thrill. One slip up and they were dead and he loved the feeling. He was a God to those he healed and helped, and they could do nothing more then plead and request for his assistance. His whiskers quivered.

”You don’t have the herbs needed for this.” he stated plainly, as if he’d been there the entire time. His body still throbbed with aches and pains from when he’d last summoned those herbs. Hopefully they were getting put to good use, they needed them desperately.

No matter, he’ll instead pull from her reserves. Pull just enough to the point where she’s on the brink of exhaustion, but not any more. He still wanted to use her after all. He didn’t know any other feline he could puppet like this.

After a pull from his soul, there they were. Appearing just as a feline nearby moved, almost as if they were seen sitting on them. A Wealthy medium sized bushel of a number of herbs. Burnet, Chamomile, Coltsfoot, Comfrey, horsetail , even Dandelion and Lavender. They’d need it all. And that’s all he could give at this point in time. He’d exhausted his resources. The scent wafting through the den, barely overtaking the stench of sweat, blood, and infection.

It took the Dark Forest tom to collect his thoughts, shaking his head as if to reset. He hadn’t done that before. He was never this generous before truth be told, but he would blame it on the excitement, the thrill.

”Your friend is still drowning. Grab the Lavender and begin wafting under the nose and rubbing the chest. They’re most likely frigid to the touch which means they’ll end up going into shock. Once that happens it’s over and not even I can save them.” a statement.

”Once you do that, grab the Coltsfoot, the small yellow flowers with big lily pad leaves, Chamomile, little white flowers with a big yelllow center , and the Burnet , those big flayed leaves. You’ll have to chew it up, and they have to swallow it. Judging based off of how they’re looking, I don’t believe they can swallow without choking and that will be a whole other issue.” a pause as the shadowy version of Magpiewisp leaned forwards in anticipation.

”any questions?”

[Rani]

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

They were cold. It was warm today, ever warming from the winter chill turning to spring and Mudhound was, well, slightly chubby. It was just how they were built and it was good, meant despite their usually thick warm fur being soaked on occasion they usually managed to stay warm. So why were they so so cold?



Their body was wracking in weak trembles as the cold set into their bones, simply having no blood to bleed from the gouge in their leg anymore, shock and blood loss was intermingling but dont worry! The shivering, the cold was getting better!


Yes Mudhound had been left for so long amongst the chaos they were no longer feeling cold or shivering! .....I can hear the medically knowledgeable among you panicking. For those who arent, when you were cold and stopped shivering, stop feeling cold, it wasnt for a good reason. Its because the body was rapidly loosing the bare energy to maintain its required body temperature to survive.



The fixation in their gold eyes, the bare focus they had left to stare at Bumblestar, was gone to blur. Their eyes were open, seeing, but vacant and hazy, lacking the strength to see across the den at what anyone was doing anymore. Mudhounds breath gurgled in their throat, each breath wet strained and drowning despite being long freed of the river.


Quackpaw and Sprucejumper, they had Quackpaw and Sprucejumper. What.... What would happen to Quackpaw if they died? Would they go back to Brackenclaw? Quackpaw didnt want to be trained by him though, and Sprucejumper, Mudhound knew their boy found making new bonds so so hard and just wanted him to have cats he could rely on. He had...... It was a bad sign Mudhound didnt have the hazed mind to remember the molly he'd been bonding with given her name was just said, but he had her at least but.... Mudhound wanted the world for him. For Quackpaw to not loose the light the tripod knew better then most it was so hard to keep. They hoped if they died the two would find solace with eachother, maybe Sprucejumper could become to her what Mudhound was to him.



If felt more like a when as they felt themselves slip in their own mind as time tick-ticked on with no healing. It was hard to remember why they were fighting to not just.... Slip away to sleep. Hard to remember it wouldnt be sleep.


For all he held a demon, two even, Treetiger was their savoir.


The tripod gurgled, twitching what would be a thrash as sudden movement jolted by touch on their agonized leg. It was an effective wake up however, and the fading tripod was once more granted pain fueled adrenaline to keep them alive. No pain herbs but stars besides the jolt to wakefulness Mudhound couldnt even feel it, laying perhaps too still as their mangled leg was treated.
Gold eyes drifted to their help, blinking slowly as a dark form, swapping between black and vile and perhaps something more fishy? Warped and cruel but with purpose swam in their vision. 'A weird hallucination this demon', they had enough to muse before their lagging brain recognized the cat haunted. Treetiger, they'd trained this funky little gal and liked them but struggled to find a connection.



Like they'd kidnapped Sprucejumper until he loved them and they were close but Mudhound just kinda knew in their bones that if they'd tried that with Treetiger she'd maul them. Actually the two would get on quite well in the tripods humble opinion, maybe if Mudhound died they'd find a bond there.


Because now it was if, not when.


A mangled mouth stretching into a grin as hazy eyes once more found brief focus, Mudhound lacking the energy to life their head but enough to try and fail to gurgle out Treetigers name. It failed, turning into a hacking cough but the warm weak grin around a broken mouth lingered, the tripod resorting to flexing their limp paw and claws on a nearby root. Root-tree claw-tigers, great logic.


That took what little they had for a bit however and the tripod was left vaguely complaint with her treatment and completely lacking the brainpower to note that Treetiger shouldnt know a single ounce of healing. Much less all this.

Any herbs shoved down their throat would go down rough, hacking and full of pained wheezing but Mudhound would comply with complete trust in the tabby.


@SuspiciousMindz @Starfall @Beaan @Alchemist Kitsune @Minku

[Neptune.]

Any ideas?? Yeah he has one idea. An idea that he hates this and everything that's happening around him. Still he turns to Wolfhawk, with a tilt in his head, decidedly ignoring every other voice around him, every other gasp of pain or whimper of agony.

"She's unconscious, right? so she can't eat or drink," he pauses. are they supposed to force something down her throat? "maybe we treat her like a baby bird? feed her that way?" hollowpaw suggests without confidence.

@Beaan @dino.