So, dad was finally going to rest. She guessed he needed it. Not as much as Cicadapaw was making it out to be, though. A little tired by the whole affair, the apprentice sighed. She was happy he was alive, happy he had won, but she had been scared. Especially after Miss Bumblestar lost lives. It was only a testament to Dad's strength, though, wasn't it? She should be happy, not worried. No matter how ill all the blood made her feel.
Anyway, if Dad thought he'd be resting alone, he had another thing coming. Hornetpaw strutted toward the medicine den, instantly wrinkling her nose at the scent of herbs. Ew. Gross. Medicine cats sure were weirdos, if they could deal with this horrible stink. Apprehensively, she poked her way in. Yep, this place was proper weird. Hornetpaw forgot about her qualms, though, as her eyes settled on her father. "Dad!" The apprentice called, running over, then crouching by his nest. "You sure showed them, huh?"Perhaps he was strong, and perhaps he didn't need to rest qite as badly as Cicadapaw thought, but she still was an itsy teeny bit worried. "How ya' feeling?"
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Her worry was absolutely not subsiding.
Once she saw dad going into the medicine den, and then some of her siblings following, she was absolutely going in too.
So, the calico awkwardly nudged her way in, but moved less awkwardly when she saw her family, and went right over to them.
She heard Hornet's question to dad, and immediately added onto it. "Yeah! Are you okay?"
She could absolutely not help herself.
Seriously, with everything that went down, her paranoia is perfectly fair, alright?
Cicadapaw had been relieved when Bumblestar called his father into the medicine den earlier - glad he hadn’t needed to drag him there himself. He might’ve followed, if it hadn’t been their leader doing the calling - that obviously meant it was about important business he didn't need to be sticking his nose into. That, and he'd gotten distracted when Bumblestar stormed back out not long after to deal with Wolf - no, Fadingpaw.
He waited until a few of his siblings were allowed into the den without being thrown out before he finally made his way over. The coast was clear.
The sharp scent of poultices and herbs hit him full force as he slipped into the dimly lit space. He hesitated at the entrance, spotting Bumblestar curled beside her mate and brother in a shared nest. He offered a slight tilt of his head in respectful acknowledgement, just in case he was noticed, before moving quietly past them.
Only after that did his eyes find Spiderthroat, tucked further back, resting, a few of his siblings hovering nearby. His shoulders sagged with relief. Finally.
Cicadapaw didn’t say anything - he didn’t need to. His siblings had the talking covered. Quietly, he padded over to Spiderthroat’s side and settled down beside him. After a beat, he leaned in and began grooming his father's ragged fur, slow and methodical.
It wasn't until Bumblestar was pulled back into the cuddle pile that Violetfreckle finally settled back into reality. Her head cleared, the ringing in her ears quieted to background noise, and she pressed herself up against both Bumblestar and Mudhound with a small, shaky sigh. And then, she listened.
Truthfully, Violetfreckle's shoulders sagged with relief as the words came spilling out of Bumblest– Bumblebreak's mouth. All of the fire that had burned inside her mate had faded, and she had known it for a while. Bumblebreak was akin now to glowing embers, radiating just enough warmth to feel but able, if needed, to become a raging inferno once more. But Vi didn't really want that. Neither did Mudhound, by the look of it. Or Bumblebreak.
Sleep now, meeting tomorrow. In a moment of weakness, Violetfreckle's lip quivered at the simple statement. As Mudhound kept on going, she did her best to hide her face in their fur. Though they were broken and battered, her small family was here, together, for a night. She didn't quite have enough water in her system for her eyes to mist up, otherwise she would probably be soaking her sibling-by-love's fur. One small sniffle was all the indication she gave that she wasn't quite alright. Part of her wanted to grind her teeth and snarl, howl and curse the Stars above for doing this to her. For leaving Violetfreckle out of this moment. The tiniest part of her would even die to get an answer from the cruel spirits who nestle themselves above it all.
Violetfreckle grounded herself again by pressing up against her family. She leaned in toward Bumble and spoke softly, a little rasp to her strained voice. "Proud of you. ThunderClan couldn't have asked for a better leader. You deserve a break." As much as she wanted to joke about Spiderthroat hopefully earning the title of second-best leader, she didn't quite have it in her. As his swarm of kids ran into the den, Violetfreckle found herself watching. Listening. As much as he was made fun of for it, maybe Spiderthroat's hundred kids weren't all that bad. It was sweet, the way they all expressed their concern and love for him in their own ways. With that, Violetfreckle buried herself further into the cuddle pile.
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NightWatcher
︼⋆︼⋆︼⋆︼⋆︼ Tom|37 moons old|ThunderClan Warrior|Ultimate Predator - Not Active ✧ ˚ · "A true warrior fights for his clan".✧ ˚ · .
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-ˏˋ the tom stumbled into the medicine cat den, his chest leaking blood, it looked...well...bad "h-hello?" he croaked out, unsure of which medicine cat was here, everything has been happening too fast and It was hard to keep up..."help- my throat- its...bleeding..." he choked out as he coughed up some blood, his ears flattened as he just collapsed on the ground and heavily sighed...not something he needed happening..at least rosemouse was...gone.. ˊˎ
Oh, goodie, her first official(?) patient. The smell of blood had entered the den long before his voice echoed in. Green eyes peered from the darkness of the back of the den, narrowed and suspicious. A small shuffle around and the Bengal came into view, eyeing Nightwatcher with a hardened stare. Blood. BLOOD. Ah, yes. Inner Treetiger, or Entity, loved the scent and sight of blood. It was the only appealing thing about this new job.
Eyes drifted to the wound on his neck. Bright red and actively oozing. However, before she'd react, the tom collapsed with a spitting of blood. "Dramatic, aren't we." That wasn't a question. Treetiger lifted a paw, tilting his head to the side to peer at the laceration across his neck. Her own claws were lightly pressed into his fur, not hard enough to do any sort of damage, but hard enough to feel the pinpoint pricks where she touched.
Now the wound? It didn't look as deep as he was acting. Looked like some claw marks that might scar. "I think you'll survive," she mumbled, padding to the back of the den without any urgency to her steps. Just like before. Just like the last one. Easy. Easy fix.
She'd come back with a mouthful of marigold, moss, and cobwebs. Easy enough fix, at least she thought so. She'd been tending to wounds for how long now? This was just beginning to become muscle memory. She'd spit the bitter herbs onto the cobwebs, face distorting in disgust. How long would she be able to live with this? Chewing things so foul. The moss was dipped into the small stream located in the den, then pressed lightly to his neck, cleaning off some of the blood before she'd slather the marigold covered cobwebs across his neck.
"Now, if you're gonna lay on the floor in here, at least go pick a nest and lay there," she spoke curtly, turning to sit at the back of the den again. She'd watch and wait. If he didn't respond to her or acted more of a fool, then she'd have to step back in. She'd forcibly move him herself if needed.
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NightWatcher
︼⋆︼⋆︼⋆︼⋆︼ Tom|37 moons old|ThunderClan Warrior|Ultimate Predator - Not Active ✧ ˚ · "A true warrior fights for his clan".✧ ˚ · .
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-ˏˋ he laid there, allowing the medicine cat to treat the wound, he didn't feel comforted in the slightest but he'd suck it up, he managed to wobble to his paws and make it to a nest, he stumbled there and sighed heavily. eyes closing as he tried to sleep for a bit...maybe when the bleeding stopped, he could take his apprentice out again...maybe... ˊˎ
Oakpool is the current Healer of BloodClan, he has a Semi-Closed Den Vm me for healing. BatClaw is the current Deputy of Bloodclan @ me if he is needed. NightStar is the current leader of Nightclan, @ me if he is needed, Sage and saguaro are Alphas of their skulls, @ me if they are needed.
Wasppaw has been feeling better about this whole thing after seeing Spiderthroat recovered more despite the loss, and was much more reassured of him being okay after the medicine cat situation was dealt with. While she wasn’t too knowledgeable about Treetiger, if dad trusted them then Wasppaw would. It was still… terrifying. Her nights have been remixed versions of her father being dragged back into camp-
Terrifying more was just how used to it she’s gotten. Her nightly terror didn’t seize at her heart as much. It was horrible. As she entered the den with a slight wince at the herbs, Wasppaw’s vision tried to fill with flashes to her nightly terror as she stared at Spiderthroat in a nest. No. He was okay. Her siblings were okay. Everything was okay.
Making her way over to Spiderthroat and her gathering siblings, Wasppaw took a spot near his black and white feline, staring carefully but her lungs allowed a full breath for the first time in probably at least two or three months.
Mantispaw didn't go into the den just yet. This was too hard for her. She couldn't. But seeing her siblings gather around made her go in. Every step got harder and harder to do. But she got closer. "H-hey. How are y-you feeling?"
The smell of herbs stung the air. It stung her nose. Kinda reminded her of the plague when the cure got back. But those days were over. And she had to be better about her fears. She didn't know if she should comfort her siblings.
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NightWatcher
︼⋆︼⋆︼⋆︼⋆︼ Tom|37 moons old|ThunderClan Warrior|Ultimate Predator - Not Active ✧ ˚ · "A true warrior fights for his clan".✧ ˚ · .
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-ˏˋ he yawns as he wakes up to the stinging pain in his chest. it still hurt. "t-treetiger?" he called out weakly. "can i have...something for the pain?" he asked softly. ˊˎ
Oakpool is the current Healer of BloodClan, he has a Semi-Closed Den Vm me for healing. BatClaw is the current Deputy of Bloodclan @ me if he is needed. NightStar is the current leader of Nightclan, @ me if he is needed, Sage and saguaro are Alphas of their skulls, @ me if they are needed.
Lynxkit lays on a spot in the den. She feels a pain in her head. Thats why she going here. ''Treetiger, are Im sick? Did I gave to eat herbs now?'' She sighs. @SuspiciousMindz
Re: ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den
Re: ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den
