Cinderpaw
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10 moons || she/her || ShadowClan Apprentice small black tabby with minimal white markings and 3 legs; amber eyes
How does one articulate what's wrong when nothing should be wrong? Cinderpaw has no clue how she's supposed to explain that she feels like her leg is still attached and it's being crushed again.
Without words, because even just saying her mentor's name made her throat hurt, Cinderpaw glances to her stump and again to Rookfire, amber eyes clouded in confusion of her own.
"Don't know," she signs, shaking her head, "leg hurts... not there but it hurts."
visible confusion passed over his face before the medicine cat caught himself, breaking out of the odd sort and stillness he had been stuck in once the apprentice communicated what was wrong. rookfire had absolutely no clue what in stars name he was supposed to do but cinderpaws obvious discomfort and desperation spurred him on, mind reeling in search for a solution. the immediate and most obvious solution were poppy seeds but the medicine cat apprentice had no experience and currently no guidance on matters like internal pains, especially those located in or around limbs no longer attached to the body. the second and less .. potentially bad solution he came up with was cooling what remained of her leg like he vaguely knew to help with joint pain. both was internal and perhaps this would give cinderpaw some relief while he thought of something else.
"we'll figure something out, dont worry" he attempted to comfort the apprentice, voice honest (or as much as it could be whilst he tried to keep it from portraiting any of the fear or concern swirling within), already moving over to the herb storage to pick up some poppy seeds and moss to quickly saturate it with cool water before offering it to the apprentice. rookfire took a careful look at the healed wound in case there was something outwardly to see, any infection or just. anything. but came up blank, hesitating briefly before gently applying some pressure to the moss and thereby remains of cinderpaws limb in hopes of confirming for the apprentice that there was no leg to hurt. "tell me if this doesnt help, we can try ta' see if poppy seeds do if you'd like that" two small seeds rolled from his paw onto the hardpacked soil in front of his apprentices face, a offer, far different to the orders he usually felt like he was giving during treatment. eat this and do that.. this was new to him and perhaps her as well and he didnt want to force her into anything potentially useless or even harmful without consent. well. poppy seeds couldnt really harm one if consumed in a normal dosis but still.
[ completely up to you if cooling/poppy seeds help for the future as well, i'd be very happy to have rook figure out massage therapy (or the closest cats can get to that anyway lol) in case you decide to go with poppy seeds we'd probs need to figure out something that doesnt involve cinderpaw ingesting poppy seeds quite as often anyway. ]
ⵌ ➜ #GUTSPAW ˗ˏˋ ✮ it . teeth . bite . // seventeen moons ˎˊ˗
small spiky-furred black tabby with striking icy blue eyes. has a huge fluffy tail & a few scars in the shapes of bite-marks - notch in left ear.
❝HIGH ACHIEVER, DON'T YOU SEE? BABY, NOTHING COMES FOR FREE !!❞
Ugh. Gutspaw felt horrid even after it had wolfed down a toad. Seriously. Maybe it had lost more blood than it realized because it had a headache that wouldn't leave, nausea and dizziness every time it changed position, and a hunger that teeth could not fulfil. A hunger for something it couldn't even grasp, dare to ponder about. It didn't know what that said about it. How it could crave such things, to inflict such harm on its clanmates. Gutspaw had covered its own nest (..and some of the wall..) in asymmetrical clawmarks attempting to make the damn thoughts stop. Spinning in a circle three times. Running a lap six times. (Not the brightest idea.)
Finally, the apprentice relented and cautiously approached the medicine cat den. See, teeth figured it would just see how its wounds healed on its own but now it was desperate to ease the other peculiar symptoms so might as well surrender. "Yoo, anyone in here think they can take a gander at these bite marks? 'N also maybe if you had anythin' for like, a nasty headache and nausea that would be cool. No worries if not, " actually a lot of worries. Gutspaw needed to be put down if it didn't get some peace.
Speaking of, as if right on key the scent of the den hit Gutspaw's nose and it was leaning against the doorway for support. Its mouth filled with saliva, the scent of blood was so - strong, so tantalizing. Okay, seriously what in the abyss?? It was so dizzy with bloodlust.
cool grey eyes opened, angular head lifting from where it had been resting under his tail and barely supressing a yawn he located a familiar apprentice by the den entrance and immediately jumped to his paws, realisation chasing all exhaustion to the back of his mind. "didnt i say ye should come around immediately?" rookfire opened the conversation with scolding the soon to be warrior instead of actually replying to the questions as he emerged from one of the darker corners of the medicine den. stars curse him for not keeping track of all the cats that were involved in the rat and snake fight with all the things that happened. man he could make up a excuse for him to forget one of the other warrior or apprentice he didnt particularly care about but gutspaw was certainly one he had expected himself to remember. teeth not only being one of his favourite current apprentices with a sharp personality and a bright future if bite kept up the training and effort.
anyway, back to gutspaw and bites well, bite marks. "come over here, sit"
"i'll take a look at 'em n see what else i can do for ye" the medicine cat finally offered, picking up the herbs he would need to treat the apprentice on the way over; cobwebs, poppy seeds, burdock root (that he could actually rinse off this time, he wouldnt have to spend more time nauseous and with his stomach cramping, thank the stars) horsetail, chervil. nausea wasnt really something he knew a lot about or was keen to use herbs on given it was something internal that would usually pass with time but he felt generous today. "eat up" the medic ordered neutrally, pushing the two poppy seeds and chervil towards gutspaw while taking a long look at bites wounds before he realised he had forgotten moss which was totally his roleplayers fault. the medic took the opportunity to take a bite of the horsetail to chew on the way to the herb storage, which did cause his to have to attempt to wring out the moss with his paws but would save time in his opinion.
the trip back and forth would give gutspaw enough time to eat the herbs so rookfire returned to sitting next to gutspaw without worrying much about stepping on anything and pressed the moss against the nastiest of the wounds, one he expected to have been caused by a snake judging by the bleeding and shape, and would treat as such. otherwise, he could see a bunch of rat bites littered on the younger cats forelegs and one at the tip of its tail.
shifting the way he held the moss, rookfire got the cobwebs ready for use before removing the moss from the wound, applying a layer of horsetail paste and covering it in cobwebs in order to keep everything in place and as clean as possible. he pushed the remaining horsetail to the side, picked up the burdock root and went to quickly rinse his mouth to rid himself from the remains of horsetail before moving on to pressing the moss (turned a bit to not reuse the same side again) against gutspaws foreleg rat bites, applying the chewed up burdock root to calm the bites and cobwebs. after repeating the same process for the bite at the tip of its tail, rookfire took the time to rinse his mouth again before addressing teeth. "all done, the one on yer hindleg will probably scar..if ye start feelin' sick dont hesitate ta' come back here"
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 45 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Rookfire - @alec ]
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Battle-weary and tired, Mistlewhisker slipped into the medicine den. Cats lined the walls and were even resting outside, their wounds wrapped and the air scented like bitter herbs. The Deputy had waited until everyone else was treated before stepping in herself, which might not have been the best idea with how much the bite on her leg was bleeding, and the heartbeat that thrummed through it. Mistlewhisker nodded to Rookfire as he approached, settling down and stretching her leg out so he could see, not letting the flicker of pain cross her face. "Rat bites. A novel concept, I'm sure." A tired huff escaped her. "How are you doing? You conducted yourself well during the battle." Mistlewhisker had seen Rookfire tending to the wounded effectively, which was essential for success in a battle like this.
Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 45 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye] Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Rookfire - @alec ]
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Battle-weary and tired, Mistlewhisker slipped into the medicine den. Cats lined the walls and were even resting outside, their wounds wrapped and the air scented like bitter herbs. The Deputy had waited until everyone else was treated before stepping in herself, which might not have been the best idea with how much the bite on her leg was bleeding, and the heartbeat that thrummed through it. Mistlewhisker nodded to Rookfire as he approached, settling down and stretching her leg out so he could see, not letting the flicker of pain cross her face. "Rat bites. A novel concept, I'm sure." A tired huff escaped her. "How are you doing? You conducted yourself well during the battle." Mistlewhisker had seen Rookfire tending to the wounded effectively, which was essential for success in a battle like this.
in all honesty, despite not having fought at all during the battle, rookfire was slowly but surely getting tired, the day had been too darn long in his opinion yet any internal complaint was quickly supressed and drowned out. he had wanted this for moons, and finally been chosen to serve shadowclan in ways differently to the average warrior and stars above if he did anything he wouldnt complain about any of the work this brought on for him. even better, he'd been more or less rushing back and forth fulfilling duties that werent strictly his and should be grateful to finally get to do something. with what he would call doubts drowned out rookfire glanced at mistlewhisker as she entered the den, stepping around discarded moss he hadnt had the chance to clean up just yet and cats he had kept behind for a few more moment of rest before he sent them off.
besides the deep bite gushing a good amount of blood down her hind leg and onto the hardpacked soil, most of the deputies injuries appeared to be minor but a bit harder to identify which made the medic reach for both horsetail and burdock root once more. horsetail for those he assumed to be rat bites like the one on her hind leg, burdock root for the smaller ones that looked to have more or less stopped to bleed by now. he half-heartedly pushed the moss to the side before trotting over to the herb storage to fetch what he would need. at this point it would probably be better to simply leave the herbs out at the centre of the den instead of having to pace back and forth but part of him thought keeping them clean was worth walking back and forth for what felt like a eternity. "well enough ma'am, have not had any issues besides pondpaw yet" the former enforcer tipped his head in silent thanks for the compliment as he submerged a bit off moss in the stream cutting through the medicine den and pressing his forepaws together around the plant in order to remove most of the excess water. as he had done what felt like countless times before, the medic move to hold the moss against the snake bite with a bit of pressure, letting it soak up the blood and remove dust and grime whilst he chewed up a bite of horsetail.
rookfire went through the motions with practiced ease, waiting for the bleeding to cease slightly before applying the horsetail paste and wrapping up the wound with cobwebs before moving on to the smaller injuries and repeating the process, applying the rest of the horsetail before turning another small bite of burdock root into a paste before wrapping everything up. "please come back if ye start feeling sick or anything gets dirty" he repeated a version of what he had told pretty much every cat and thereby concluded his healing.
~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 28 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]
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Getting back to camp and the medicine den had been a blur. The stocky Enforcer had managed to hobble the last few steps into here on her own, internally cursing her legs for being so unsteady and weak at the moment. She'd been bleeding pretty bad, that much was undeniable; since Rookfire had patched up some of her wounds, it had mellowed out, even if she still felt like spots were clouding her vision ever other heartbeat.
Were the sticky substances binding her wounds already bleeding through, though? It was hard to tell, and the fluffy she-cat sank into the nearest open spot of the medicine den. There were already some other cats in there, and she had no doubt that it'd soon be even fuller from the Clanwide event. Even though she'd been one of the worse-off ones. Embarrassing.
Stewing in irritated silence, and mad at no one but herself and the cursed snakes with unusually-piercing fangs, Briarsplash narrowed her eyes and waited for a free moment before she spoke, her voice even raspier than usual.
"Mmm... might still be bleedin', I dunno..." she mumbled when she figured that Rookfire was close enough, not having the energy nor will to look down at the dressings already on her fluffy pelt and paws. Her head was still incredibly light and woozy, and that frustrated her all the more. But as impulsive as she was, it wasn't enough to deny treatment or push it off for too long — not when she actually cared about being able to keep doing her duties.
Meanwhile, the skin under Briar's overcoat burned like fire in shame and embarrassment, still remembering having to tear herself from the fight from some stupid snakes. But she'd keep that to herself, for now.
The young calico molly winced as she padded towards the medicine, as much as she promised herself she would never need such assistance... here she is asking for help.
~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 28 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]
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Getting back to camp and the medicine den had been a blur. The stocky Enforcer had managed to hobble the last few steps into here on her own, internally cursing her legs for being so unsteady and weak at the moment. She'd been bleeding pretty bad, that much was undeniable; since Rookfire had patched up some of her wounds, it had mellowed out, even if she still felt like spots were clouding her vision ever other heartbeat.
Were the sticky substances binding her wounds already bleeding through, though? It was hard to tell, and the fluffy she-cat sank into the nearest open spot of the medicine den. There were already some other cats in there, and she had no doubt that it'd soon be even fuller from the Clanwide event. Even though she'd been one of the worse-off ones. Embarrassing.
Stewing in irritated silence, and mad at no one but herself and the cursed snakes with unusually-piercing fangs, Briarsplash narrowed her eyes and waited for a free moment before she spoke, her voice even raspier than usual.
"Mmm... might still be bleedin', I dunno..." she mumbled when she figured that Rookfire was close enough, not having the energy nor will to look down at the dressings already on her fluffy pelt and paws. Her head was still incredibly light and woozy, and that frustrated her all the more. But as impulsive as she was, it wasn't enough to deny treatment or push it off for too long — not when she actually cared about being able to keep doing her duties.
Meanwhile, the skin under Briar's overcoat burned like fire in shame and embarrassment, still remembering having to tear herself from the fight from some stupid snakes. But she'd keep that to herself, for now.
tail tip twitching with the slightest bit of delight he could manage at this moment in time, rookfire metaphorically welcomed briarsplash into the medicine den with open paws, glad that the enforcer had taken his word serious and returned like she was asked to. he wouldnt say his work had been sloppy on the field but he still preferred getting the options to take a look at it in a more controlled environment. as soon as the enforcer entered the medicine den, rookfire stepped away from the herb storage with the same selection of herbs he had been using for the last few cats that had come in for treatment, only stilling briefly to consider poppy seeds for briarsplashs case specifically. he couldnt really make assumptions on how the older cat would act upon being asked to stay and rest but he would keep the possibility of making use of the little dark seeds open for when it was time.
the older cat didnt look particularly well and small spots of pink were already starting to show through the silked threads he had applied to the enforcers wounds just a few moments ago. internally cursing himself, rookfire held the moss into the stream before pressing the excess water out of the sponge like plant and moving over to briarsplash. from closer up her behaviour appeared even more concerning, voice raspy and quiet, unlike to confident cat he had usually perceived her as. "'b'fore i start i hope ya already know yer staying here for a while, if not, now you do." he began, slowly peeling away the cobwebs that had been covering briarsplashs most severe bite. the horsetail had probably helped but its effect had possible worn off by now and the bite was bad so he wouldnt be surprised if that was the case, which didnt mean he wasnt a bit disappointed the herb that had been serving him so well the past moons had appeared to metaphorically break under the pressure. once the cobwebs were off the larger wound and he had wiped the remaining horsetail paste off he applied gentle pressure to the wound using the moss he had picked out. "how're ye feelin'?" might as well ask stuff while just sitting around doing nothing. stifling another yawn, glancing to the den entrance to make a guess about the time it was currently. realistically not late enough to be tired in his opinion, not from what he could see from here at least, but with nausea and cramps still churning in his stomach (curse the burdock root) he wasnt doing the best right now to be honest.
the next few steps flew by in no time, remove the moss, chew up horsetail and burdock root, horsetail and cobwebs onto the large wound, remove old cobwebs from the more minor bites, clean, apply horsetail or burdock root paste and cobwebs, attempt to get the darn blood drenched cobwebs to stop sticking to his paw and give briarsplash a friendly nudge once he was done.
finally and without saying another thing, rookfire ducked out of the medicine den, trotting over to the prey pile looking a bit worse for wear than usually, fur rough and standing off at odd angles due to the lack of grooming it had received at this day, stopping to pick out a piece of prey he deemed suitable for a cat he respected and valued. rook ultimately selected a decently sized greyish-ginger squirrel that was rather dull looking but still had the body of a well fed animal instead of the thinner one he tended to see in prey caught during leaf bare. speeding up to a loose canter rook crossed the clearing back to the medicine quickly and then almost knocked his head into the top of the den entrance due to the movement connected to running.
he didnt though, managed to slow down and duck into the den in time and without slamming his head into the wood which wouldve been pretty unfortunate for treating the cats returning from the fight. a spinning head or just being knocked out wasnt really the ideal for looking after others. "for you briarsplash, take a rest n tell me if ye need anythin'" a small smile on his maw, the pushed the squirrel towards the enforcer before turning away to collect the moss drenched in blood to varying degrees of severity that had been piling up as he treated cats back to back.
[ *nervous laughter* why so many words || briar is gonna stay in the medicine den for a while until rook thinks she isnt at risk for passing out at random anymore lol ]
The young calico molly winced as she padded towards the medicine, as much as she promised herself she would never need such assistance... here she is asking for help.
rookfire was just shuffling a pawful of blood soaked moss out of the way, half heartedly kicked into a corner because rookfire was overall a big fan of 'out of sight, out of mind' right now, when turtlepaw limped into the medicine den, her wince making the young medic turn his angular head towards her, cool grey eyes shining in the low light of the medicine den. while the young calico didnt look as injured as some of the other cats he had previously treated, she looked to be taking it worst out of all of them, not like he was blaming her, she was still young and the others had mostly been battle hardened warriors who fought to stand up straight and keep all signs of pain to their inside.
besides, he was a medic, and in no way supposed to judge his patients even thought that habit had stuck around from his time as an enforcer, he could at least pretend like he wasnt making his assumptions based on their outwards appearance. "sit, please"
the medic quickly scooped up a bit of moss, horsetail- holdup no there was no bleeding to stop, burdock root and cobwebs before padding over to where he apprentice had paused. herbs placed on the ground next to where he would sit to treat the apprentice, he walked back to repeat the same process that had his paws still damp, wet the moss, wring it out. walk back to the apprentice, rinse blood and grime from the wounds after taking a bite of the burdock root to multitask the treatment in order to get each cat in and out of the den as quickly as possible. after he removed the moss from the first wound and applied a bit of the burdock root to dull the pain, the applied a generous amount of cobwebs before moving on to the scratches. the same process was quickly but professionally repeated, last bit of burdock root applied and cobwebs covering the wound he parted from the apprentice, padding over to the small stream cutting the medicine den in two to rinse his mouth. "keep the wounds clean, don' remove the cobwebs, come back if ye start ta' feel sick. youre free ta' go" he rattled off, walking past turtlepaw to actually get rid of the bloodied moss now.
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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The High Priestess ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
❀⊱ { - 1 moss // - 1 marigold // - 2 cobwebs } ⊰❀
❦ Mossy hues settled judgementally on the pale grey tabby tom as he entered with whispers soft paw falls inaudible as the small skitters of dirt he sent ricochetting on the wake of each evenly placed gait, loathing reminded silently placed between a medically imposed mask of indifference and a twitching tip of a feathery tail, Mossfreckle hadn’t quite kept up with the fight outside of assessing the situation from his den knowing he would be the one to handle a majority of the issues that arose from it. A lone two suffixed prefix stood starkly within the oriental’s starry mind as he took in the uncrowned victor and the former enforcer who, having fallen from grace, held but - in the herbalist’s mind - a small win in his position remaining unfilled… disgraceful and distasteful… an echoing of his own opinion which was washed like sand from the seastones by his own lack of care for the situation, no changes had been made and all that had been made was a fool of both felines now entering his den, he held no felicitations for either and neither did the gathered felines now dispersing once more chased away by the afternoon sun.
❦ Absentmindedly gathering the herbs needed for the peppering of wounds that dappled the bicoloured chocolate toms pelt Mossfreckle be happier to have had the utmost joy of not dealing with Foggymask despite his lesser wounds, regardless the medicine cat remained silent as he approached Shrewstep allowing the now former enforcer to figuratively and literally lick his wounds from the battle. Silvery verdant moss dabbed in gentle strokes across the tom’s leg as Mossfreckle allowed the water seeped moss wash away the grim and blood that had accumulated on the most severe of the array of wounds that battle had placed on chocolate and sandy pelt, white twinged maw worked on chewing a ruffled orange bud into pulp as he cleaned the wound which soon became gilded as ginger paws applied the marigold to the wound and bandaged the ailment with silken threads. Only then did the toms lilting tones slip from his maw to echo through the sun dappled burrow, formality sticky like honey in the simple questioning assessment, ”Do you think you need a poppy seed, the wound seems fine despite the nasty scar it will leave, just need to stay off it a bit,” he spoke calmly and evenly, ”that being said you seem fine albeit it a possible mask of pain so please let me know and I’ll get you one before you leave,” he doubted the tom needed one probably being more akin to gashes and bites of a more severe category but his offer would stand regardless.
❦ Turning his gaze to the other lesser ailments the freckled tom dipped his paw into the remaining golden liquid and applied it sparingly to the lessor scraps and more attentively the nipped ear which would be a permeant etched remainder of the battle, a story written on shrewsteps pelt they he doubted the tom really wanted to remember… [I]or needed a reminder to remember.[/B] With the last of the marigold now adorning Shrewsteps pelt with a soft damp glistening the healer wafted the silken threads of the cobwebs into thin bandaged strips which were wrapped gently around his ear, an uncomfortable sort of bandaging to have to deal with unfortunately, and a few little strips pressed over slightly weeping scratches and he was done. A flick of his white tipped tail directed Shrewstep out of his den, ”You are free to leave now. Please be mindful of your ear and leg and leave the bandages be, come back if they seem dirty or are coming lose. Did you need the poppy seed?”
{ @gs29513 ~ Shrewstep // I deeply apologise for the wait, thank you for your patience. This post is an utter rushed mess as well so I apologise for such as well. }
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౨Mossfreckle is Shadowclan’s Medicine Catৎ
it is not a fate cast in the stars, it is a calling written in blood and etched in bone
tail tip twitching with the slightest bit of delight he could manage at this moment in time, rookfire metaphorically welcomed briarsplash into the medicine den with open paws, glad that the enforcer had taken his word serious and returned like she was asked to. he wouldnt say his work had been sloppy on the field but he still preferred getting the options to take a look at it in a more controlled environment. as soon as the enforcer entered the medicine den, rookfire stepped away from the herb storage with the same selection of herbs he had been using for the last few cats that had come in for treatment, only stilling briefly to consider poppy seeds for briarsplashs case specifically. he couldnt really make assumptions on how the older cat would act upon being asked to stay and rest but he would keep the possibility of making use of the little dark seeds open for when it was time.
the older cat didnt look particularly well and small spots of pink were already starting to show through the silked threads he had applied to the enforcers wounds just a few moments ago. internally cursing himself, rookfire held the moss into the stream before pressing the excess water out of the sponge like plant and moving over to briarsplash. from closer up her behaviour appeared even more concerning, voice raspy and quiet, unlike to confident cat he had usually perceived her as. "'b'fore i start i hope ya already know yer staying here for a while, if not, now you do." he began, slowly peeling away the cobwebs that had been covering briarsplashs most severe bite. the horsetail had probably helped but its effect had possible worn off by now and the bite was bad so he wouldnt be surprised if that was the case, which didnt mean he wasnt a bit disappointed the herb that had been serving him so well the past moons had appeared to metaphorically break under the pressure. once the cobwebs were off the larger wound and he had wiped the remaining horsetail paste off he applied gentle pressure to the wound using the moss he had picked out. "how're ye feelin'?" might as well ask stuff while just sitting around doing nothing. stifling another yawn, glancing to the den entrance to make a guess about the time it was currently. realistically not late enough to be tired in his opinion, not from what he could see from here at least, but with nausea and cramps still churning in his stomach (curse the burdock root) he wasnt doing the best right now to be honest.
the next few steps flew by in no time, remove the moss, chew up horsetail and burdock root, horsetail and cobwebs onto the large wound, remove old cobwebs from the more minor bites, clean, apply horsetail or burdock root paste and cobwebs, attempt to get the darn blood drenched cobwebs to stop sticking to his paw and give briarsplash a friendly nudge once he was done.
finally and without saying another thing, rookfire ducked out of the medicine den, trotting over to the prey pile looking a bit worse for wear than usually, fur rough and standing off at odd angles due to the lack of grooming it had received at this day, stopping to pick out a piece of prey he deemed suitable for a cat he respected and valued. rook ultimately selected a decently sized greyish-ginger squirrel that was rather dull looking but still had the body of a well fed animal instead of the thinner one he tended to see in prey caught during leaf bare. speeding up to a loose canter rook crossed the clearing back to the medicine quickly and then almost knocked his head into the top of the den entrance due to the movement connected to running.
he didnt though, managed to slow down and duck into the den in time and without slamming his head into the wood which wouldve been pretty unfortunate for treating the cats returning from the fight. a spinning head or just being knocked out wasnt really the ideal for looking after others. "for you briarsplash, take a rest n tell me if ye need anythin'" a small smile on his maw, the pushed the squirrel towards the enforcer before turning away to collect the moss drenched in blood to varying degrees of severity that had been piling up as he treated cats back to back.
[ *nervous laughter* why so many words || briar is gonna stay in the medicine den for a while until rook thinks she isnt at risk for passing out at random anymore lol ]
~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 28 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]
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Briarsplash could tell Rookfire was pleased that she'd actually heeded his instruction. The Enforcer may be hotheaded and not really know her limits (hence the near-fainting on the battlefield as blood poured from her wounds), but she wasn't mouse-brained enough to ignore a medicine cat's words. Especially when she actually wanted to get better as soon as possible.
When Rookfire mentioned she'd be staying there for a minute, her golden-green eyes flashed in protest, a low grumble starting to leave her — but it quickly died in her throat as she winced, a pang from one of the snake bites lancing through her. Her already-dizzy head spun, and she let out a ragged sigh, simply grunting in agreement instead. Fine... but only because she knew he was right. She was clearly not happy with it, but wasn't rash enough to argue with the professional here.
As the medicine cat apprentice got to work, Briarsplash did her best to make no qualms, staying as still as she could and only letting out a hiss or two of pain as the sticky substances were pried from her thick fur and the wounds were prodded once more, albeit gently enough. She was a bit too tired and woozy to be her feisty self anyway, which was telling. When Rook asked how she was doing, she let out a raspy, humorless huff.
"...Like I got my head knocked into the clouds," she grumbled, suppressing another wince. Stars, she was tired... sleep sounded good. Real good. Thankfully, Rookfire's treatment was quick with practiced ease, and she didn't have to sit there for too long letting herself be tended to. It didn't feel great to be so... vulnerable. To be at the mercy of another cat's paws. Even in the best of settings where she was simply being aided, such as this, it made her skin prickle uncomfortably under her fur.
When the medicine cat had initially left without word, she'd assumed it was because her healing was done and that he'd be onto the next patient. Starting to move gingerly and settle into her nest, Briar did her best to heave her stocky form down without agitating any of the careful dressings. But then Rookfire returned with a squirrel in his jaws — and not too scrawny of one, either. Eyes glinting in the dimness of the herb-scented den, Briarsplash's ears flicked as she registered that the prey was for her. Oh... of course Rookfire was simply taking care of his patient, but it was a kind act nonetheless. She surely wasn't used to that, either. It reminded her of that day Hillstrider had randomly come up to offer her prey as she'd been cleaning out the dens, and her skin felt hot under her fur at the thought of that insufferably (yet endearingly) happy tomcat.
Shaking her head as if dismissing the memory, Briarsplash cleared her throat, trying to ignore the way her stomach growled at the sight and smell of the prey. She batted it over towards her, eyes flicking between the squirrel and Rookfire, appearing a bit awkward for a moment. "Oh, ah... thanks," she managed to rasp out gruffly, the actual gratitude still managing to get across. She hadn't even realized how hungry she was until it was right in front of her. The Enforcer didn't dare touch it until Rookfire turned away, and that's when she took a ravenous yet controlled bite of the squirrel, tucking herself into her nest as much as possible. Well... if she was gonna be here awhile, may as well get comfy. Even if she scowled the whole time.
[ @alec - i also have so many words xD and okie sounds good!! ]
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Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat!
she and Cobwebfern have a semi-closed den policy.
Re: ShadowClan Medicine Cat's Den
Berryshine is RiverClan's medicine cat! 
|| briar is gonna stay in the medicine den for a while until rook thinks she isnt at risk for passing out at random anymore lol ]
