⸝⸝⸝ 彡 ☽ six moons ✮ he . him ✮ shadowclan apprentice ☾ 彡 ⸝⸝⸝
huge chocolate brown tom with darker brown markings that go down his back and limbs; lighter brown underbelly and chest. has a striped tail and small, tufted ears with round, blazing golden eyes. has thick fluffy fur and a raccoon-like striped tail. he has a single tooth that overlaps his bottom lip and is commonly covered in mud. he is missing half of his right ear; smells like dirt & wood. struggles with a stutter. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
····╰⪼ @Estelle (again so sorry about him. pp perms given if need-be!) .ᐟ.ᐟ
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ He giggled to himself at the sound of herbs being dropped. Still, she was quick to appear. The apprentice let out an excited yip once the white spotted molly appeared in the doorway of uhm, he wasn't sure. The place that smelt a lot like grass and other things.
Houndpaw huffed at her mumbling, sensitive ears quick to pick up on the comment. "And you l-look SSSAD! Like you always d-do. T-that, or m-mm..mad, " He grumbled back at her, but he wasn't even lying. She looked more frustrated with him actually then sad in this moment but he had watched her when she stood guard at Home. At least, that was the only word that he thought might match when had watched her deep within her thoughts. It was the same look Mama got sometimes.
Swift to abandon an attempt at insulting, "Why d-do you l-look s-sad all the t-time? D-do you not l-like being a herb-b cat-t?" He inquired, his voice taking an almost serious tone. He was always very serious when it came to his questions.
Unfortunately, this would last little once Houndpaw listened to Night Cat and showed her his bleeding leg. It throbbed painfully, which is why he was so confused when SOMEONE started PRODDING IT!!!! "OOOWWW! OWOWOOO!!!" He howled in his high-pitch voice, tail thumping against the ground as gosh heck, he TRIED to bare with it (no he didn't. he flinched away the moment he felt pain) but it was TOO MUCH!
With tears welting up in his waterline, his paws immediately went up to cuff over his torn ear to protect it from Night Cat's HORRENDOUS PRODDING. "I'M F-FINE NOW!!! NEVERMM...M-MIND-D!!" He barked at the medicine cat, attempting to stand up.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 47 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat had made his way to the healer’s den with his head held high. He held no concerns for the newly demoted Mudslide, in fact a part of him felt good that Rookfire had climbed back up the ranks. His personal prejudice against the clan-hopper now squashed, a bloody fight doing enough to put away his judgemental tendencies. Respect for the black and white tom at an alltime high.
He could feel the pain now, the adrenaline wearing off. Ebbing through his body, what a beautiful feeling. All of the ache and to come out of it with his rank held high in the end.
”I trust you’re expecting me.” He chuckled towards the healer as he once again dipped his head into the den. Not bothering to wait for her permission again. He had too much going on right now to worry about her unsettling gaze, he’d heal up and be done with it.
Why be scared of a medicine cat when he’d just fought a devil?
Somehow managing to survive Dawnstar, the first thing Slytiger does is make his way to the medicine cat's den. He's not about to die of an infection now that he has a second chance. Allowing the scents of the den to roll across his tongue, he realizes that it doesn't smell like Lostspark. "Hello?" he calls as he enters, eyes quickly adjusting to the darker lighting.
Coyoteblossom ♠ He / They ♠ Shadowclan warrior ♠ 17 moons
Oh- Oh stars he'd been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't even heard the medicine cat. He sucked a breath in through his teeth as he gathered his thoughts
"sorry- uh- symptoms..." He furrowed their brows, thinking carefully to the last couple days "She's been having stomach problems since she was born- but other than that I haven't noticed too much- she's smaller than her siblings- but I dunno if that's related-" They continued thinking back "I think she's thrown up once or twice recently... but right after she seemed... fine-" He said, glancing from Kinkkit to Sleepysunrise.
{ I have no idea how i managed to just not see the questions- I'm so sorry LOL }
Kink-kit
ShadowClan Kit ♕ She/Her ♕ 1+ moons "I know, I know I'll never fit in"
Kinkkit stared up at her father then blinked when Sleepysunrise gathered up some herbs, and she made a face. I'm fine, aren't I? She asked, ignoring the pain that was erupting in her stomach. It was getting worse and worse by second.
{ @Estelle - @seeingstars }
ׂ╰┈➤ 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 * Purrk * Purrk
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A small snarl crept upon her lips; she was throwing up and no one brought her here? And they were supposed to care for these kits?? Honestly! Sleepysunrise scoffed at his words, brow crinkling. "If your kit is sick, you bring them here."
She reminded the dumb oaf, stepping aside to disappear into the storage. "Stay."
She warned them, just in case.
Moments later, Sleepysunrise came back out carrying a small root and a green plant with a small purple flower. She looked strangely much calmer, the seeming fury that was there before replaced with a silent tiredness. She placed the root and plant before the kit, and slowly pulled them into smaller pieces, so it would be easier to swallow. "Eat."
She instructed the kitten in a much softer, though stern voice. Her eyes watched the kit carefully; vomiting could mean nausea, that is what the chervil root was for. The borage should help with the stomach pain, and would hopefully lessen the discomfort. She pondered these thoughts in her mind, not elaborating out loud.
"This should help. If it doesn't..."
She chewed the inside of her lip. So many stomach issues these days, what could be causing all of them. "Sleep here tonight for observation. Wake me if she vomits through the night."
She spoke to the adult in the room, gesturing to the patient nests on their far right.
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⸝⸝⸝ 彡 ☽ six moons ✮ he . him ✮ shadowclan apprentice ☾ 彡 ⸝⸝⸝
huge chocolate brown tom with darker brown markings that go down his back and limbs; lighter brown underbelly and chest. has a striped tail and small, tufted ears with round, blazing golden eyes. has thick fluffy fur and a raccoon-like striped tail. he has a single tooth that overlaps his bottom lip and is commonly covered in mud. he is missing half of his right ear; smells like dirt & wood. struggles with a stutter. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
····╰⪼ @Estelle (again so sorry about him. pp perms given if need-be!) .ᐟ.ᐟ
⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ He giggled to himself at the sound of herbs being dropped. Still, she was quick to appear. The apprentice let out an excited yip once the white spotted molly appeared in the doorway of uhm, he wasn't sure. The place that smelt a lot like grass and other things.
Houndpaw huffed at her mumbling, sensitive ears quick to pick up on the comment. "And you l-look SSSAD! Like you always d-do. T-that, or m-mm..mad, " He grumbled back at her, but he wasn't even lying. She looked more frustrated with him actually then sad in this moment but he had watched her when she stood guard at Home. At least, that was the only word that he thought might match when had watched her deep within her thoughts. It was the same look Mama got sometimes.
Swift to abandon an attempt at insulting, "Why d-do you l-look s-sad all the t-time? D-do you not l-like being a herb-b cat-t?" He inquired, his voice taking an almost serious tone. He was always very serious when it came to his questions.
Unfortunately, this would last little once Houndpaw listened to Night Cat and showed her his bleeding leg. It throbbed painfully, which is why he was so confused when SOMEONE started PRODDING IT!!!! "OOOWWW! OWOWOOO!!!" He howled in his high-pitch voice, tail thumping against the ground as gosh heck, he TRIED to bare with it (no he didn't. he flinched away the moment he felt pain) but it was TOO MUCH!
With tears welting up in his waterline, his paws immediately went up to cuff over his torn ear to protect it from Night Cat's HORRENDOUS PRODDING. "I'M F-FINE NOW!!! NEVERMM...M-MIND-D!!" He barked at the medicine cat, attempting to stand up.
ׂ╰┈➤ 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 * Purrk * Purrk
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Sad? When did she ever look sad?! Sudden flashes prodded her vision at the word and Sleepysunrise flinched away, ears flattening against her skull. She wasn't sad. She didn't have time to be sad; the medic grumbled under her tone, lips of her maw pressed together tightly in indignation when the next words that fell from Houndpaw's mind had her stop in her tracks. Like? She gave the young cat a quizzical look, clearly confused for several seconds. What did it matter if she liked this or not? It was her job, her duty. If she didn't complete her duty - eyes downcast and movements slow - what would Miss Grandmama do? She couldn't be useless. She couldn't be weak. She couldn't be hated by Miss Grandmama too.
So no, she didn't like this job - because she wasn't allowed to. That is what she told herself. Bar the excitement she felt whenever she got to try out a new herb, bar her endless pursuit of knowledge being her only occupation, bar the fact that she requested this job purely for the knowledge; she wasn't allowed to like any of it, not anymore. She needed to be whatever her grandmother needed her to be, nothing else for fear of being abandoned again.
The sudden scream as she worked pulled her out of her thoughts. She startled, dropping the clump of moss and edging back for a second with wide eyes that snapped to Houndpaw's moving figure. She didn't realise what was happening for a second, she didn't realise why he was screaming; a strange fear gripped her - had she hurt him? Yes. She flinched, she stood, but her voice rang before she could think. "Sit."
She ordered the apprentice before she could think better, voice more stern than expected. What was his deal?! Her teeth gritted as she stepped back. Fine, fine! "Stay put. ....I'll get you a poppy seed."
Grumble grumble. Might as well get the rest of the necessary herbs.
She disappeared into the storage with a wary glance over her shoulder, eyes landing on the slowly depleting storage. She had to send out patrols after this, she pondered, blinking into the darkness. The scars seemed not large, but deep enough at first glance; it wasn't infected yet, not that she could tell, but with this dumb kid she might as well take precautions. Discarding her old clump of moss, now dirty from falling onto the ground, she gathered some new moss and her eyes lingered between the chervil roots and burdock roots - in the end she took the burdock, it'd be fine for regular infections too - and a single poppy seed on the way. She hadn't taken two for fear that the big kid would fall asleep.
Re-emerging from the storage space, Sleepysunrise approached Houndpaw with the seed in paw. She presented it before him, nodding lightly. "Eat. I'll continue afterwards."
She spoke to the young hound. True to her word, she sat back until he would eat the seed and let her continue treating his wounds.
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Somehow managing to survive Dawnstar, the first thing Slytiger does is make his way to the medicine cat's den. He's not about to die of an infection now that he has a second chance. Allowing the scents of the den to roll across his tongue, he realizes that it doesn't smell like Lostspark. "Hello?" he calls as he enters, eyes quickly adjusting to the darker lighting.
ׂ╰┈➤ 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 * Purrk * Purrk
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Her gaze lifted from the dark corner of the den where the cat skeleton resided at her paws, eyes ablaze with a quiet haunting. Slytiger entered the den already within her vision, and her eyes narrowed on his wounded form. She lingered in the darkness for several instances, distrust simmering where she hadn't expected a near stranger to enter the den. Her hackles were raised, hear ears pressed back - ready to attack, to defend, when the light caught his pelt and that same fury blew away like the wind. Gone without a trace. She tilted her head; she had seen this one loiter around Miss Grandmama before, she was certain of it. The one her kit-sitter said was the spawn's father.
"What brought you back from the deadbeat dad club?"
Her gaze grew narrowed when she finally stood and the small cat approached the bigger one with a judging gaze; she was surprised Miss Grandmama had allowed him. Not only did he leave them, he smelled awful (well yes, that is what happens when a wound gets infected, which she would soon find out). Her lips pursed as she entered into her storage, cheeks puffing up just slightly with air. Unfortunately she couldn't deny this one treatment, or stuff him up with random herbs... Not unless that was why Miss Grandmama sent him here. At least he wasn't bleeding.
She got some moss from the storage, soaking it lightly in some water on her way towards the tom. He was big, as any ShadowClanner was - well, as any cat was - compared to her; the wounds were on his back, but she couldn't reach them unless he leaned down. This was usually the issue with the Owlman, her head quirked and her lip pouted. "Get down." Manners. "Please."
She could start cleaning the blood away and inspect his wounds from up close, then. Realise that that's where the foul smell came from.
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Sleepysunrise is ShadowClan's current Medicine Cat.
She has a Semi-Closed den policy.
ׂ╰┈➤ 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 * Purrk * Purrk
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Okay, she'd done this before, feeling some random cat's belly.... All those pregnant queens where Nightshiver made her feel their bellies, yuck. Sleepysunrise shivered in place, psyching herself up. "I know. I've done this before..."
She bit to the air before stepping forth and placing her paws on the warrior's belly, carefully pressing into the skin. She didn't notice anything at first; the warrior felt merely bloated and didn't seem to be in pain she applied pressure with her paws. Until, she did feel something, and her brows creased. She poked and prodded the same area a few times, applying some more pressure when she further poked around the queen's belly. It felt familiar. "...Could you be pregnant?"
She blurted out without much thinking.
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The black and tortie was not prepared for this type of discomfort. It felt like, in certain areas, the medic was pressing directly on her bladder or some other organ. She could only describe it as a feeling intense discomfort, having swallow back bile that rose in the back of her throat when Sleepysunrise seemed to have a spot to pay...special attention to. But as unprepared as she was for this feeling, she was even less prepared for the question posed by the medic. "Preg...nant?" The word came out like a whimper. The thought had never crossed her mind prior to this moment...was that possible?
Hickoryeyes and her...well...they had become mates rather quickly. And now he was gone...could these be his kits? Fluff-brain, whose else could they be?"I could...be pregnant...?" Was that a question or a statement? She was in too much shock to know. Embercloud felt a strange sensation creep up her legs, and she was very glad to already be laying down or else she was certain she would be feeling light-headed and pass out. She tried to pull herself together, looking over at the medicine cat with widened and concerned eyes. "I suppose...from Hickoryeyes...b-but why do I feel so sick?"
She felt her chest tighten as another thought occurred to her. "Are the kits in danger?!" She couldn't lose these kits now, not after losing Hickoryeyes!
Kink-kit
ShadowClan Kit ♕ She/Her ♕ 1+ moons "I know, I know I'll never fit in"
Kinkkit frowned. She didn't want to eat the foul smelling herbs, and she didn't want to sleep in this foul smelling place. But, obeying, she leaned forward and lapped up the herbs. Staring directly at Sleepysunrise, she wrinkled her nose to let the medic know that she didn't like them. Then, she felt her stomach growl, and she leaned against Coyoteblossom for comfort. Papa, are you gonna stay with me? She asked, her wide blue eyes nervous.
{ @seeingstars - @Estelle }
Sleepysunrise's words are harsh, but Slytiger takes them in stride. After all, they're not wrong. At least she doesn't attack him like it was clear she wanted to when she first laid eyes on him. "I managed to escape from my kidnappers," he says simply, leaning down at her request.
"It seems I've missed a lot, unfortunately. I hope to make it up, but only time will tell. If you know of anything Dawnstar needs, please let me do and I will do everything in my power to make it happen." His words are filled with determination and truth. Slytiger is going to make up for his absence, even if it kills him. And it very well could, knowing his mate.
it was kind of... weird in a way. to step over the medicine dens thresh hold for the first time in over four moons after residing within it for a majority of his time in shadowclan. after the 3v1 facing riverclan, beyond his initial healing period and the repeated rank change up until mossfreckles death and his own demotion. now he was following owlthroat quietly, a stranger within his home or whatever kitsch his brain could suddenly come up with.
rookfire quickly recognised the changes sleepysunrise had made, it was hard not to. while the skeleton was probably still tucked into some odd corner, the area reserved for the medics sleep had been shifted and tidied up, a stark contrast to the way he had treated the space. moons ago, stale moss was dragged thin in order to cover a larger space, to provide some faux comfort as he lay in front of the herb storage for rest. no more feathers or gifts, it looked almost uninhabited in comparison to what he knew.
the former medic kept his expression neutral and the wandering of his eyes to a minimum. he plopped down on the bare floor, seeing no reason in dirtying a perfectly fine nest. he wasnt going to stay here anyway. and if he was being honest, the den made him oddly uncomfortable.
in his best attempt to remain neutral, rookfire glanced at owlthroat who seemed to have perked up quite a bit since before the challenge. a lot more chattery. hm. "we wont be long" the newly reinstated enforcer commented briskly, remaining ear twitching in an effort to rid it of the drying blood, tacky and itchy.
[ @Estelle ; @Daragca | *skids to a halt* fashionably late as ever! ]
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