…And then they had yet another visitor. One who reeked of foxes and blood. Well, three visitors, actually–but you get the point. Her usually calm expression was overthrown by that of rage, an emotion that she rarely ever expressed outwardly–what had Alderstep been thinking? Had this patrol gone well at all? Where even WAS he? If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve stormed out of the den to go and lay into him… But Bumblestar had probably already done that, and additionally, Alderstep probably felt awful about this whole situation already.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she scooped up a wad of moss with one of her paws, noting what Springpaw had told her. She was quick with her motions before she was rushing over to the trio, gently urging Sourpaw a few steps away so that she could assess the damage. The sight made her gawk, her throat closing up for a moment–or maybe it was Yarrowcrest’s undying concern for his mate that was making her feel all emotional. It was nice to see love like that. Whatever, not the point.
“Sourpaw, kiddo? It’ll be okay, we’ll get her all fixed up, I promise. Could you take a step back, maybe two, just to give us a bit of space?” She asked, voice gentle and reassuring to the frightened apprentice. “Mark my words, okay? We’ll fix her.”
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The voice of Spiderthroat caught her attention–well, that, and the overwhelming scent of blood and foxes that she had become so accustomed to today. Her nose scrunched up in slight distaste at the scent, but she batted away at the thought before her face returned to it’s usual neutral expression. “Coming,”
The sight that awaited her was.. Something, that’s for sure. Stars above, did everyone get absolutely mauled during these patrols?“Put them down in some moss beds for me, would you? You can settle down somewhere too, but I’m going to tend to them first–”
She was already darting off to grab some supplies before she could wait and see if Spiderthroat would do as advised. There was no point–he had already carried them all the way back home, so of course he’d put them down in moss beds, she knew that much. As she scrounged up a wad of moss, two heads of marigold, some cobwebs and a poppy-head, she came bumbling back towards the trio. Dropping her supplies, her gaze darted towards Spiderthroat.
“You know how to take care of business, yeah?” A rhetorical question. “I’m gonna work on Rainfall first, please, try to stop or at least minimize Mudhound’s bleeding. You can use some of the cobwebs I’ve hauled out here, or you can go and grab some more from the storage–please, Spiderthroat.”
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She/Her - Trans MtF - Lesbian - 9 Moons - A small pale long furred cream she-cat with yellow eyes and a white heart spot on her cheek
The cream apprentice took two, albeit very decently small, steps back. She didn't wanna get in anybody's way but she felt so useless. She wanted to help, not just sit around and wait to see if her mentor was gonna die or not!
Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
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Lurking around the darker crevices of the tree den, the young healer had been contemplating. Snow white-furred paws quietly trekked along the soft, cool dirt floor, barely making a notable sound as they left faint noticeable imprints of her small paw-pads as she paced through the back of the den. Her mind buzzed as she felt herself contemplating the visible memories of the critical forms of both Lotuspaw and Leafpaw standing within the den, both caked in blood and equally critical wounds; their flesh severed and tattered judging from the recoiling stench of those foxes that held no dear mercy when attacking them. Springpaw felt her claws dig once. Twice. Three times into the soft yet cool soil beneath her rather tiny paws. Stars above, what the hell had that tom practically been thinking when he brought two, barely even old enough apprentices out to fight against beasts who could kill them just by simply snapping their small bodies in half?
The rather tiny oriental feline usually never was the type to be angry or ticked off at someone all just for a simple mistake that they caused. Naturally, she’d usually let it slide and keep a keen eye out to see if they weren’t going to make the same mistake twice. But this? This was no mistake; it was a choice that could’ve easily been avoided if Alderstep hadn’t made both of her cousins come with his patrol to fight off those foxes. Hell, when those apprentices came hobbling in here, the young calico simply couldn’t fight off her bubbling anger just by swallowing it and pushing it away to dimmer. It was practically fuming at her like raging wildfire, her tri-colored tail lashing against her flanks as her mind burned with the thought. She wasn’t going to let those apprentices die all due to a warrior's gross negligence. She could be the one taking the blow instead, not them!
Making an abrupt stop with her inadequate pacing, the calico’s ears swerved upwards as she listened towards the familiar sound of Drizzlecloud’s gray-furred paws thrummeting towards the herb storage, her tri-colored oriental-shaped head shifting to face the direction of the ticked tabby, her deep lapis-blue eyes catching a look of both concern and irritation blazing through her usually gentle jade-green hues, seemingly feeling a sharp prickle draw up her naturally long fur the longer she glanced in the direction of her mentor. Curiosity and concern dragged itself up her spine as her lips formed into words, the question helplessly clawing itself up her throat as she felt it almost inevitably slip past her lips before she stopped herself from doing so. During the midst of her pacing, she had heard voices coming from near the entrance of the den… did they have another patient? Was this one as badly injured as both Leafpaw and Lotuspaw were?
Judging from her mentor’s rather grim expression and intent gaze towards the herbs, that was seemingly likely, but who? With curiosity overshadowing her more than admonishment, the twelve moon old molly toddled over towards her mentor, glancing towards the herbs as she scooped herself down to start grabbing some as well. “Sorry for not poppin’ up earlier,” she explained, popping a head of marigold into her jaws as she used her paws to gather the other required essentials. “Just been thinking about my cousins coming back from that gruesome fox battle. Why did Alderstep make the idiotic decision to send young cats who bore very little battle training out to fight some savage animals who could’ve killed them? I’ll never know.” Voicing out her own opinions will always seem like a weird thing to her, but it wasn’t like it was going to change the fact that she was still mildly irked at what Alderstep decided to do. His choice on bringing young children wrong and almost allowing them to die because of his negligence was enough to make her blood boil.
Gathering the needed essentials that she required, she backed out from the small indented holes for their organized herb storages and casted her mentor a quick look, cocking her head forward towards the entrance of the den. “I’ll go see whoever is in here and see what I can do, alright? You can come along with me with whatever you’ll bring along and we’ll work on this together, Driz. Just like we always do.” She gave the ticked tabby a crooked smile behind the bundle of herbs that she held delicately in her jaws, focusing on her mentor for a brief second before trudging her way towards the entrance of the den, already feeling her nostrils burning against the acrid stench of blood and foxes as it reeked the medicine den, her bushy tail-tip whisking around irritably as she waltzed. How many cats were attacked by those vile creatures anyways?
Her question was bound to be answered when a bloodied Bumblestar came into view with a limp body on her back, the healer’s eyes squinting to get a clear look at the nearly unconscious figure, feeling her gut twist unsettlingly once she configured out the feline that was draped along her leader’s back. Violetfreckle. Wasn’t that one of the newer warriors that came from RiverClan? Springpaw could feel her muscles growing more and more tense the more she thought about the fox incident, and she had to practically fight against biting against the very valuable herbs that she held delicately in her jaws. She couldn’t staunch any of the storage that they had from just out of sheer irritation. She had to use them to help her clan-mates in the best way possible if she could. So, fueling her anger to get her into action, her pupils turned to narrowed slits as she approached, cautiously sniffing Violetfreckle’s mangled body carefully as she turned her head towards Bumblestar’s direction, her expression full of both concern and a mixture of urgency. “Do you have any idea on how much blood she’s lost?” She questioned, using her paws the grab the wad of cobwebs that she held by a thin stick with her claws, speedily unwrapping it before pressing it up against the nearest wound she could find closest to herself, her lapis-blue gaze laced with determination and a fierce desire to keep this molly alive.
She didn’t want to pull any stunts now, did she? Hell no. She wasn’t going to risk any of her clan-mates dying due to Alderstep’s negligence to keep a proper eye on them and even bother to help them. She wasn’t going to follow the same mistake twice.
Swiftkit's pain turned into a light numbness, but that felt better than suffering. ''I don't promise anything.'' The kit purred, finally happy that it didn't hurt him anymore. ''But anyways, thanks'' He added with a mewl before heading off from the medicine den. ''Have a nice day.'' Was the last thing he said before vanishing from the weird smelling den.
Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
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Springpaw’s heart was twisting unsettlingly in her chest, and the sight of Leafpaw helplessly staggering in front of her definitely wasn’t a good sign at all. The side effects of blood loss and fatigue was already beginning to settle in as which she didn’t hope for, and now Leafpaw was at the risk of passing out due to any potential blood loss at the passing second. With a fiery trace of adrenaline rushing through her system, she gingerly braced her tail along the injured molly’s back and carefully guided her over towards the nearest moss-bed, listening to her quiet ramblings. Springpaw was sworn that she felt her heart almost split into two just from her words alone. Leafpaw truly cared about her younger siblings a lot, and Springpaw could easily find herself respecting that. She loved her siblings to hell and back and she’d do anything to protect them in their willpower if that was going to be the case. Leafpaw was no different; she cared and loyally devoted herself to her siblings. “She’s resting up,” Springpaw explained, carefully setting the young molly onto a moss-bed. “You’ll be able to see her soon after you are finished getting all patched up, is that alright with you?”
The calico gently stroked a paw along the side of the young siamese, her lips formed into a grimace. Stars, this apprentice was in bad shape, especially her tail. Her nose was bound to scrunch up at the rather disheveled-looking limb looking far too loose from where it is espoused to be and looked like it couldn’t be healed properly. Hell, she was almost certain that she could see the bone from where she was. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, the calico’s attention drew up towards her mentor as she listened to her ask for some marigold and cobwebs for herself as well so that she could help aid with the healing process if necessary. Giving a firm nod, the young calico then drew her attention back down towards Leafpaw, gently brushing a paw along her side once more. “I’m gonna be right back, alright? Just going to get some supplies to help fix you up and then we are going to help you.”
Stars, hopefully she was right. She wasn’t certain if Leafpaw’s tail was going to have to stay or not, and judging from her mentor’s call, she wasn’t certain if Drizzlecloud knew either. Flashing an apologetic look back towards Leafpaw, the young calico flew off towards the herb storage and went towards the indented pits to grab the needed supplies. While she did so, she flashed her mentor a rather plantitive look. “I briefly looked over Leafpaw’s wounds, and I don’t think she’s going to be able to keep her tail on her I’m afraid. It looks like it’s about to fall out. Does… could that mean we would have to… amputate it?” The question slipping past her lips almost made the calico feel queasy. The thought about performing some surgical work onto her patients was something that she never suspected that she would have to do, but it was best if she learned it. If she wanted to become a medicine cat, then she was going to have to learn the gruesome ways of being a successful medicine cat for her clan.
Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
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Thankfully, Drizzlecloud was quick to jump into action by giving the young tortoiseshell molly a juniper berry to help ease her worries, and it seemed like it was working itself to run its course for the most part. Well, other than Cherrypaw continuing to freak out and cry, which is hopefully the berry was going to take effect and make her calm down. Could a poppyseed help with this as well? Glancing towards her mentor, the young calico watched as she coaxed the terrified molly down as she murmured to her that she was going to be okay and that she was going to get help. Hopefully her mentor’s words of comfort would bring something to help bring Cherrypaw to a sense of ease and help her be able to properly explain what was going on that caused her to freak out like this. Glancing up toward the ticked tabby form of her mentor, the young molly gave her a nod. “I’ll go get marigold and cobwebs. Plus, maybe a poppyseed. It could help her calm down so she can explain what happened.”
With that being said, the calico flew back towards the herb storage, watching her steps to make sure that she didn’t accidentally skip a step and take a dip in the cool stream of water. As of how lately the weather was currently dropping, she was absolutely certain that she didn’t want to risk getting a severe case of frostbite all just from making one simple mistake. From upon reaching the herb storage, the small molly leaned down and began to pluck herbs from out of the herb storage, carefully picking up at least one cobweb to help staunch the blood dripping from Cherrypaw’s torn ear, one head of marigold, and one poppyseed for good measure. Carrying each of the herbs daintily inside of a leaf-like pouch, the calico trotted her way back towards the duo and carefully placed the herbs alongside her mentor, going to Cherrypaw’s other side and carefully using a paw to run it up and down the terrified molly’s back. She knew she would have backed up and given the other molly a chance to breathe in her own space, but did it really look to be the time where she could be by herself right now? No, so Springpaw was just doing what every medicine cat should do; keep her patients healthy and keep checking on how they are doing.
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Lilackit nodded as Springpaw told her what to do. She lapped up the poppy seed and flinched a little as Springpaw wrapped her injury. She then looked at Sparkkit. "Calm down, she is just doing her job!" She insisted. "You don't have to threaten her!"
Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
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Chaos, chaos, and more chaos. It just seemed that chaos was going to go flying back and forth everywhere from where she went. Thankfully, Yarrowcrest didn’t argue against her call and had begun to court Sparrowfur into the den, placing her into one of the nearest moss-bed he could find, and the sight of her condition was sure to make her heart leap up to make contact with her throat. It was almost significantly worse than how Yarrowcrest’s wounds were when the young calico had seen how crucially severe his leg wound was when she had to treat that injury in that specific case. The same was almost bound to be the same here, if not worse. Sparrowfur’s injuries were much more severe unlike how Yarrowcrest’s was and she risked an even crucial chance at growing an infected wound quicker than a deadly illness contaminating the entire clan if she or her mentor didn’t move their paws fast enough to gather the required essentials needed for healing up Sparrowfur.
Luckily for herself, Drizzlecloud was quick on her paws with heading towards the herb storage, but was quick to comfort the antsy Sourpaw who was beginning to fret with worry, Springpaw giving the young apprentice a plantitive look. The poor apprentice didn’t deserve to witness her mentor suffering in such agony; no one did, in fact. It was just life and there were things that couldn’t be controlled. More specifically, things that could’ve easily been prevented if Alderstep made the right call with gathering up more enforcements instead of sending out two young children and a couple of young warriors. Sure, the small group of elite that warriors he brought with him were wry and skillful in combat, but the apprentices on the other hand bore little to no battle training. They were just young kids who were shoved into the face of apprenticehood because they earned it by proving to Bumblestar that they deserved the rank, nothing else. That right there didn’t mean that Alderstep could simply just shove them all into battle so quickly that could’ve resulted with them getting killed and their blood being put onto his paws. What kind of deputy shows negligence for the wrong actions of his doings?
Succumbing her bubbling bursts of unbridled rage and anger down, she used that anger to fuel her to action as she knelt down and used her paws to gather up any wads of cobwebs, two heads of marigold, poppyseeds, and any remnants of burnet that they bore. They were going to need all of those essentials to keep Sparrowfur on her paws and for her strength to keep up if they were wanting her to survive in the first damn place. However, another herb caught her eye and the molly almost succinctly grabbed it; yellow-bells. She had no idea what uses this particular herb had, and yet she felt the inquired curiosity to try it. Why? She had no clue. Could it potentially hold the same privileges as marigold and be useful to help with infections? Who knows? Maybe it could, maybe it wouldn’t. It was better to experiment with new things than not, right?
Rolling her oriental-shaped shoulders, she scooped up a single leaf of the herb and began to stuff them neatly into a leaf-like pouch, being careful not to potentially break any of the precious essentials that she was going to have to require for her bleeding patient. Her stomach was whirling against the overwhelming recoiling stench of fox and blood filled her nostrils, filling her with unbridled dread and anger. Hopefully some punishment was given towards that mistake of a tom-cat for causing such casualty towards the clan. How was he going to be treated with respect if this was all he was gonna do? Biting back a huff, the molly used her jaws to swipe up the pouch and fled down the den, trudging over towards the bloodied form of Sparrowfur as she neatly placed the pouch beside herself, quickly planting herself onto her haunches as she reached a paw in to grab a wad of cobwebs. “I’m going to try to stop this excessive bleeding before I start working on putting any marigold onto the wounds. Her wounds almost look like they are bound to become infected if they don’t stop bleeding here soon, and she could risk having heavy effects of fatigue if she doesn’t gain the right amount of consciousness.”
The calico used a foreclaw to gently press into the wad of cobwebs as she snagged it out from the pouch, laying it down in front of her in preparation to unwrap it and press it against the wounds to hopefully staunch the flow and clot the area. However, she quickly reached her paw back in again and pulled out two tiny black poppyseeds and a green leaf of burnet as she extended the herbs towards the direction of her mentor. “Make Sparrowfur eat this; it’ll bring up her strength and make her stay conscious. If she tries to spit it out, do a circular motion along the bottom of her neck to coax her to swallow the herb. Use the wet bundle of moss if you have to in order for her to properly swallow the herb,” Springpaw instructed, focusing back on finishing on unwrapping the cobwebs before lifting them up to press against the gushing wounds, watching as the silvery white surface slowly stained with scarlet red.
Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
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Was being unbelievably spicy in Sparkkit’s nature? Well, whether that question was true or not, the young tom-kit seemed to be pretty defensive for the fact that Lilackit was getting her sprain treated and done with. As much as Springpaw almost wanted to accommodate the young tom, she held herself back from doing so. That personality of his could lead him down a path where he would develop into a loyal warrior, and loyal warriors were what the clan needed the most at the moment. There were too many cats that laid around and did absolutely nothing for most of the day and that caused nothing but unbridled irritation and frustration to boil through her system like a raging deluge among the mighty seas of salt water. Lilackit’s rhetorical retort almost caught the healer off guard, but she stood her ground. Lilackit could almost be as equally as bold as the feisty Sparkkit, but Springpaw couldn’t be fully certain about that. Cats could change while they grow, and that could either be for the worst or for the better, time could only tell.
“Well, all I have to say is that I appreciate your concern for Lilackit, Sparkkit,” Springpaw explained, drawing her gaze to face the young tom-kit with a flicker of appeal daunting her blue eyes. “ThunderClan needs more cats who stand up for others who are gravely injured, and I have a good feeling that the both of you will turn out to be great warriors when you grow older. But, even with such a sharp tongue, you have to learn to control your temper. You can’t just blow up out of treason in case someone did something that you dislike; you have to approach the situation civilly. The only time you use such tones like that is if the situation is dreadfully serious, such as cats being killed along the borders. That’s when you use that fiery soul of yours to defend others.” The calico gave the young tom a sideways smile as she finished wrapping up Lilackit’s tiny paw, carefully checking to see if the leaf was fully wrapped around the paw before backing up, letting loose of her grip along the young molly’s paw.
“We should be all finished with patching up that paw. In case it starts to hurt again or if you accidentally tear the leaf-like bandaging, come to the medicine den as soon as possible. I don’t want to risk you accidentally breaking a bone, y’know?” The oriental calico lightly drew a snow-furred paw along Lilackit’s tiny shoulders, giving her a playful smile. “Now, go on ahead and play. Make sure to stay off that lame paw of yours! Don’t want you to trip and fall again.”
Sparkkit nodded during Springpaw's lil speech. He dropped his head in shame. It wasn't like him to be so easy to anger. That was his sister's job. He mumbled a short, "Sorry Springpaw," and came up to Lilackit. "If you're alright, then let's get the heck out of here! Come on!" He ran out, beaming brightly. What a great day! He had thought it would be terrible when Lilackit sprained her paw and needed to come to the medicine den, but it had turned out fine after all! Springpaw had been nice to them, even though they hadn't returned the favor. He basically skipped out, feeling amazing. "Come on, Lilackit! What are you waiting for?"
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Springpaw long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
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Was being unbelievably spicy in Sparkkit’s nature? Well, whether that question was true or not, the young tom-kit seemed to be pretty defensive for the fact that Lilackit was getting her sprain treated and done with. As much as Springpaw almost wanted to accommodate the young tom, she held herself back from doing so. That personality of his could lead him down a path where he would develop into a loyal warrior, and loyal warriors were what the clan needed the most at the moment. There were too many cats that laid around and did absolutely nothing for most of the day and that caused nothing but unbridled irritation and frustration to boil through her system like a raging deluge among the mighty seas of salt water. Lilackit’s rhetorical retort almost caught the healer off guard, but she stood her ground. Lilackit could almost be as equally as bold as the feisty Sparkkit, but Springpaw couldn’t be fully certain about that. Cats could change while they grow, and that could either be for the worst or for the better, time could only tell.
“Well, all I have to say is that I appreciate your concern for Lilackit, Sparkkit,” Springpaw explained, drawing her gaze to face the young tom-kit with a flicker of appeal daunting her blue eyes. “ThunderClan needs more cats who stand up for others who are gravely injured, and I have a good feeling that the both of you will turn out to be great warriors when you grow older. But, even with such a sharp tongue, you have to learn to control your temper. You can’t just blow up out of treason in case someone did something that you dislike; you have to approach the situation civilly. The only time you use such tones like that is if the situation is dreadfully serious, such as cats being killed along the borders. That’s when you use that fiery soul of yours to defend others.” The calico gave the young tom a sideways smile as she finished wrapping up Lilackit’s tiny paw, carefully checking to see if the leaf was fully wrapped around the paw before backing up, letting loose of her grip along the young molly’s paw.
“We should be all finished with patching up that paw. In case it starts to hurt again or if you accidentally tear the leaf-like bandaging, come to the medicine den as soon as possible. I don’t want to risk you accidentally breaking a bone, y’know?” The oriental calico lightly drew a snow-furred paw along Lilackit’s tiny shoulders, giving her a playful smile. “Now, go on ahead and play. Make sure to stay off that lame paw of yours! Don’t want you to trip and fall again.”
Lilackit looked at the wrap around her paw. "Thanks, Springpaw!" She turned towards Sparkkit, being careful with her paw, as she was told. "Let's go!" She hobble-ran out of the den and to the clearing.
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