purrks: herbal knowledge tier 2, agatha kitty, just a scratch [PERM]
162/200
A vole? That's it? Must have been an aggressive vole, she guesses. Picking through her herbs, she makes a few choices based on what she has on paw. Celandine would be great for a time like this but unfortunately it wasn't at her disposal. So yellow bells it is. That, some cobweb, and a poppy seed sounds like a good mix. Padding back over, she helps guide the warrior over to an empty next and gets a better look at her wounds... Ah. Those are even deeper than she thought. With an injury that grave... This cat may not be able to see ever again. No. Don't think like that already. Just do what you can with what you have and what you know and you'll be fine. Setting her things down nearby she thinks that she should probably clean the wound as best she can first.
"'m gonna wipe at your eyes with some moss, alright?"
And with that she pads over to grab a damp piece and returns. When she was just learning she was a little harsh. A little too rough. But now her wiping is gentle, clearing away the blood that's pooled on the other's face gingerly until it looks acceptable to her. After that the yellow bells are chewed into a poultice as she applies cobwebs to the gashes in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. Success, the poultice is applied and she reaches down for the poppy seed with her free paw so she can hold it up to the other's mouth.
"Here. Eat this for the pain, mm'kay? It's gonna help."
purrks: herbal knowledge tier 2, agatha kitty, just a scratch [PERM]
164/200
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It was nice to get some reassurance. It didn't come to her often. Smiling at the molly, she then trots over to her herbs and plucks a chervil from it's spot. This would definitely help! More than a single poppy seed. Stupid Tansy, why didn't you think of this first? Shuffling back over, she sits nearby, chervil in her jaws and tail wrapping around her paws.
"So it's probably gonna hurt... Don't worry, though! The poppy should help and if it gets worse I got this!" She shakes her head to bring attention to the herb in her mouth. "All ya gotta do is push. I'll help ya as much as I can but... There isn't much I can do aside from make sure you're not bleeding too much. Let me know if ya need anything like water or food or..."
( my mention might not be working because my name is lowercase ! )
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Cinderhive purred excited, her belly was really really swollen! Should I eat those herbs right now? she meowed curiously.
(HI!! so I've posted a hiatus request until 10th of Jan, so I won't be able to continue this RP until then, so please stand by! I'll continue it after in 2024!)
Winterpaw walked in confidently- no, that's untrue. He walked in slowly, sort of worried, actually.
"...Tansypaw?" he mewed quietly. He had a topic he hoped Tansypaw could deal with, as it hurt him too much to think.
Pain was all related to this subject, and it only went terribly when he saw blood.
The hidden voice had almost shown it again for just Winterpaw's thoughts of it. The blood filled area, everything tinted red, red, red. He knew what was there. His siblings bodies, his mother's body, and if he turned around, his own body.
Not wishing to think of it more, he shook it off, and went back to walking, looking for Tansypaw.
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Winterpaw walked in confidently- no, that's untrue. He walked in slowly, sort of worried, actually.
"...Tansypaw?" he mewed quietly. He had a topic he hoped Tansypaw could deal with, as it hurt him too much to think.
Pain was all related to this subject, and it only went terribly when he saw blood.
The hidden voice had almost shown it again for just Winterpaw's thoughts of it. The blood filled area, everything tinted red, red, red. He knew what was there. His siblings bodies, his mother's body, and if he turned around, his own body.
Not wishing to think of it more, he shook it off, and went back to walking, looking for Tansypaw.
purrks: herbal knowledge tier 2, agatha kitty, just a scratch [PERM]
169/200
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Surprising absolutely no one, Tansypaw is not hard to find. Forever she was doomed to rummage around the den of herbs, cleaning nests, organizing stock, having panic attacks... A wonderful life for a young cat, indeed. For once she's taking some time for herself when Winterpaw enters, a sigh leaving her nose as she forces herself up.
"'m here, 'm here..." She calls from the back, padding out into the main part of the den. She gives the apprentice a look over and... Doesn't see a problem right away. Maybe he just wanted to talk or ask her for something? Nonetheless she's thankful to not have to expend any of her resources with how they were dwindling. "What do ya need?"
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✰ cobwebpaw ✰
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she/her ✰ rc ✰ 10 moons ✰ tics ✰ tags ; @silver. didn't want to post over ;w; @coldwind (if wanted! /nfta)
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trigger warnings for this post: gore, throwup mention (though not roleplayed out) + blood
' tansy- tansypaw? ' cobwebpaw called, voice weak as she stumbled into the den. her fur was matted and damp with blood which was dripping from her belly rapidly, to the point she looked as if she would either throw up or faint.
' oh stars- please- i don't want to die- ' she bit back tears, not noticing the other cat in the den. her legs buckled and she collapsed, crashing to the ground in a mangle of paws and pain.
Winterpaw
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- @silver. - @finley.exe - this ties in to his fear of blood really well! -
Cobwebpaw had crashed into the den and Winterpaw had regretted turning around. He walked back but everything seemed to go fuzzy as he tumbled to the floor.
And back to the red-tinted place he entered. No turning away could stop this. He has to fight these fears to get over them... he's not strong enough. He clenched his eyes shut in hope these blood covered bodies went away.
(winter has fainted in shock. this happened before btw)
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Lillian gave belly rubs to all the cats • x ghostie gave da cats all da love <3 • pat pat - hope • fade pets all the kitties
✰ cobwebpaw ✰
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trigger warnings for this post: gore, throwup mention (though not roleplayed out) + blood
' tansy- tansypaw? ' cobwebpaw called, voice weak as she stumbled into the den. her fur was matted and damp with blood which was dripping from her belly rapidly, to the point she looked as if she would either throw up or faint.
' oh stars- please- i don't want to die- ' she bit back tears, not noticing the other cat in the den. her legs buckled and she collapsed, crashing to the ground in a mangle of paws and pain.
purrks: herbal knowledge tier 2, agatha kitty, just a scratch [PERM]
170/200
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A feeling of panic rises in the young healer's throat as her next patient all but stumbles through the entrance of the den. The words that echo in the silent space brings back the painful memories of the clan mates she's already lost. Willowwisp. Willowpaw. Swallowing hard, she tries not to let the trembling in her legs stop her from darting over to Cobwebpaw to break her fall. The scent of blood wafts into her nostrils and she has to stop herself from gagging. This was no time to be weak. She wouldn't let another cat die at her paws. Not again. Taking the apprentice by the scruff, she drags her over to a newly cleaned nest and lays her down, eyes scanning to assess the damage. What a deep gash... The bleeding had to stop. And fast. Nodding to herself with determination, she trots quickly over to her storage.
In her mind she already knew what she needed. Never before had she tried to chew two herbs together to make a poultice but now seemed like the time. Everything pulled into her bundle, she brings it over carefully as to not drop anything. The sight of the blood once again makes her feel a bit faint but she can't stop. If she stops now, another apprentice will die. She won't let it happen. Can't let it happen. The damp piece of moss is taken between both her front paws and pressed against the deep gash in the other's belly. She's relieved to see that it's working as intended-- soaking up the excess blood while also cleaning away at the wound a bit. Once it's too saturated, it's discarded, and the wads of cobwebs are spread against the wound one by one. Once more becomes too saturated with blood after being held to the wound, it's covered by another, and then another. It takes three layers to get the bleeding under control as best she can.
Once it seems to slow, with the help of the moss and cobweb, the final goldenrod of her collection-- she had harvested the seeds from the flower to hopefully grow it in her den-- and the final yellow bell of her collection are taken into her mouth to chew hastily. As she chews, she eyes her work, watching Cobwebpaw's face, hoping that she's stayed awake during this. The last thing she needed was for the apprentice to pass out and not wake up. The poultice a pleasant mush in her mouth, it's spit onto her paws and applied to the wound, pressed firmly in place before the leaf used to transport the herbs over is pressed over top.
She scoots in close to Cobweb's face and licks at the fur between her eyes, watching her eyes closely for any sign of movement. Please be awake, please be awake...
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trigger warnings for this post: non-graphic desc of blood, self-deprecation and self-victim blaming, fainting + coma mention
cobwebpaw was in a black abyss. of course, this was not something she had experienced before, so the natural reaction was panic. the second reaction was stabbing pain. she crumpled to the ground in the abyss and tried to move her head, but realized she couldn't.
oh. stars damnit, what's happening to me? somewhere, she felt the faint lick of somecat who cared, someone who wanted her to live, to not slip into the faint abyss of pain and fear that enveloped her. cobwebpaw felt like she was falling
falling
falling.
no.
she had to wake up. she had too many cats counting on her, a clan, a warrior code to uphold. if the blood that choked her and rushed over her senses won, who would she be? a disgrace to her clan? it would be all her fault if she died.
yet the inky, deep blackness beckoned. she had heard of cats that had fallen into comas before, cats who were so brutally wounded or traumatized their brains simply.. shut down. she didn't want to, of course, she clawed and scratched at the darkness to let her out, fighting to the point her eyes outside of the abyss fluttered, but yet she could not wake.
the feeling of licking between her eyes ruffled her fur, and she blinked, surprised at the feeling. cobwebpaw purred slightly, the emotion of someone truly caring for her, even if she didn't know who it was, combating the horror she was experiencing. yet, she couldn't leave. and it scared her.
fear took over, the cloying stench of blood lapping at her paws exacerbating the choking terror she remembered from her moments before, begging for her life, on the floor under someone who wished to kill her- she closed her eyes, laying down inside the abyss. she had a feeling she'd be here for a while.
[ oh bOY i have so many ideas for this /pos i'm planning to have her wake up for a minute before the actual coma yk ]
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - PERM ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
The two kits on her back, Lark pushed her way into Tansypaw's den, briefly putting Crystalkit down on an empty nest so she can call out. "Tansypaw? Sorry to bother you, but I've got a couple of kits that need tending to here." Would Tansy be able to help? Larkstar sure hoped so. Gently, she bent down so Stormykit could slide off her back and began gently licking Crystalkit's fur in the wrong direction, trying to warm her up at least a little bit.
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trigger warnings for this post: non-graphic desc of blood, self-deprecation and self-victim blaming, fainting + coma mention
cobwebpaw was in a black abyss. of course, this was not something she had experienced before, so the natural reaction was panic. the second reaction was stabbing pain. she crumpled to the ground in the abyss and tried to move her head, but realized she couldn't.
oh. stars damnit, what's happening to me? somewhere, she felt the faint lick of somecat who cared, someone who wanted her to live, to not slip into the faint abyss of pain and fear that enveloped her. cobwebpaw felt like she was falling
falling
falling.
no.
she had to wake up. she had too many cats counting on her, a clan, a warrior code to uphold. if the blood that choked her and rushed over her senses won, who would she be? a disgrace to her clan? it would be all her fault if she died.
yet the inky, deep blackness beckoned. she had heard of cats that had fallen into comas before, cats who were so brutally wounded or traumatized their brains simply.. shut down. she didn't want to, of course, she clawed and scratched at the darkness to let her out, fighting to the point her eyes outside of the abyss fluttered, but yet she could not wake.
the feeling of licking between her eyes ruffled her fur, and she blinked, surprised at the feeling. cobwebpaw purred slightly, the emotion of someone truly caring for her, even if she didn't know who it was, combating the horror she was experiencing. yet, she couldn't leave. and it scared her.
fear took over, the cloying stench of blood lapping at her paws exacerbating the choking terror she remembered from her moments before, begging for her life, on the floor under someone who wished to kill her- she closed her eyes, laying down inside the abyss. she had a feeling she'd be here for a while.
[ oh bOY i have so many ideas for this /pos i'm planning to have her wake up for a minute before the actual coma yk ]
purrks: herbal knowledge tier 2, agatha kitty, just a scratch [PERM]
173/200
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At the sound of a purr she feels relief. Of course the apprentice wasn't out of trouble just yet but it was reassuring to know that she had hung on through treatment. Now that there was not much more that Tansypaw could do aside from wait and continue to try and keep her awake, she watches on with a worried gaze and offers her head a few more swift licks. Hopefully her efforts were enough. No-- they had to be enough. Unlike the last time a cat came in with such terrifying wounds she was more prepared. Level headed, despite the passed out Winterpaw on the ground not too far off. Glancing his way finally, she heaves a sigh, and pads over to drag him into an empty nest while she's at it. Better make sure nothing is wrong with him either when he wakes up.
*-Lark'star'-*
She/her | 19 moons | Mind Reader - PERM ACTIVE A sleek dilute tortie she-cat with green eyes
The two kits on her back, Lark pushed her way into Tansypaw's den, briefly putting Crystalkit down on an empty nest so she can call out. "Tansypaw? Sorry to bother you, but I've got a couple of kits that need tending to here." Would Tansy be able to help? Larkstar sure hoped so. Gently, she bent down so Stormykit could slide off her back and began gently licking Crystalkit's fur in the wrong direction, trying to warm her up at least a little bit.
purrks: herbal knowledge tier 2, agatha kitty, just a scratch [PERM]
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Right as she's finishing up with the two apprentices, Larkstar makes her way in to deliver another two patients. This time kits. Now in her short time of being a healer she had never worked with kits. Suppose today was as good a day as any. Making her way over, she tilts her head at the pair and gives them a curious sniff. Unfamiliar. Outsiders? An unsure glance is offered up at the leader before she continues her inspection of the pair. They didn't have any obvious wounds but the poor things were freezing... As Larkstar begins to lick at one of them, Tansypaw follows her example and begins to lick at the other in attempt to warm her up as well.
"Do ya know what's wrong with 'em? I don't see any injuries..."
The young healer has yet to cure any injuries she couldn't see. At least she knew what herbs were helpful for things like illness, depending on what kind. She's confident she can pick out the right medicine.
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Rose stopped by to plant a garden here.
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Stormykit had been slipping in and out of sleep on Larkstar's back, the pain of her throbbing head keeping her from dozing off completely. The sounds of camp had her stirring once again, but she barely got a glimpse before they ducked into a den.
She wriggled clumsily off of Larkstar's back, but before she could do much looking around, her fur was being groomed in the wrong direction. She squirmed, looking for Crystalkit. When she saw him being groomed by Larkstar she lay down with her head on her paws, keeping an eye on her sister while Tansypaw worked.
Tansypaw. Larkstar had mentioned her name before they were brought here. "You're the healer. Are you gonna make Crystal all better?" Stormykit asked, voice muted. "She just sleeps all the time now."
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Crystal stirred as her fur was groomed backwards, letting out a mewl of protest that quickly devolved into coughs, wracking her tiny body with the force of them. Everything stung where it touched him in a hot-cold sort of way, from the grooming to the nest beneath him. Her throat and chest ached from the coughing. Sleep threatened to pull him back down, but he fought it, trying to take in his unfamiliar surroundings.
Where was she? Was Stormy with her? When he'd fallen asleep it had been beside her, cold, wet and hungry. She heard her voice and tried to turn to look at her, but the motion left her head spinning. He flopped his head back down, letting his heavy eyes shut.
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