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Re: RiverClan Medicine Cat's Den
Springkit
Yeah. Ok. It was a fact now. Misty's nuzzles had healing powers. Springkit smiled back at her and bit and tried to lean back, trying to breathe again. It came easier now, like the air had been filled with... actual air again instead of empty smoke. His stomach wasn't turning. His heart wasn't racing anymore, only beat a bit quicker than usual when he still tried to calm down. But it was better.
Sleep in the medicine den? It was strangely calm here, with the scent of herbs, the various items across the walls, and Misty calmly moving around in the den. He didn't like sleeping beside his mother, but he also liked how... safe it felt in here.
For a heartbeat, the kitten wondered whether Misty only said that because he had mentioned that being here seemed to help, whether she only offered to make him feel better. He didn't want to be a bother, but she seemed genuine. He let out a smol sigh and sunk back into the nest. "yeah... maybe I'll stay here in for a bit and rest..." her eyelids began to feel heavy "if that's ok...." and with that, he drifted off into a light sleep.
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Re: RiverClan Medicine Cat's Den
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small & nimble dark brown she-cat with darker flecks and light, leafy-green eyes | the collector
[ riverclan mc apprentice | she-cat | 9 moons | timid, kind, hardworking ]
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[GRIMPAW HEALING]
Berrypaw nodded at her mentor. "Makes sense to me!" She squeaked, mentally noting that it would be alright for cats to stay overnight even if they weren't in critical condition. Just to be safe. Good to know...
She glanced back at Grimpaw and Crowglow, offering a sweet but timid smile. "Well, ah... you can sleep right there, Grimpaw. Let us know if you need anything or if it hurts too bad, alright...?"
Berrypaw's ears straightened up and she glanced at her mentor with widened eyes. Pregnancy! Oh, stars... that was much more than a bellyache. Suddenly determined, the apprentice gave a firm nod when Mistyshard gave her instructions, trying to commit some of the symptoms to memory. "You got it!" she mewed, a bit excited at the premise of potential pregnancy. But unfortunately, as soon as her mentor turned away, Berrypaw realized she'd already forgotten half the symptoms that were listed.
Welp... guess I'll just try to remember all that I can...?
She padded back over to Redwater, offering an awkward but genuine smile. "Hi... again. So, uh, while Mistyshard checks you out... I'm gonna ask you some questions!" She shuffled her paws nervously before continuing. "So... have you been feeling, uh... restless? Having sleeplessness? Or, um..." What was that one word Misty said? Leth-something... oh, right. "...Or leth-ar-gic?" She pronounced the new word slowly and a bit awkwardly.
Berrypaw's ears perked up when Mistyshard called her. She'd been nervously watching as the cats filed into the den, a bit overwhelmed at all the chaos that had been happening at once. So many patients, so much meowing! But now her mentor needed her. Shaking off her daze, she nodded firmly and rushed to the herb storage. "On it!" She called, pawing out whatever she could find.
Running back over to them, she dropped the cobwebs and moss on the ground next to the large warrior... what was his name she'd heard earlier? Beast-something? By his size, he seemed to fit that description. Then Misty brought out marigold... oh, she'd have to apply it? And Mistyshard was leaving?
A small burst of panic was in Berrypaw's chest, but she tried her best not to show it. "Oh! Uh... y-yeah, I can do it!" She mewed, fighting to keep her voice steady. Sure, it was just the basics she'd already done before, but without her mentor being there in case she screwed up, the small apprentice was nervous all over again.
Trying (unsuccessfully) to put her thoughts at bay, Berrypaw spun back around to Beast-something, trying her best not to focus on how gross the eye injury looked. "Oh my... oh, uh, don't worry! We'll get you patched up in no time!" She mewed cheerily, a facade for her nerves. She began putting moss gingerly to his eye, soaking up as much blood as she could. Then she began to chew the marigold, grimacing at its bitter taste that flooded her mouth, chewing until it was a strange liquid. Then she spat it out onto the wound, trying not to think about the others in the den watching her as she anxiously worked to spread the marigold around, hoping she wasn't hurting the warrior too much. When she was satisfied, she began to unwrap some cobweb from her paws, glancing warily between the large warrior and Dusklion as she heated up under her fur.
[-1 moss, -1 marigold, -1 cobweb]
Berrypaw nearly jumped out of her fur when her mentor came reeling into the den, panting with a limp apprentice on her back. Alarm spread all throughout Berrypaw's body — thankfully, Mistyshard seemed okay, but poor ol' Rainpaw sure didn't look like it. The medicine apprentice sniffed at him gingerly as he was laid out onto a nest, her eyes trailing over his wounds as her mentor explained everything.
"O-Oh... okay, yeah. Marigold, moss, cobwebs... I can do those!" She mewed with determination, giving Mistyshard a firm nod. "You can count on me!"
The words had left her mouth with confidence, but as soon as Mistyshard had turned away, Berrypaw about deflated with anxiety. Stars... what if she did something wrong? But how could she mess up something as easy as cobwebs and moss? No... she could do it... she just had to get out of her head...
Easier said than done.
Trembling, Berrypaw rushed forward and grabbed out the named herbs, immediately pressing moss to where she saw the most blood, silently praying it would be enough to soak up. "I-It'll be okay, Rainpaw," she mewed lowly, her voice shaky. The apprentice probably couldn't even hear her, but she just prayed some sort of comfort would reach his soul. Poor thing... what could've happened to him at the border? She wondered this as she began to chew up some marigold, anxiously making sure the moss was taking up all the blood it could...
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Re: RiverClan Medicine Cat's Den
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Originally Posted by squidz
| BERRYPAW |
small & nimble dark brown she-cat with darker flecks and light, leafy-green eyes | the collector
[ riverclan mc apprentice | she-cat | 9 moons | timid, kind, hardworking ]
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[GRIMPAW HEALING]
Berrypaw nodded at her mentor. "Makes sense to me!" She squeaked, mentally noting that it would be alright for cats to stay overnight even if they weren't in critical condition. Just to be safe. Good to know...
She glanced back at Grimpaw and Crowglow, offering a sweet but timid smile. "Well, ah... you can sleep right there, Grimpaw. Let us know if you need anything or if it hurts too bad, alright...?"
Berrypaw's ears straightened up and she glanced at her mentor with widened eyes. Pregnancy! Oh, stars... that was much more than a bellyache. Suddenly determined, the apprentice gave a firm nod when Mistyshard gave her instructions, trying to commit some of the symptoms to memory. "You got it!" she mewed, a bit excited at the premise of potential pregnancy. But unfortunately, as soon as her mentor turned away, Berrypaw realized she'd already forgotten half the symptoms that were listed.
Welp... guess I'll just try to remember all that I can...?
She padded back over to Redwater, offering an awkward but genuine smile. "Hi... again. So, uh, while Mistyshard checks you out... I'm gonna ask you some questions!" She shuffled her paws nervously before continuing. "So... have you been feeling, uh... restless? Having sleeplessness? Or, um..." What was that one word Misty said? Leth-something... oh, right. "...Or leth-ar-gic?" She pronounced the new word slowly and a bit awkwardly.
Berrypaw's ears perked up when Mistyshard called her. She'd been nervously watching as the cats filed into the den, a bit overwhelmed at all the chaos that had been happening at once. So many patients, so much meowing! But now her mentor needed her. Shaking off her daze, she nodded firmly and rushed to the herb storage. "On it!" She called, pawing out whatever she could find.
Running back over to them, she dropped the cobwebs and moss on the ground next to the large warrior... what was his name she'd heard earlier? Beast-something? By his size, he seemed to fit that description. Then Misty brought out marigold... oh, she'd have to apply it? And Mistyshard was leaving?
A small burst of panic was in Berrypaw's chest, but she tried her best not to show it. "Oh! Uh... y-yeah, I can do it!" She mewed, fighting to keep her voice steady. Sure, it was just the basics she'd already done before, but without her mentor being there in case she screwed up, the small apprentice was nervous all over again.
Trying (unsuccessfully) to put her thoughts at bay, Berrypaw spun back around to Beast-something, trying her best not to focus on how gross the eye injury looked. "Oh my... oh, uh, don't worry! We'll get you patched up in no time!" She mewed cheerily, a facade for her nerves. She began putting moss gingerly to his eye, soaking up as much blood as she could. Then she began to chew the marigold, grimacing at its bitter taste that flooded her mouth, chewing until it was a strange liquid. Then she spat it out onto the wound, trying not to think about the others in the den watching her as she anxiously worked to spread the marigold around, hoping she wasn't hurting the warrior too much. When she was satisfied, she began to unwrap some cobweb from her paws, glancing warily between the large warrior and Dusklion as she heated up under her fur.
[-1 moss, -1 marigold, -1 cobweb]
Berrypaw nearly jumped out of her fur when her mentor came reeling into the den, panting with a limp apprentice on her back. Alarm spread all throughout Berrypaw's body — thankfully, Mistyshard seemed okay, but poor ol' Rainpaw sure didn't look like it. The medicine apprentice sniffed at him gingerly as he was laid out onto a nest, her eyes trailing over his wounds as her mentor explained everything.
"O-Oh... okay, yeah. Marigold, moss, cobwebs... I can do those!" She mewed with determination, giving Mistyshard a firm nod. "You can count on me!"
The words had left her mouth with confidence, but as soon as Mistyshard had turned away, Berrypaw about deflated with anxiety. Stars... what if she did something wrong? But how could she mess up something as easy as cobwebs and moss? No... she could do it... she just had to get out of her head...
Easier said than done.
Trembling, Berrypaw rushed forward and grabbed out the named herbs, immediately pressing moss to where she saw the most blood, silently praying it would be enough to soak up. "I-It'll be okay, Rainpaw," she mewed lowly, her voice shaky. The apprentice probably couldn't even hear her, but she just prayed some sort of comfort would reach his soul. Poor thing... what could've happened to him at the border? She wondered this as she began to chew up some marigold, anxiously making sure the moss was taking up all the blood it could...
[ -1 moss ]
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"alright then." Grimpaw meowed calmly. Crowglow nodded in agreement.
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Re: RiverClan Medicine Cat's Den
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Spiritbunny frowned at the news. Stress did hurt them. How badly did stress hurt them? Perhaps it would be better to just leave of that was the case but where would they even go? Thunderclan would treat them like outcasts, same with Windclan, and Spiritbunny didn’t want them to be born into Shadowclan, the bunch of brutes. No no. But where else would there even be? Their yellow eyes moved to the medicine cat again, they pushed the stress down (after all it was hurting her babies) as they took in the words the medicine cat. They really did narrow their eyes. Sigh.
They slowly rolled over and frowned. This was terribly uncomfortable but it was necessary. “Mistyshard, may I confine in you about something? About my kits?” They started as the herbalist began to diagnosis or whatever it was she was doing. Counting kits? It would be nice to see how many there were, to be prepared. Any irregular movements? What would it mean if Mistyshard found something? “What if you find something odd?”
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Re: RiverClan Medicine Cat's Den
Rainpaw
He/They - 15 Moons
Pain. That was the first thing Rainpaw felt as he regained consciousnesses. As the older apprentice slowly stirred, he opened his eyes to face the younger medicine cat apprentice. It took a moment before he realized what had happened. Bumblestar. She must have handed them over to another RiverClan cat. The apprentice hissed in pain as he looked at his side. His heart sank - if the cat who handed him over wasn't here, that means they went to tell Fades. "Got my head banged," he muttered, rubbing the side of his head. "Anything for the pain?"
[ @ squidz - Berrypaw ]
[OOC NOTE: This takes place BEFORE Rainpaw's exile - This is allowed to be completed due to the timeline. Rainpaw should still be treated like RC in this roleplay only]
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Re: RiverClan Medicine Cat's Den
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Beastflame
The deputy's harsh words about his former mate washed over the injured warrior. A flick of his ear was the only acknoledgement that he'd heard the spiteful comment. It hurt, but it was certainly justified, and his head hurt way more than any insult to the cat that had abandoned him. He nodded his head in thanks.
"You 'ave my word."
Dusklion went on to answer his questions and summarize the past few moons. Beastflame listened diligently, eager to hear news but not particularly surprised by any of the updates. Beansprout was an excellent warrior, and he wasn't happy to hear of his death, but in all honesty he hadn't expected the former leader to last long anyways. But he would've predicted an internal takedown if anything, not a scruff with Windclan. They'd always been amiable, he was disappointed to hear they were now at odds. Beastflame felt similarly about Stonepaw's disappearance. He'd half been hoping to see the little guy around the medicine den.
Dusklion was now on to near present day, explaining her own rise to a high rank position. Beastflame could relate to her need for justification - he had felt the same when he was a Shield. No one had been dumb enough to accuse him of nepotism, but it had also been there in the back of his mind. So Beastflame didn't react to the deputy's explanation, pretending not to hear the change in tone.
"Jus' a typical time 'n Riverclan then, huh?" he replied dryly, a half grin on his face. "Will do," he added more solemnly in response to the deputy's orders to get better. It was his goal to recover as soon as possible. How else was he going to get back to normal? What kind of warrior would he be if he went missing for eight moons in the clan's time of need and then came back only to be deadweight? No, that would not be happening.
"I don' think so, that was plenty helpful," he answered gratefully. The trove of information unloaded on him in the past couple minutes would give him plenty to mull over while he rested.
A pale gray tabby she-cat appeared beside him, startling him. It was strange, as though he was looking at a warped reflection of himself. She was also missing her right eye, and while her pelt was a lighter shade than his, her eyes were darker. The similarity confused him for a moment, and he didn't even catch what she said. Then she was gone. He blinked, clearing his mind, and she was replaced by a smaller brown she-cat who was clearly nervous.
"Counting on it," he replied to her worried comments, trying to sound comforting and possibly coming across as gruff. The moss stung and scratched his injury, but he did his best not to react, not wanting to make the apprentice any more upset or overwhelmed. What he assumed to be marigold was more soothing, which he appreciated.
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