| Lightningstorm | 26 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
Ensuring they hadn't been followed, Lightningstorm shook herself free from the freezing water, wishing her den offered more warmth. Unfortunately, cool and dry - or humid, it depended on where you were and if the stream passed by the tunnels you were currently in - were the norm for the underground den, so frozen whiskers was going to be the general feeling of the burrows for the rest of the day. Oh... newleaf couldn't get here bloody fast enough. Satisfied that no one had followed through, however - she did not need more cats getting in the way considering the flighty nature of her current patient - she turned to Owlpaw, offering a grin as she approached. At least she seemed to be open to examination, merely curious about the why. Never a bad trait to have - curiosity - as far as the medic was concerned.
"Well, I've seen a few cats be brought back to life in my own time in WindClan, and usually they seem to be brought back fairly alright. The thing that most seem to share is a bit of a memory loss. Memory sometimes comes back swiftly, other times it don't come back at all. And then there's those that have it trickle little by little, getting fragments and the like instead of a full picture. Your memory seems to be doing well though. Mind as sharp as when you were an ankle biter, innit?" she mused, eyes glinting with amusement at the memory of the dirt covered kit and the overly concerned Deadmoon.
"There seems to be something else up with you, though, love. Now, I'm not one to ask or prod too much. Everyone's got their own private burdens to carry, and they're none of my business. Your health, on the other paw, is. And I couldn't help but notice you aren't looking... well... Lively for someone who's just been brought back. Like maybe..."
Lightningstorm paused, mulling over her next words carefully before deciding to drop it. If Owlpaw wanted to speak to someone - anyone - she would do it at her own time. Hell... even the herbalist had things she carried close to her heart which she hadn't mentioned to others. Things that made her heart heavy or life just a little more bleak every day, yet she couldn't quite bear to part with the words for others to hear. Instead, she shook her head, deciding to focus on what she could openly help with. Like the far too skinny looking physique of the apprentice. The lithe calico wasn't called a half starved rat by the deputy for just any reason. He might be teasing, but she was hardly a big cat in any sense of the word... and yet even she seemed much fuller and healthier than the paw's diminishing form appeared. Whether this was due to a lack of eating, pain... or some other reason was what she needed to assess here.
"The important thing is to make sure you're alright. How's your appetite been? And your overall strength? Been lacking in energy? Having pain of any sort? You don't mind if I do a quick physical assessment while we talk, do you?" the Abyssinian mix mewed as she got closer, pausing only to ensure the ginger she-cat would be fine with physical touch. She never asked during emergencies, but as of so far, this didn't look like one. Not to mention that Owlpaw seemed distressed enough already after the incident at the Galewood, and she would rather not add more stress on top of the antics of a somewhat promising new tunneler and an arsehole of a new warrior.
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 11 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 The Stowaway Child
Cottonpaw eyes were brimming with thick salty tears, he’d been helped back to camp and to the healer’s den. His foreleg wasn’t right no, no, no. All contorted and red with blood soaking the fur.
He gasped between his heaving breaths, he couldn’t muster the energy to shout out. Just whimper and writhe in his heap on the floor. How had this happened, he had come so close to being taken by the two-legs. He brought his yellow eyes down to his injury. Would he be a warrior? Yes, of course, Lightningstorm would know what to do she’d fix him right up and he’d be as good as new.
| Lightningstorm | 26 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
Ensuring they hadn't been followed, Lightningstorm shook herself free from the freezing water, wishing her den offered more warmth. Unfortunately, cool and dry - or humid, it depended on where you were and if the stream passed by the tunnels you were currently in - were the norm for the underground den, so frozen whiskers was going to be the general feeling of the burrows for the rest of the day. Oh... newleaf couldn't get here bloody fast enough. Satisfied that no one had followed through, however - she did not need more cats getting in the way considering the flighty nature of her current patient - she turned to Owlpaw, offering a grin as she approached. At least she seemed to be open to examination, merely curious about the why. Never a bad trait to have - curiosity - as far as the medic was concerned.
"Well, I've seen a few cats be brought back to life in my own time in WindClan, and usually they seem to be brought back fairly alright. The thing that most seem to share is a bit of a memory loss. Memory sometimes comes back swiftly, other times it don't come back at all. And then there's those that have it trickle little by little, getting fragments and the like instead of a full picture. Your memory seems to be doing well though. Mind as sharp as when you were an ankle biter, innit?" she mused, eyes glinting with amusement at the memory of the dirt covered kit and the overly concerned Deadmoon.
"There seems to be something else up with you, though, love. Now, I'm not one to ask or prod too much. Everyone's got their own private burdens to carry, and they're none of my business. Your health, on the other paw, is. And I couldn't help but notice you aren't looking... well... Lively for someone who's just been brought back. Like maybe..."
Lightningstorm paused, mulling over her next words carefully before deciding to drop it. If Owlpaw wanted to speak to someone - anyone - she would do it at her own time. Hell... even the herbalist had things she carried close to her heart which she hadn't mentioned to others. Things that made her heart heavy or life just a little more bleak every day, yet she couldn't quite bear to part with the words for others to hear. Instead, she shook her head, deciding to focus on what she could openly help with. Like the far too skinny looking physique of the apprentice. The lithe calico wasn't called a half starved rat by the deputy for just any reason. He might be teasing, but she was hardly a big cat in any sense of the word... and yet even she seemed much fuller and healthier than the paw's diminishing form appeared. Whether this was due to a lack of eating, pain... or some other reason was what she needed to assess here.
"The important thing is to make sure you're alright. How's your appetite been? And your overall strength? Been lacking in energy? Having pain of any sort? You don't mind if I do a quick physical assessment while we talk, do you?" the Abyssinian mix mewed as she got closer, pausing only to ensure the ginger she-cat would be fine with physical touch. She never asked during emergencies, but as of so far, this didn't look like one. Not to mention that Owlpaw seemed distressed enough already after the incident at the Galewood, and she would rather not add more stress on top of the antics of a somewhat promising new tunneler and an arsehole of a new warrior.
Other cats brought back? WHO. owlpaw wanted to know. Sharp mind? yippee!! "Gots'ta keep th' clan on their toes." Aubs grinned jokingly, stooping her head and unsheathing her claws naughtily for a moment before straightening slowly once more. "Remember a bit too much, though." The feline admitted. it was true. buried under the soil. Like a corpse. cant breathe see think act-- oh. So Lightningstorm caught on. Dang it. "Well... was starvin' t' death.. out there. bad. when I ate th' bad prey I was desperate... still feel... bad. hurts 'n m' belly. tired. just... haven't been feelin' good. but it'll pass, won't it? with rest n' stuff." Owlpaw hated bedtime but it always seemed to be the answer. sigh."Mhm! y' can look m' over." She agreed, despite hating having to need medical attention in any way shape or form. but to be a warrior she had to be in good health! so she would! yeah! Owlpaw stared off into space, just... thinking. ew. another thing she hated. NO talk, NO proper sensible warrior thoughts, but... scary thoughts. Not nice ones. buried. in. the. ground. up. cant. breathe. dead. alive. must. breathe. don't. suffocate.
↳-"I'm just a girl!"-༉‧₊˚✧
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"There was no one in the town and no one in the field
this dusty, barren land had given all it could yield..."
| Lightningstorm | 26 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
The apprentice's grin was infectious. Even the medicine cat had to grin along with her as she spoke, even as she started to see some cracks within the mask. It was too familiar. All of it. The over the top cheer. The silly banter. The jokes that were meant to bring attention away from that which was meant to be hidden. The calico couldn't help but wonder if she was as easy to read by the other cats, but considering how Owlpaw's own condition seemed to have flown well under the noses of every other cat in the clearing before the prior altercation, she would have to assume it was less how easy to notice it all was and more how it felt like she was looking at a younger version of herself.
As the ginger she-cat continued speaking, Lightningstorm allowed herself to gently feel at her ribs with her paws. A soft touch. One that was used to dealing with heavily bruised and broken cats who would be reduced to whimpers at the lightest of provocations. Regardless of who it was, the wiry framed feline was never one to actively wish harm upon them, but even less so when it came to a patient. As such, her paws flitted almost unperceived through the apprentice's fur, feeling at the jutting ribs as her expression grew sterner, the amused light dimming in her eyes the more her young companion talked.
"Remembering too much? Hmmm. I have some experience with that," the spotted she-cat responded in a soft voice that carried itself in an almost whisper like tone. "Feels like you're trapped in your mind... unable to escape it until your very thoughts are a prison. Makes you wish you could forget it all and start fresh... even when you know knowledge should never be forsaken. It's hard... painful, even. Lonely, too. Because no one can understand that desperation that keeps crawling under your skin, no matter how much you want them to. That need to break free while you feel the weight of the forest crushing you down."
Blinking, Lightningstorm turned lapis hues upon blue green before offering a sympathetic half grin, her head tilted to the side as she placed her paws back on the ground, satisfied with the physical exam by now. "That sound about right?"
| Lightningstorm | 27 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
Getting back to camp after a quick outing to replenish her moistening moss - a different moss she preferred to use for cleaning injuries over bandaging them - the herbalist padded towards her den with slow, unhurried steps. She had no real rush in returning to the underground lair, although gratefully today she would be busy accommodating some of the newer clumps of moss she had brought with her. With newleaf in the air, the thought also occurred to her to replenish all patient nests, if only to have them soft and inviting when more cats fell victims to the twoleg's ploys and traps the longer they remained... It wasn't a happy thought, but a realistic one. Odds were cats would get hurt before this whole mess was sorted out, and now that she was alone again, it would be best to keep things well organized.
It wasn't until she started approaching her den that a feeling of doom began looming over her. There was the heavy scent of blood in the air, and by instinct she pressed forward with swift steps. The sight that met her was... far more familiar than she would have liked. The injury itself from first glance was among the more bloody ones she had ever seen, but it was the tom who lay in the entrance chamber, quiet and suffering, that was a familiarity in and of itself. Alongside the fact that once again, she was face to face with a severely injured apprentice with no warrior in sight. If it hadn't been for the urgency of the situation, Lightningstorm's blood would have boiled on the spot.
"Stars alive! Cottonpaw! Talk to me. What happened? Who did this? Why are you here alone? Here, here. Blast! Can you lean on me and walk to a nest? I don't want someone else rushing in here and accidentally bumping into you and making this whole injury worse," the medicine cat started, the moss dropped from her maw as she rushed towards the white furred apprentice's side.
Gingerly, Lightningstorm offered her flank to the apprentice, cursing under her breath at her lack of musculature. Her former mentor would have easily been able to carry this apprentice himself without need for pain. Rabbitpaw would have no doubt been able to do the same. It was one of those cases in which knowledge did nothing to help here, and she could do little more than offer a safer, more comfortable environment for her patient before she got to tending to his injuries. Gratefully, once Cottonpaw was settled, her moons of experience would be much more helpful to him.
@Undertaker [Leechscar] | @Daragca [Cottonpaw]
| Pardon the wait here. I was waiting for more posts before I realized that I was the only one mentioned, sorry! |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
@Alchemist Kitsune - Lightningstorm | @Daragca - Cottonpaw
The powerfully built gray tom felt nothing but air as gravity yanked him down. He lands neatly among the roots and gives his pelt a quick shake. Leechscar's sharp green eyes linger on the hollow Twilightstar resided in. A quick check-in with his mother left him a bit concerned, but not to the point that he was willing to push the matter into another one-sided argument. She was tired, nothing new, but something was eating at her. Some demon from her past, he was sure.
She wasn't willing to share, he wouldn't push for now. He planned to head to the apprentice den and see if he could find Owlpaw. Even though she had seemed rather peppy, she had been rather scrawny. He wondered if she was up to sharing a meal with him. Casting one more glance at the hollow, he turned to walk off, but caught sight of a Badgerbait's tiny form out of the corner of his eye.
She disappeared out of sight as she ducked into her den, and he could pick up the thick scent of blood from where he stood. His curiosity came and went as he figured it wasn't his problem to deal with it. Alas, as if to jinx him. His ears perked as he heard Cottonpaw's name from the den entrance. Come on!
He pushed his ears back as his paws were already leading him toward the med den. He paused for a fraction of a second, fighting his ridiculous fear of the underground, and ducked into the den. His tail whipped out behind him as he padded into the spacious opening and scowled at the sight of the white furred apprentice, stained in red.
"How did this happen?" He growled, coming up on Lightningstorm's right and carefully circled the apprentice to reach his scuff. "Hey, Cottontail, I'm going to scuff you, grit your teeth and don't bite your tongue." He warned, before carefully aiming to sink his teeth into the apprentice's scuff to lift him. The tom would lift his chin high enough that the Cottonpaw's hind legs and rump wouldn't be dragging on the ground, and gingerly set him down in whichever nest Lightingstorm pointed to before backing off a tad to let the medicine cat do her work.
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Dawnstar is the leader of ShadowClan. She has a semi-closed den policy as in do not enter without asking permission first or her fangs'll greet you. ShadowClan Resources ||| Dawnstar ||| ||| Kit Curriculum Finder
| Lightningstorm | 27 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat Flock Together [Tier 3] - Active | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive | Katty Krueger - Inactive
Pink tongue methodically grooming short, white fur, Lightningstorm made a point of trying to keep her pelt as dirt free and scent free as possible. A challenge considering she lived underground in a den pregnant with the heavy musk of both dried and fresh plant matter. It was for a worthy cause, however, as no one wanted to have an injury tended to by muddy paws. A fact that was a curse, really, because she was certain that if not for her role within the clan she wouldn't have to groom half as much as she did. Vanity had never been her prerogative. She tended to leave the attentiveness to physical charms or looks to her mother. Or had done so when she lived, she supposed. Assuming she was dead. It had been the only logical conclusion she had come to considering the state of her injuries when she had decided to walk out of WindClan for what felt like the millionth time in her life.
A sigh escaped her as the medicine cat realized she was once again letting her mind wander to the negatives of life. It had been doing that a lot lately. The quiet of the den was getting to her, especially now when Rabbitpaw's scent had almost vanished from it. Loneliness had always been her mind's downfall, and she instantly began wondering if she could try and rope in some cat for a small excursion outside. Knowing the twolegs were out there, however, gave her pause, and she settled with the knowledge that she'd have to stay where she was for now. A good thing at that, as it seemed she had a visitor, and large ears perked up at the light limp on Brightpetal's gait, the mildest scent of blood meeting her nostrils as she assessed her.
"Considering that paw of yours looks like it's being a bit of a pain, I'll take a guess you didn't just come in here to take a look at this gorgeous face of mine, did ya love?" Lightningstorm mewed, quirking a brow as she offered a cheeky grin before motioning with her head towards the apparently injured limb. "Let's have a look at it, then. What's aching ya?"
Cottonpaw
he/him | Windclan Apprentice | 12 moons The Collector - Lucky Duck T3 The Stowaway Child
The sight of Lightningstorm was a welcome reprise, it felt like the light at the end of the tunnel giving him a reason to focus and bring his pain down. But he still found it hard to answer the barrage of questions as the healer leapt into action. Leaning into the healer’s side as he willed himself to force at least something in between the blubbers, ”Tw.Two.T.t.t.two-L.L.LLeaaaaaarrhhhhHHHHH” His voice became distorted once more as he accidentally felt some pressure drop into his leg, it was unusable.
Then came Leechscar, barking out what felt like an order that Cottonpaw could only nod at and obey. Like a helpless mewling kit he was lifted by his scruff, just like Mama would do when he was young. Even the slight jostling that came with it burned fresh whines in his maw. Set down finally in a nest of Lightningstorm’s choice with yet another jolt of ebbing white hot pain.
No he had to pull himself together, be brave. Have the hope that Starclan would look after him and all would be alright, their healer knew what she was doing. She surely was the most experienced of them all. His panicked rapid breathing huffed and puffed from the corner of his mouth until he willed it to slow through the pain. His yellow eyes wandered down to his foreleg, daring to look at it once more. Nope, still the same. Still looking something rotten, it didn’t feel like his own leg. He could feel its pain and see its now mangled shape, but it just wasn’t the leg that was his. Able and willing, it lay pathetically unimpressed. It wasn’t his.
His gaze wandered back upwards, ”A…A…T..t.trap got m.m.me, i.i.it c.c.c.c.clamped o.o.on m.m.my l.leg and the t.t.two-l.l.legs were c.c.coming to g.get m.m.me.” Another sharp inhale as he steadied himself. ”O.o.oranges.slice and P.porc.cupineq.q.quill, t.they g.g.got m.m.me b.b.back b.b.buUUtttttttttt I d.d.don’t k.k.know w.w.where t.t.they’ve g.g.gone.” His words were a long drawn out process as he fought to get each one out. His lips quivering as he very clearly tried to be strong.
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