WindClan Medicine Cat's Den - Page 35

***Rani*** · #**341** April 25th, 2025, 02:56 PM

Crowtooth
Windclan Deputy | He/him | 55 Moons
Power Card: Cold Gust

Ok Lightingstorm yelling for him in that tone was never good. Groaning as he hauled himself up and ducked into the medicine cats den (he really needed to find a good time to boot his friend and do some digging renovations down here) Crowtooth cocked his head at Blizzardnose, brow furrowing in worry. "Oh dear is the issue bad or somethin'? If theres no quick fix or somethin' we can take Blizzardnose offa warrior duties ta recover fer a bit, cant risk a clanmate wanderin' inta a trap until we got this sorted- Ah Im gettin' ahead o' myself, sup?"

Seriously though Crowtooth had sent Blizzardnose in hoping there was like a mental strength or clarity herb that could help with the memory issues that sent the tom to the windy hills alone in the first place. If the situation was worse or there wasnt a way to halt the brain issue (Crowtooth was at least aware depression could be functioned through but required longer to recover from) he wasnt keen on letting Blizzardnose out of camp given the risks in the territory right now.

Cats could be depressed and manage, but if that caused memory issues/confusion then it was another story.

@Alchemist Kitsune @BlowingBubbles

***Undertaker*** · #**342** April 25th, 2025, 09:25 PM

@Alchemist Kitsune - Lightningstorm | @Daragca - Cottonpaw
His ears twitch erratically at Cottonpaw's request. Starry Meadow? Had they promised to visit together. He felt guilt gnaw at his heart as he knew how much Leopardsong valued quality time with her family. How much she needed it these days. His eyes drop to his paws as Badgerbait responds instead of him. She was going to kill him, and honestly, he couldn't even be upset about it.

As Lightingstorm drifts out of sight, Leechscar sighs softly when Cottonpaw slowly drifts out of consciousness. The tom shifts behind the apprentice's smaller form, allowing his legs to buckle underneath his massive weight, slowly dragging him down till his belly pressed against the ground. He turns onto his side, coiling around the apprentice while getting comfortable, and drops his head down to rest his chin on the apprentice's flank.

Cottonpaw has grown steadily since Leechscar first spotted the white hairball crying about something or other in the clearing all those moons ago. Yet in Leechscar's eyes, he was still that same whining brat, a little bigger, but still a big crybaby. So emotional, so soft, but not weak. He had this quiet determination and unbreakable resolve. It made him believe that Cottonpaw had the makings of a great warrior, but as Leechscar peered at his mangled leg, it brought worry and doubts to his mind. None that he'd ever express or show, but they were there.

His eyes dart over to the medicine cat as her words pass through his ears. He must have been out of it when she returned. "Tch, I hadn't planned on moving anywhere, anything I had to do can wait." He grunts in soft devotion. If there is one lesson that stuck with him through the seasons, it's priorities. Twilightstar had instilled within him a sense of managing them properly. He knew hers were to the clan, but his priority would always be the cats he was responsible for, like his apprentices. His duty to the clan and work would always come second to them.

Aside from the clench in his jaw as he listens to her assessment of Cottonpaw's injury, his expression remains impassive. What did that mean? Was he expected to move with a severe limp forever, or nerve damage? Leechscar shuts his eyes to avoid glaring at Lightningstorm. The fury's fangs sink deep into his tongue, unnoticeable till his taste buds alerted him to the blood. He forced his jaw to relax and parted his lids as Lightningstorm's paws retreated.

"They're dead if I ever see them. Such inconsiderate, irresponsible mongrels." Leechscar grumbled to the sleeping apprentice. Every single time he left his apprentices alone or trusted another cat with them, it seemed that they always got injured, disappeared, or worse, died. Well... Owlpaw was the only one he had truly failed. He should have paused the training session and brought her back to camp or hunted her down as soon as he heard she wasn't seen in camp.

Regrets piled on his back like boulders, adding pressure and making cracks in his usual impervious heart. He blamed Wolffang for this shift; this unwanted desire to care. Granted, not to say that Leechscar never cared, he felt and loved deeply, but it was often reserved for those who carried his blood. His sense of responsibility to his apprentices had been nothing but an obligation, another duty that had to be done to remain in this ungrateful clan. Aside from feeling a sense of personal failure towards his former apprentices who went missing or died, he never dwelt on them. Not like he had with this newest batch.

He grimaces as he realizes that, at some point, Cottontail and Owlbait had become more than just apprentices to him. They were family as much as Rainpaw was. Wonderful, just what he needed. Was it because they stuck around longer or because he had gotten them fresh out of the nursery and been stuck with them since? What made these brats different from the rest?

A question to ponder. Leechscar gazes lazily at Lightningstorm while she works on the apprentice's injured leg. Outside of the flush of anger, there's a lack of disgust as his eyes follow her paws working steadily to patch the younger cat up. He was tempted to ask if he could help with anything, but a glance at the she-cat's face told him she was in the zone, disturbing her might hinder her more than help. So he kept quiet and merely watched the process. If he had more patience for dumbasses and wasn't so cranky, he'd happily volunteer some of his extra time around the medicine den. He had no interest in healing, not really, but he'd like learning, and Lightingstorm tethering ivy and sticks together to make some sort of brace for Cottontail's bad leg was fascinating.

Wait! Did she just say moons? Leechscar is drawn out of his spacing out as Badgerbait starts flapping her gums. He shuts his eyes and tips his head back, sighing softly. "He's ready for his assessment, too." He whispers to himself with a furious head shake. "I'm breaking Porcupinequill and Orangeslice's legs if I see them around WindClan, all of them, I swear." He breathes out in a restrained tone. "Got any idea on whether he'll be able to continue being a warrior? If he'll need retraining after he's healed up?" He asked, not truly wanting to know the answer. If the injury was bad enough, his leg could easily become a liability in battle, hunting. How much weight could he put on it, how much pressure, would it slow him down in fights and during hunts?

"No, I really don't." His green eyes finally meet the medicine cat, a cocktail of negative emotions swirling within them. "I've got to walk into the lioness den because of a bunch of idiots and damn twolegs." He complains while untangling himself from the slumbering apprentice. "I'd keep your herbs ready, I'll try to return without any broken bones, but no promise." He arches his back as he stands and glances at the exit with obvious dread. "Wish me luck, and thanks for taking such great care of the kid, I owe you extra herb patrols or prey, let me know what you like to eat and I'll catch it for you." He grunts as he reluctantly pads towards the exit, listening to her response before he leaves the den.

***Alchemist Kitsune*** · #**343** April 28th, 2025, 11:55 AM

A wince of sympathy contorted the she-cat's features at Leechscar's admission. His assessment would be postponed for moons... and that was assuming his leg recovered quick enough, never mind recovering at all. She was good at her job. She knew that much. But there was a limit to what any single cat could do, and whatever had broken Cottonpaw's bones was not something she had ever seen before. The extent of the damage was something she could give a well educated guess on based on other, similar injuries she had tended to, but the uniqueness of this case gave her pause. It felt dangerously close as speaking in conjecture with incomplete facts, and it was best to remain quiet than to give false hope in a situation like this.

At his threatening promise to the warriors, however, Lightningstorm rolled her eyes. She knew full well the fury was speaking out of his arse, as he would never give his mother more of a headache by purposefully injuring the idiots, but the prospect of having to deal with eight more broken legs was enough to give her a migraine.

"If you insist on snapping their legs off, at least make sure to drop them off as far away as possible in the outskirts as you can before coming back. Last thing I need is wasting valuable resources on incompetence," she mewed in a mildly amused voice, eyes twinkling with mischief as she spoke.

While not the kind of joke she would utter to just any feline, Leechscar's humor tended to match her own, and she felt like a small tease would help alleviate some of the severity of the situation, because no matter what she said it would not change the fact that Cottonpaw's injuries were brutal, and the fact that neither warrior had even tried to stay with him while she arrived at the den made her less than inclined to feel any pity for them or need to defend them against the fury's tirade. She didn't blame them for Cottonpaw's leg having fallen into a trap. From what she'd heard, the traps were expertly hidden, and it wasn't like the clan cats were familiar with them to begin with. The way they had handled the aftermath, however, was irredeemable in her eyes. Whatever punishment they got would be too good for them.

Gaze growing serious once more at Chuckle's questions, she paused, thoughtful before shaking her head. "Hard to say. This was not a break made from a fall or a fight against something with claws and teeth. There have been warriors made with lasting injuries and they have thrived just fine within the clan. Deadmoon's a fury, after all, and she's always been a reliable warrior. Survived plenty of battles, too. But... every injury is different, just like every warrior. Only time will tell with this one. I can tell you one thing for certain, though.

There is a high chance for there to be some sort of permanent damage. There's still the possibility for an amputation if it gets too infected. Not that I'll let it come to that. I'll eat Crowtooth's tail before I slack on a patient, and star's know where that has been."

The hint of her usual, cheeky grin fleeted through her face as the tom rose, finally set to face Leopardsong. One of the few cats in the clan Lightningstorm genuinely liked - perhaps wasn't close to her... but then, what cat was she close to, really - she did not envy either the fury or the queen right now. It would not be easy to deliver these news to such a devoted mother and clanmate. Much less when the injury had not only been completely out of your control... but on such a good apprentice too. Sure, she didn't know the younger tom all that well, but he'd been to her den with injuries enough times for her to get a general feeling for what he was like, and he was determined to improve and be an asset to his clan. It was hard not to feel as if it was an injustice for such a thing to happen to a paw who could seemingly worm his way even through Chuckle's heart.

"Good luck. Tell her she's welcome to come here if she wants to be here for him when he wakes up. You too. I don't usually like visitors in my den... make too much of a mess, but I trust you lot, and it's not exactly like broken limbs are contagious. Well... so I've heard. Porcupinequill and Orangeslice might just prove me otherwise, I suppose," she chirped as she twitched her tail, hoping the allowed visits would somewhat soothe both cats, her grin widening as she added, "And I never say no to a vole or three if you happen to catch any on your trips out."

@Undertaker [Leechscar] | @Daragca [Cottonpaw]

**olliebones** · #**344** May 1st, 2025, 09:12 PM

꧁ᬊᬁᴄᴀʀᴅɪɴᴀʟᴘᴀᴡᬊ᭄꧂
He/They |~| Windclan Apprentice |~| 16 moons |~| Agatha Kitty (Active!!), Kitty Softpaws (Active!!)
“Be a voice, not an echo.”

At Twilightstar's words, Cardinalpaw walked/semi-limped towards Lightningstorms den, a scowl etched into his sharp features. Cardinalpaw watched with a mildly annoyed expression as Starlingpaw scampered away the second he stepped paw in the medicine den. Ah. No fun, was it? Honestly, he couldn't be too mad. Cedarpaw freaked out, so he was probably going to find his younger brother. Kudos to him or whatever. LoserCardinalpaw sighed, and blinked, shaking his head lightly. They were in here for a reason, though. "Er..Lightningstorm?" Cardinalpaw called, his tail flicking. "My mistake if you're busy ma'am. Well, 'm here for something, but- ah. Anyways. Twilightstar told me to come to ya." The older apprentice explained, sitting down and glancing down at his shoulder. It looked like somebody had just tried to gnaw it off. Which, they had. Jaggedpaw, the damned brat. Whatever. He wasn't bleeding out all over the medicine den floor, like cats more than likely had previously. But now Cardinalpaw was aware of the ground he was sitting on, and blinked. Oh. That's..charming.

[ @Alchemist Kitsune // Forgot to post this</3 ]

***Alchemist Kitsune*** · #**345** May 3rd, 2025, 03:43 PM

It was impossible not to hear the maddening ruckus that had broken out in the camp clearing, and even the sleeping medicine cat had found her peace disturbed deep in the underground tunnels. Exhaustion had kept her from fully registering everything that was going on, and with her own nightmares being cacophonous messes, it was hard to distinguish what was dream and what was reality. She had barely placed her head down upon her nest, however, and after a moment's consideration as she stared at the familiar walls of her burrow the calico figured she might as well go to the surface and take a look. After all, with the twolegs causing so much strain on the clan, it was surprising some sort of fight or challenge hadn't already slammed against the strenuous balance Twilightstar, Crowtooth and her were attempting to achieve in maintaining peace and order while keeping everyone safe.

Even as she made her way to the entrance chamber, however, much of the noise died down. She was certain she'd heard Twilightstar's voice calling for order, and the clan had perhaps not instantly quieted down, but by the time she had reached the top, there was already a patient waiting for her inside the entrance chamber itself. One of the older apprentices, if she wasn't mistaken, which was perplexing. She had expected the first fight to break out to be between the younger, rowdier ones. Then again, she knew next to nothing about Cardinalpaw, but judging by how he was talking now, he didn't really seem the sort to look for trouble. Of course, looks could be deceiving. Stars knew she liked to play the fool for the sake of being underestimated by the other clans.

The acrid stench of blood instantly filled the air, and despite the tom's red coat she could clearly spot the well of blood at his shoulder. Without skipping a beat, Lightningstorm approached to study the shoulder, making sure nothing else was out of order. Satisfied, her nose wrinkled not in disgust, but with curiosity. The bite was savage and efficient. If she had been younger and less experienced, she would have assumed it had been made by a predator. She would have to clean it and stop the flow of blood some before she applied a poultice and bandages, but despite the effectiveness of the bite there seemed to be no real danger outside of basic infection, which she could combat. The worst part was using herbs she should be saving for the inevitability of even more injuries caused by the twolegs, but it couldn't be helped. Stern and strict as she tended to be, she wasn't about to turn away a bleeding patient.

"Stars alive... you must have proper pissed off someone to get a chunk of ya removed like tha'. No worries though. Thankfully for you, I'm more than just a pretty face. Let me gather up some herbs and I'll have you good as new, right?" the herbalist chirped, a light tease in her voice as she attempted to keep the mood light and dispel whatever chaos had arisen outside. She always was a soft touch when it came to kits and apprentices, no matter how old the latter were.

@olliebones [LoserCardinalpaw]

***Alchemist Kitsune*** · #**346** May 4th, 2025, 05:22 PM

To help... through any means necessary. There was a time when the herbalist could completely get behind that sentiment. Back when she was still young and naive about the realities of life. Of what that help entailed. A small, thoughtful frown crossed her features, her gaze concentrating on nothing in particular, as if she was seeing something far beyond the mortal scope that surrounded them both, the words still ringing in her mind.

Was there a time when she had been the same? Had she changed so much? Did she resent her position within the clan now that her own memories were back? The thoughts mulled through her head, feeling crushingly heavy with the implications behind them. Owlpaw's serious determination melting into brimming, understanding relaxation was something she almost envied. Almost. Upon reflection she knew deep down that despite her loneliness and her lack of connections to most living cats, this would be the path she would walk all over again had she been given the chance. Helping was all she knew, and she was... okay with that.

"Just make sure you take care of yourself, love. It's all well and good to help, but there's only so much a single cat can do. Even a leader needs help from time to time. Between you and me, I think that's the only reason she puts up with Crowtooth," she mewed, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "His snoring alone would probably be considered an exile worthy offense in other clans."

A cheeky smirk on her face, Lightningstorm allowed a fleeting, light hearted giggle to escape her, eyes shimmering with amusement. The moment passed, however, and she soon adopted a more professional smile. Encouraging, welcoming, but lacking the pleased glee from her previous one. It was hard to give words of encouragement sometimes. Like now, when the words she mewed rang hollow. Basking in hypocrisy. Because really... when was the last time she had allowed herself to depend on another? She knew the answer to that, and he lay dead in the Dark Forest now. It was hardly the convincing endorsement she needed to raise Owlpaw's spirits now, however, and she simply twitched her tail for a moment before rising to her paws.

"Wait here just a mo'. I've got a couple herbs for you."

Disappearing down the tunnels for a moment, she arrived quickly with two different herbs in her maw. With Owlpaw's current condition, there was two herbs she knew of that could potentially help her. Sorrel for her appetite - stars knew the overeating she accidentally caused among a few cats when she was still testing the herb for its medicinal properties - as well as some chamomile for her peace of mind. Perhaps the talk had been good for her, but a little extra wouldn't harm her. Not if it was just for one day. If anything, it might help boost that cheeriness she seemed to be feeling and help propel it onto the next day.

"Here ya go. Sorrel and chamomile. They won't make you sleepy, but you should find your night's rest comes easier tonight," Lightningstorm explained before grinning devilishly. "Might be having a rabbit or two in the morning. Try not to over exert your stomach, though. I can help cure them, but stomach aches ain't fun for anyone involved. I won't keep you any longer though. I fear if I did your mentor really will toss me to a badger pit. I'm simply not appreciated around here..."

Sighing melodramatically, her charade was broken the next instant, a trill of laughter escaping her as she impishly stuck out her tongue. Offering a wink, the herbalist twitched her tail, letting her know she was free to go. There was nothing more she could do here outside of give words of empathy and understanding and she was... frankly not the type to do either. It was hard to try and present others with that which you had been lacking for so long you had almost forgotten what the action was like. Gratefully, she wasn't too worried. The talk really seemed to have helped Owlpaw, and she could always tell Chuckles to maybe not be so hard on the young troublemaker, at least while she got her paws firmly on the ground again. Or above it, in this case.

@Blaaze [Owlpaw]
| With this the healing roleplay should be considered completed! Sorry this took so long. A storm front that has overextended its stay by over a week now has had my power be all sorts of unhelpful lately.

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**olliebones** · #**347** May 5th, 2025, 02:48 PM

꧁ᬊᬁᴄᴀʀᴅɪɴᴀʟᴘᴀᴡᬊ᭄꧂
He/They |~| Windclan Apprentice |~| 16 moons |~| Agatha Kitty (Active!!), Kitty Softpaws (Active!!)
“Be a voice, not an echo.”

Cardinalpaw sat relatively still as Lightningstorm inspected his shoulder. This was his fault, technically. Cardinalpaw did not have the greatest temper, and Jaggedpaw was bloody annoying, in his defense. Cardinalpaw chuckled awkwardly at the Medicine cats words. Yeahh..he did proper piss someone off. It didn't help that who got pissed was insane. Little vermin, he was. "Yeah...pissed off one of Snowybreeze's kids.." Cardinalpaw said dryly. Cardinalpaw gave Lightningstorm a grateful smile as she spoke to them, their tail flicking.

[ @Alchemist Kitsune // oops short post:( ]

***Alchemist Kitsune*** · #**348** May 6th, 2025, 09:46 PM

Honest surprise flickered through Lightningstorm's eyes at the mention of the giant's litter, having had some generally easy enough encounters with the lot as kits. Jaggedpaw had been horrified at the mere thought of blood, refusing to look at his paw after his littermate had given him the slightest of nibbles. That instantly took him out of the pool of suspects, but left most of the others wading in it if the rumors around camp were to be believed. The medicine cat wasn't one to put stock on these rumors, unfounded in sensible facts for the most part, however, and considering the apprentices were much younger than Cardinalpaw, it was genuinely impressive to think that any one of them had been able to inflict much damage. Evidently looks could be deceiving as far as they went.

"Huh..." she finally huffed after another careful inspection of the injury, her whiskers twitching with mild amusement as she added a mischievous, "Curious. I'd heard of eating one's words, but never of eating the one who'd pissed you proper off before. Looks like this one overestimated the size of their mouth, though."

A giggle escaped her before she shook her head, twitching her tail in a motion that implied for Cardinalpaw to sit down before speaking once more. "Wait here, love. I'll bring you some herbs and clean that right up for you. The right poultice, you won't even feel the bite... Until tomorrow, anyway. Can't have you forgetting it's there and having you reopening or messing it up. Then it's my maw you have to worry about, and I've been told that my angry speeches are scarier than any bite."

Cocking a brow, the herbalist offered a cheeky smirk before turning around and vanishing down the tunnels, gone for only a few moments before she returned with a few herbs. Placing a leaf besides her poultice grinding stone, she set a dandelion inside the hollow dip at its center before turning to the stream that ran down from the entrance chamber towards the tunnels themselves. With well practiced motions, she moistened a wad of thick, soft looking moss before taking the moss towards the stone, squeezing some of the liquid onto the dried bloom atop it before returning her attention to Cardinalpaw, moss in paw.

"Going to clean up that blood offa ya before I make a poultice. It's going to sting for a bit, but it's better it stings now than later due to a nasty infection, innit?" Lightningstorm explained as she got closer, letting the apprentice settle down as comfortably as he could before she began treating the wound.

@olliebones [Cardinalpaw]

**sylvia26** · #**349** May 9th, 2025, 06:21 PM

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MorningGlow
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'*•.¸♡ Intersex|73 moons old|WindClan Senior Warrior|Expecting (may 22nd due date) ♡¸.•*'
"the ugly duckling became a beautiful swan...but what am I?"

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✧*̥˚ Morningglow slunk into the den with a nervous look and the scent of fear was coming off in small burst into the air, he wasn't used to this tired feeling. he didn't like it, and he was worried....way too worried. "h..hello?" he meowed in a low tone *̥˚✧
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@Alchemist Kitsune (nervous old bean is here)

**SuspiciousMindz** · #**350** May 20th, 2025, 11:49 AM

[Littlepaw]
WindClan Apprentice Tunneler
100/100
Lucky Duck T1 | The Collector

Man! The WindClan camp was filled with these beetles! There were so many around! As soon as she dropped her beetle off with Vinesmoke, she had turned to find one last gift for her MedicineMa. She found a rather large, black beetle. White spots were located on the wings. She'd stare with awe as it waddled around. It like the size of her paw!! MedicineMa would LOVE this!! She was sure of it. So, she grabbed it and, on her way, she got distracted by a huddle of insects. They were red and black spotted, tiny but in a cluster of like 3. Ohohhoh... she couldn't just leave these here either!

Carefully, she hauled her 4 beetles to the Medicine Cat den, trying to be as sneaky as she possibly could. Although, she didn't learn her lesson with Vinesmoke and definitely didn't mask her scent. Littlepaw would quickly locate her Mama's empty nest and bunch the beetles together in the middle. They, of course, dispersed across the moss, but laid still as she poked them to get them to stop moving. They had to just remain still long enough for MedicineMa to find them!

Then, the apprentice would try to sneak back out of the den, creeping out slowly before trying to act nonchalantly just outside the den. She'd even sprawl out in the sun and try really hard to not look in the den's direction.

@Alchemist Kitsune - Lightningstorm [you get Little's 100th post! congrats! now enjoy a bug infestation]