By the Stars, she was exhausted. Still bleeding. Could barely walk. But she didn't enter the medicine den first. Or second. Or even third. Violetfreckle was alive and she was mostly stable. She could hold out for a little while. Even though her vision swam, even though pain spiked up her leg with every step she took, even though her chest—Stars, her chest hurt. It was an ache she'd never felt before, like she was still trying to breathe water. Claws unsheathed at the thought. But no. The worst had begun to be taken care of. The medicine cats had helpers. Maybe she could go in now without feeling like a waste of herbs.
She was slow. So, so slow. Each step felt like an eternity as she tried and failed not to wince. Violetfreckle had gotten lucky, she wasn't as injured as the others. Eventually, she poked her head into the den. "How–" Her voice was low, raspy, it hurt. She had probably done something to it when she'd screamed for Bumblestar. And drowning didn't help either, probably. She cleared her throat and flattened her ears at the pain the action brought. "How can I help? I'm not that bad." A bold-faced lie, but hey. She could try. "I can chew somethin' while you treat me. Or whatever. Just can't gather anything." She spared a glance back at her leg, which she was holding off the ground as she stood still.
// @Beaan @Neptune. + i do not know who else to @ so whoever else is in here \\
- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 14 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
So much to do so much to do so much to do. So many cats. Why do those damn otters exist??? Wolfhawk glanced over to Hollowpaw as he asked the older cat what to do. Hell, he didn't even know! The tripod moved to the herb storage, repeating the same words under his breath as he scanned. Not much. Damn it. Juniper.
His green eyes paused at juniper, grabbing a few before hobbling over. He dropped them in front of Bumblestar, who was probably already dead. "Juniper. Shock. One or two berries," he muttered, anxiously tapping a paw.
Oh, there was the leader's mate. Wolfhawk looked over as the tabby molly came over. The cats were in bad shape, yes, but bumblestar was the worst. He hobbled over to the storage and grabbed a few oak leaves. Infection helpers. They would need that. He dropped the leaves in front of the she-cat, and sharply said "...Chew these."
Injuries. Many injuries. And helpers. He needed to find out who was in the worst condition. His gaze came across one of the helpers he called, a cat he had briefly interacted with a while ago. "Maplehaze," the brown cat called. "Who's on the verge of passing out and who can wait. I needa help bumble. N after that... we'll go from there," he instructed, tapping his paw on the floor of his den. He didn't know what to do. He was just going to try his best.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fade summons a prowler to chase rose
| Sprucejumper | 18 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws [T2] - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Active | Not Skiddin' Around - Active | Amnesia - Active
Outwardly, the tom kept his usual face of detached composure. Aloof and bored. Hiding the turmoil and fear that stormed within him. They were inside the herb cats' den, and he... preferred it this way. Much as he disliked the place, if it got The Boulder healthy again, he would endure without question until he was tossed out. He just hoped there wasn't long to wait for the mountain of a cat to be taken care of. Just how messed up were the rest of the cats on that patrol? Was it really just the otters that had done this? He had thought the battle won already. How could the hornet lose? Especially when Angry had taken her top warriors... herself included! This made no sense!
His thoughts already in disarray, dark ears perked up as he heard hurried steps coming in. He couldn't see the cat that had rushed into the den, and frankly he could care less about them. Whatever it was, it could wait. The Boulder took priority, and nothing could change that. Nothing except...
Sprucejumper's eyes grew wide, his mouth slack jawed for a moment. Had... had he heard right? No. He must have misheard. She was fine. Everything was fine. His attention was on The Boulder. This other cat was mistaken. She was in camp. Nothing could hurt her. See? Even Puppy wasn't concerned... And yet he couldn't help himself as her name fell from his lips, a note of terrified, trembling confusion lacing it.
Haze followed them in quickly and was prepared to be on stand by if they help. Pressing onto wounds, chewing up poultice or something of that sort. Instead he was faced with a dilemma of choosing who gets help first. Stars- What kind of deity was he playing to choose who has to suffer longer. Nevermind, there wasn't any time to contemplate on his own morals. Cats first, he can deal with himself later.
Haze examined the warriors crowding the den at the moment, trying not to breath in the metallic, blood ridden air.
Tigerpelt. Small cuts. Flintclaw. Oh stars- bleeding heavily, everywhere. Ravenfire. Long gash down their side, and they don't seem to be in the right headspace. Mudhound. Shaking, with wounds to the face and back. Violetfreckle. Maplehaze grimaced when took a deep breath before relaying everything for the medicine cats.
"Flintclaw's passing out, left ear torn, foreleg maimed." Haze choked out descriptors as the cats around him bled out. "Mudhound's in the back, they're shivering, mangled jaw, coughing out water 'n their leg ain't right- and Ravenfire's gonna pass out as well, a slash across her face 'n down her side."
"Violetfreckle, says she's alright, but she's limping." Haze continued with a drumming in his head. "Tigerpelt, talking fine 'n with minor wounds. Will live. Spiderthroat. He- he's not here."
The russet bengal tom turned to Wolfhawk, letting him decide the next course of action. "I'll go bring him in, or do you need me here?"
[ @Beaan @Neptune. @/everyone else | I'm trying to catch up with the backlog between clearing, medden, and the injury forms, so please do let me know if I screwed up somewhere. I've only listed desc Haze could identify by looking. Not too sure if I should include Dragonflycliff because their treatment already started?? EDIT: rising's gonna grab spider]
Brackenclaw- He/Him, 26 Moons old, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.
Brackenclaw would try to calmly wait outside the Med den in case Wolfhawk or Hollowpaw needed help with things. It was difficult for the Maine Coon though given the situation. Brackenclaw wished he could help. He also wished he could show those otters who's boss. Brackenclaw's massive claws would knead the ground in his attempts to keep his emotions under control. Now wasn't the time to be dumb or stupid they needed to focus on healing the wounded then figure out their next step.
Every second feels like an hour. The apprentice wasn't even sure if they've gotten any idea on how to treat Bumblystar yet– they had helpers, and one of them was a full medic, they'll get to Muddy AT SOME POINT. She hated looking at Muddy's wounds; despised those river creatures. It's those otter's fault, they're fault for the problems they're having. Injured cats and messy wounds, it's those monster's fault. Honestly, Quackpaw hated the situation in the medicine den as well, cats coming in, otter wounds or not. "Everything's gonna come back to normal soon.." will it, though? Will it? Until those monsters learned their lesson, nothing's gonna go back to normal, absolutely nothing.
Muddy' cold. Muddy's in pain. That was HER MENTOR and FRIEND. She didn't know when someone's gonna get to Muddy and heal them. She didn't know when and it irked her. Whatever happens she wasn't moving an inch until then. Starclan or whatever gods sits up there, just let her turn back time to before Muddy left camp and walked towards the river of demise with the patrol so she'd be able to block Muddy from going anywhere– god, WHY DOES THIS DAY HAVE TO HAPPEN. Quackpaw was just peacefully being an apprentice when all of a sudden the river monsters waltz into Thunderclan. What kind business to those guys even have being there!? She didn't care if they bothered some other poor soul far, far away, but they have n reson being HERE of all places. You've already been kicked out once right, why are you coming BACK!?
Quackpaw didn't wanna let her eyes off of Muddy, scared something would happen to them if she takes her eyes off for even a second; she needs to make sure everything's not gonna become even worse than it already is. She needs to. But she heard words coming from Sprucey's mouth, she couldn't help but direct her gaze at the tom. Firebloom? "Sprucey..?" that was the most emotion she's ever seen come from him; of course you can't expect her to know a lot about Firebloom that isn't just 'warrior with a bunch of scars'. But apparently something happened. Oh, wonderful, more injured cats that may add to whatever mess this is. Just what they needed.
- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 14 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
Alright. So Haze had given him the general run-down he needed. Good. "Thanks, Haze," he said quickly before turning to hollows. "Flintclaw, Muddy n Ravenfire are the ones who need to be checked first," he stated. "I'll take Flint n Muddy."
Now to get to work.
FLINTCLAW HEALING
Wolfhawk hobbled over to Flintclaw first. "Haze, over 'ere," he called out to his friend, examining the tom's wounds. First, shock. That was something most of the cats would deal with. The large cat made his way over to the herb storage, grabbing a juniper berry along with some herbs. Wolfhawk dropped the juniper berry in front of the injured tom, nudging it to him. "Eat this. It'll help with the shock." Now from the looks of it, the older warrior's leg was in the worse shape. The medic chewed up some marigold and spat it onto a cobweb before pressing it on Flintclaw's foreleg. He motioned for haze to come over. "Maplehaze, hold this here," the cat instructed, backing away.
The thunderclanner chewed up some horsetail, putting it into cobweb once he was done, and repeated this process about two times. He applied one cobweb with horsetail where the warrior's ear used to be (from the looks, it had been torn off), and then another on the gashes on Flintclaw's flank. The tripod had to go back to the herb storage and grab another pair of horsetail and cobweb, and he repeated the same process and applied it to the other flank.
The large brown cat backed up once he had finished. "Should be good for now. Haze, stay with him n get me if he needs anything else or if something goes sideways," he instructed to the warrior, heading over to violetfreckle.
VIOLETFRECKLE HEALING
Alright, now the tabby female. Wolfhawk hobbled back to her, examining her wounds before heading to the herb storage, grabbing some herbs before hobbling over. "Give me one of those Oak Leaves, oh n eat this" he asked while nudging a juniper berry over to her, putting one of the oak leaf poultice in a cobweb and applying it to the warriors leg that had a bite on it. "Ya got a few scratches on yer face - don't want ta block yer sight so I can try to put some of the poultice on it if ya want. But. Hm. Risinstorm!" the medic called out for the head hornet. "I got a bunch o other cats on the brink of death, yer in charge of helpin her.
cobweb for bleedin if there are any other wounds. If she needs somethin or ya notice something wrong get me or hollows," the large cat instructed the hornet before heading over to the deputy.
SPIDERTHROAT HEALING
Alright, the deputy next. Wolfhawk definitely needed help with this one. "Treetiger!" he called out for the warrior. He rushed to the herb storage, grabbing herbs before rushing back. He chewed up some marigold and spat it in a cobweb, pressing it hard on the deputy's shoulder. He looked over to treetiger, who hopefully showed up by now. "Hold this down, make sure no blood gets out," he instructed, focusing on the other injuries Spiderthroat had. He repeated the process once more, putting it on the deputy's other scratches. He had quite a few. Now, his stomach.
He headed to the herb storage, grabbing the same herbs he'd been using and repeated the process once more. It started becoming muscle memory. "Burdock would've been helpful," he murmured, applying the cobweb-marigold pair to the deputy's stomach. "Monitor him, will ya. Might needa head out and find some herbs later with all this. Let me know if anything starts going wrong," he instructed, glancing around the crowded den. So much going on, so many cats to heal.
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fade summons a prowler to chase rose
- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 14 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
FLINTCLAW HEALING
Wolfhawk hobbled over to Flintclaw first. "Haze, over 'ere," he called out to his friend, examining the tom's wounds. First, shock. That was something most of the cats would deal with. The large cat made his way over to the herb storage, grabbing a juniper berry along with some herbs. Wolfhawk dropped the juniper berry in front of the injured tom, nudging it to him. "Eat this. It'll help with the shock." Now from the looks of it, the older warrior's leg was in the worse shape. The medic chewed up some marigold and spat it onto a cobweb before pressing it on Flintclaw's foreleg. He motioned for haze to come over. "Maplehaze, hold this here," the cat instructed, backing away.
The thunderclanner chewed up some horsetail, putting it into cobweb once he was done, and repeated this process about two times. He applied one cobweb with horsetail where the warrior's ear used to be (from the looks, it had been torn off), and then another on the gashes on Flintclaw's flank. The tripod had to go back to the herb storage and grab another pair of horsetail and cobweb, and he repeated the same process and applied it to the other flank.
The large brown cat backed up once he had finished. "Should be good for now. Haze, stay with him n get me if he needs anything else or if something goes sideways," he instructed to the warrior, heading over to violetfreckle.
FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive, scarred dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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Was someone speaking? It sounded muffled as blurry, pale eyes followed the moving shapes around him. So many things were said. So much movement. There were so many cats in the den that it was impossible to keep track of what was going on. His mouth felt so dry, he just wanted water. No, wait, his stomach was doing flips at the very thought of drinking or eating anything.
Sharp pains followed every breath as berries were slid in front of him. Eat this, someone said. Wolfhawk? Hollowpaw? Brown fur told him nothing. Flintclaw was chewing on something sharp and tangy before realizing it. What was this? His stomach wanted to reject it as he swallowed. Everything was still spinning. Pain flared up as pressure was placed on his injured leg, causing him to hiss. However, the sound was cut short as sharp pain rose once more from his chest, flaring up as though freshly injured once more. His breath caught in his throat and he shut his eyes tightly as everything bristled and his tail lashed.
He knew he needed to breath. Something in his head told him it was true. Shallow breaths returned as the medicine cat worked on his ear. What was going on with his ear? He felt searing pain all the way to its tip as he could only assume that it was being wrapped in cobwebs. He had, at least for the moment, forgotten that it had been ripped clean off of his head.
Thick claws sank into the ground as pressure was applied to his side, breathing again frozen in place as pain shot once more from his chest. He wasn't aware of his shaking, nor that it would soon relax as the medicine set in, but he was very aware of his chest still burning as the blurry image of the medicine cat slipped away from him. There was still someone there, though, pressing on his throbbing leg with cobwebs.
Short, shaky breathing soon returned as the dark tabby's vision came and went. His stomach wanted desperately to reject the berries he had eaten and he still shivered from the cold of his wet fur and shock. Was that what that was? He thought he had heard someone say shock. He wasn't entirely sure what that word even meant in that moment. What he did know was that nothing had been done for the searing pain that rose with ever short, shallow breath. It was more unbearable than the weight on his foreleg.
"...M...Ch..." The pain of trying to speak... He wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. He needed something, anything. It was so hard to breathe through the pain. His pale eyes screwing shut as lips curled in a silent snarl. "Ch... st... M... Ch..." He wanted to shout with frustration, to growl and lash out. He just needed to get the word out. He could remember what he needed to say. It was screaming at him to bring attention to it. "M... Chest..." A grimace followed the words, the thick raspy breath hardly qualifying as a voice.
He'd nodded, watching the medicine do his work, but a thank you was all he needed for his spirits to run high. Haze gave a weak smile, but the scent of blood brought him back to reality. So, the russet bengal tom did as he was told, and secured the cobweb by Flintclaw's leg...
Maplehaze spent the next few moments by Flintclaw's side, observing him and the other patients in the den battling their own demons. The medicine cats made quick work of the rest and it was to be expected. Haze couldn't be more proud of them. He honestly doesn't know what he'll do in their circumstance, but one thing for sure, the russet bengal would crumble under pressure. M...Ch.... A subtle noise broke the air around him. His icy blue eyes turned over to the warrior who murmured something. Haze's muzzle scrunched up in confusion as he leaned in closely to Flintclaw. M...Ch...? Chest...? Confusion grew within him and his immediate response was to call for Wolfhawk. "Wolfhawk, Flintclaw's...there's something wrong with his chest-"
She was overlooked, again. Standing out in the clearing watching as her former mentor was dragged away to the Medicine Cat Den. She'd almost glare at Risingstorm and the other warrior, but she kept it to herself. She didn't need to drag attention towards her attitude if she could help it.
Worthless. WORTHLESS. Should've done better. Entity crept out of her shadow, forming a glitchy haze over her that only she could sense. Her fur rose, unease creeping down her spine as she tried to slink away.
Then, her name was called. Treetiger drowned the unease with curiosity and turned her attention towards the Medicine Cat Den. She moved quickly, eyes wide as she looked at Wolfhawk working on Spiderthroat. Her instincts took over, her need to obey overtaking her momentary horror.
"I got him," he murmured to the medic, pressing into the wounds and eyeing Spiderthroat carefully. She would make sure he'd stay stable if it was the last thing she'd do.
Listen... listen carefully, Entity whispered into her ears. Feeding off her desire to aid a mutual friend, it'd do it's best to cater to the intense sensation. Her anxiety was absolutely feeding into it, giving it a power it craved.
Treetiger's eyes flicked to Wolfhawk, ears tingling as his voice came through. Burdock? Did Spiderthroat need this herb?! Was he going to die?? Treetiger's mind raced, her heart rate picking up with her anxiety about the situation. Every moment counted, right? Every moment was a wasted moment. Wolfhawk couldn't leave his side! NO! "Burdock..." she whispered, slightly panicked. She began tilting her head slightly as she heard a buzzing noise coming from behind her. What was that?
Entity was already working on it. HELP FRIEND. HELP FRIEND. IT HAD TO HELP. IT HAD THE POWER. Entity slid the burdock beneath her tail, it's movements careful to not bring attention to it.
Her tail was flicking and then... then it was flopping on something. Treetiger's head began pounding, almost enough to make her ease up the pressure on Spiderthroat's wounds before everything went quiet and fine again. Her green eyes shifted to the object under her tail... a... that's... burdock. "Wolfhawk," she spoke softly, her eyes shifting cautiously towards the medic as her long tail maneuvered the herb into view, sliding it across the ground towards him. She'd eye him curiously before looking back towards her former mentor, focused on him... and him alone.
Re: ThunderClan Medicine Cat's Den
EDIT: rising's gonna grab spider]
