It was literally midnight, but considering the circumstances, he was sure that his intrusion in the medicine den was warranted. Tapping his tail on the frame of the den, muscled legs shaking slightly as he stood there, the white furred tom narrowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness. "Cowtuft? Lightningpaw? Sorry to bother you at this hour, but Ravenpaw is injured and it couldn't wait." Once he was sure that at least one of the healers was awake and approaching, he padded deeper into the den, jaw clenching at the effort as he let Raven slide gently into a nest nearby, side eyeing her pathetic form as he stood over his injured not-friend like an unwilling sentinel.
"She went to Twilight Falls and got hurt, evidently from snakebites but they were nonvenemous. She was bleeding like crazy, and it looks like she cut her leg on something but I wasn't there until afterwards so I don't know. She's ridiculously delirious from bloodloss, I'm assuming." Deadpan as he spoke, with a slight frown in the injured molly's direction, clearly unimpressed with her and her ailments, but not going as far to be disrespectful to the Clan's healers. He wouldn't be rude to someone who could potentially save his life later on, he respected them too much.
| Lightningpaw |
Flock Together [Tier 1] - Inactive
Lightningpaw's nose quickly wrinkled at the mention of ShadowClan. Her only interaction with the felines had been... less than stellar. As far as the young calico was concerned, this new apprentice was lucky to have gotten out of that confrontation with her life. Unless luck had nothing to do with it, of course. She could simply be that skilled. She seemed on the older side, in any case. Something further confirmed by Twilightstar's affirmation that she'd vanished before Cowtuft's time, even... and Cowtuft was old. Well... older than her, in any case.
Hailpaw's movements were stiff. Reluctant. As if she were uncomfortable in her own skin. Fair, if she were to be honest. She looked worse for the wear... a genuine problem considering their herb stocks were still nowhere nearly as plentiful as they had once been. Maybe she would be able to convince Twilightstar to let her go out on her own. Only for herb foraging, of course. But... herbs were necessary all the same, and patrols had been sincerely lacking in their ability to bring back anything of late.
Large ears perking up as she suppressed a wince - the nickname had been used against her last night... her nightmares getting worse lately - Lightningpaw nodded as Cowtuft spoke to her, offering a confident smirk. It was best to not show any doubt in front of an already hesitant patient as far as her - admittedly - limited experience went. She found a healthy sprinkling of cheek tended to at the very least humor the wounded, or annoy them to the point where their injuries seemed to pale as the glared at her. Either option worked wonderfully in the oriental mix's eyes. "On it," she mewed, twitching her tail lightly as she excused herself, rushing towards the herb storage in search for the necessary supplies.
Methodically, Lightningpaw went through the herbs, making a mental note of the potential use for each one as she gathered them. She found that it helped in her studies and to further memorize the healing tools at their disposal the more she tried to anticipate Cowtuft's uses for them. One marigold. Obviously meant to be made into a poultice for Hailpaw's wounds. In her state, infection needed to be staved off as best as they could manage. Poppy seeds? Pain. Her mentor had said it himself. Those looked like whoever had inflicted them had packed a wallop per strike. The stick confused her for a moment, bringing her pause until she remembered the kit they'd tended to recently. Mintkit. Glows leg had been straightened with some sticks, had it not? She should probably check up on glow soon. No visit from glows mom was probably a good sign, but still...
Finally, the sheet of moss. She'd become pretty familiar with this, experimenting with damp sheets of the plant during the fire in an attempt to ease the burns of those worse off while they padded away from the fire. Obviously not the use here, but with a lack of cobwebs, she assumed this would have to make for a substitute. Mouth full with herbs to almost her full capacity, she headed back towards the entrance chamber, her pace slower now as she made sure to not drop anything along the way. Lowering the materials before her mentor, she nodded, her tail giving a small twitch. The fact that there was a wounded cat did deter her from fully exploding with giddiness at the prospect of gaining more knowledge, but it was hard to curb her insatiable thirst for such. Had always been, ever since she was a kit.
"Here we are. We'll definitely need to do a herb patrol later. You know Tufty... if you are busy... I could always go out later and gather some essentials. For emergencies, 'course," she offered, her gaze shifting between Cowtuft and Twilightstar as she did her best to give each a sweetly innocent look.
Technically wasn't a lie. That she would love a bit more freedom to move around the territory without a bloody kit sitter all the time was neither here nor there now, really. For the most part. About fifty fifty. Honest. Look... she was almost four seasons old. Surely it would be fine, right?
「☆」 THE GENTLE GIANT 「☆」 ╰► COWTUFT he | him ★ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears + scar over his neck, burned hindleg, x-scar marks on shoulders; left green eye and right blue eye ★
A smile flashed across Cowtuft's face at Lightningpaw's tone of fake innocence. "Thank ya little Bumblebee, " He purred, letting Sheepgrowl's accent appear in his voice - emphasizing it to a dramatic point that it was quite silly. He let out a chuckle of his own, shaking his head back and forth. Ooh, how he found their banter amusing.
It was only when Rockshard's voice broke through the air that the smile on his face softened into something tinged with sadness and confusion. Cowtuft was about to speak when Lightningpaw beat him to it. He let the younger speak first, listening to her words carefully. Pride shone in his heterochromia eyes. Well. He didn't want brag, but the medicine cat felt like he had to be doing at least a decent job for Lightningpaw to end up so wonderful. Really, if she was his replacement .. It was sad, but Cowtuft was starting to accept it.
"Of course we will, " Cowtuft replied with a firm nod. He turned towards Rockshard. "I've been a medicine cat.. for many moons, dear.. There is not a doubt in my head that Halfpaw will not reach it to warriorship. He'll face.. a few difficulties.. when it comes to breathing but he will be able to overcome... I assure you.." The gentle giant said confidently.
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ೃ⁀➷ @Light000 @Alchemist Kitsune || psst, if you could mention me where leafpelt is that would be much appreciate !
The medicine cat had been slumbering within his chambers. His snout tucked under his feathery tail and quiet snores that escaped him. Last night had been rough that he was grateful for the chance to rest. And then someone was mewing with fear shaking their voice. Cowtuft eyes snapped open, shoving himself upright. Sleepiness plagued his thoughts but muscle memory had been built into him.
The sounds of crashing could be heard as Cowtuft pulled himself to the front of the den. A long warbling noise fell from his lips, shaking his head back and forth with despair. By the time Cowtuft reached the front there was Lightningpaw. She had been calling to him, though admittedly adrenaline was running through his body. He nodded his head quickly, turning to look at Minkkit. Claw wounds across glows chest and glows back. Deep, bleeding. Are there anymore? (Something happened, what? Predator? Where was Leafpelt?)
Border of camp. His eyebrows furrowed close together, where was that? Territory? He gave a small nod, "Thank .. you Minkkit. You are so strong.. Please, hold onto that strength.." Cowtuft turned to look towards Lightningpaw. This little one would have to be in paws. He trusted her training enough. "Marigold. Dandelion. Cobwebs. Smash a poppy seed. Half. Situate glow with a Queen and then if I am not back, come and help. Bring a warrior, " He said swiftly before disappearing into his storage.
If Leafpelt wasn't here, she likely had worse wounds. (Protected Minkkit?) Cowtuft cursed at their pitiful collection of herbs. After most of his herb patrols had failed they were critically low. He looked and grabbed a poppy flower, moss, cobwebs, mushrooms, and marigold. After he gathered them together, Cowtuft was darting out of the herb storage. Pain flashed in his eyes, paws clumsily stepping in front of each other.
He gave a nod towards Lightningpaw before he was heading out of the den and out of camp.
Cowtuft considered him to have a keen eye for expressions. He had to. To know what a small wince might mean when pressing against a side, the furrow of an eyebrow of a warrior. He always had a knack for noticing things. He didn't always understand but in this case Hailpaw seemed awfully uncomfortable. His hues filling with a sad pity for her. They seemed to be around the same age. (Though, Cowtuft somehow managed to keep a kit-face and a large body that made perception of his age .. difficult. )
The medicine cat turned his head to Twilightstar once she spoke. Ooh. Goodness gracious, that's an awful long list of things to experience without a break. He looked towards Hailpaw, "Welcome home..!" He replied genuinely, considering her quiet nature, Cowtuft decided to avoid letting the conversation linger on those topics. She still needed a chance to breathe before processing those.
As Twilightstar introduced them Cowtuft dipped his head. Slight embarrassment flushed his cheeks as she mentioned his uhm, quirk. That was what it was, wasn't it? A quirk? (Most seemed to accept it as it anyway. ) He liked to think he had gotten more comfortable but it wasn't as if it was ever something that to change. It is what it is.
Cowtuft listened to Lightningpaw scramble off to gather the herbs. He decided he would handle the most severe of Hailpaw's wounds and let his apprentice take the chance to treat the lesser. The more experience she got the better after all. And in all truth, Cowtuft wasn't sure who the other would be more comfortable with. "Thank you, " He rumbled softly as she delivered the herbs.
The splotched tom paused at her words, lifting an eyebrow with amusement. "Ask me that again.. when you have battle training, love.. " He replied, a grin present. Look. Technically Cowtuft never thought to listen about... apprentices not being alone. Even when he was a 'paw. He was a medicine cat, he had things to do! Many things! And while he may not have battle training he had experience. A little bit. Tiny. Oops, getting distracted.
"I will send out.. a round of herb patrols tomorrow.. bit more than usual.. I think too.." He didn't want to over-pick but they seemed to always be in dire need. Cowtuft gathered the herbs closer to his side and directed his attention to Hailpaw.
He shuffled closer to Hailpaw and laid out a poppy seed for her to eat. Then, he started to chew up a few of the marigold petals into a thin poultice. He chewed, and chewed until he (and here comes the gross part) spat it onto his paw pad. He would gently lather the scratches on Hailpaw's twisted leg in marigold, attempting to be gentle. Then he would do the same for the semi-deep gash across the right side of her flank. Ouch. "Forgive.. me for this, " He spoke softly before he reached forward and tried to gently straighten the leg out. Enough he could place a stick against it for support and wrap moss around it.
Cowtuft pulled back and scooted over. "Lightningpaw, " He gestured, gesturing towards the rest of Hailpaw's wounds. It was in her paws now.
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Twilightstar offered Hailpaw a faint smile in response to her understanding words, still, she felt that she had a responsibility and had failed it by letting Hailpaw go. There was nothing she could do to change now. The leader turned her gaze towards Lightningpaw and Cowtuft as they started healing Hailpaw, ears perking up as Lightningpaw voiced her concerns about herbs and fetching some herself.
Cowtuft was quick to shut that down as he spoke about her lack of battle training. Actually, now that she thought about neither medicine cat had battle training... perhaps they should prioritize fixing that at least so they could properly defend themselves. Something to keep in mind and ask later.
While the medicine cats work on patching Hailpaw, Twilightstar continued speaking with her. "Now Hailpaw, of course, you'll be welcome to return to WindClan. Once you're fully recovered you can finish whatever training you need with a mentor so you can receive your warrior ceremony." Twilightstar wasn't certain what training the she-cat had left if any. Even if she was finished, she'd probably need some extra training with her new injuries. Twilightstar wanted to make sure that she had the training needed to carry the extra responsibility that came with being a warrior.
"However, considering your age, how would you feel about getting your warrior name now? I can let you keep your suffix paw if you'd prefer that, but I figured I'd offer you the same deal I offered Cloverheart, a recently returned WindClan apprentice in similar paw prints as yours. Since you're older, I'm going to offer you your full warrior name, however, you'll serve the clan as a warrior in training among the apprentices since you'll need some training done to serve as a full warrior of WindClan. You'll be treated as an apprentice with a full name, you'll earn the privileges and respect of a full warrior once you finish your training with a mentor."
Lightningpaw left. Quite curiously, for Hailpaw had never thought herself to be the curious type, she found her blue eyes following the probably younger apprentice’s form, as though wary of what she was doing… Or simply cautious as to what she may be getting. Stars above, those pesky other clanners had done a number on her, hadn’t they? If she couldn’t even trust the cats within her own clan. Then again, they had never done anything ti prove themselves worthy of her trust, so perhaps it was too misplaced.
Oh… The large cat spoke, the presumed head medicine cat of the clan. She couldn’t help the side-eye as he welcomed her home, causing only for more suspicion. She almost instinctively wanted to lift her leg but winced as it painfully reminded her of its broken state. What had she done to deserve this? Genuine the medicine cat may look, she couldn’t help the suspicion (and now pain) welling up inside her. Her face remained unchanged, fighting the twists of pain as she bit her lip and stubbornly refused to look anyone in the eye. How childish she was. She hated this.
Ah, mostly non-verbal, was he? It explained the quiet talking… But then why did he talk at all? Hailpaw couldn’t fathom it’d be to accommodate someone as unknowing as her. Not ever. And if it was then she’d simply feel stupid, put plainly, excuse how improper that sounds. Though it earned him a slight look up, a brief moment where she studied his face before casting her gaze back down.
Then Lightningpaw returned, whom the silver apprentice’s gaze silently followed. The piter pater of paw steps caught her ear and she couldn’t help the cautious glances up and around, defences on awfully high alert. That being said, she was beginning to take notice of their seeming inability to simply use… Their names. Like, full names. Instead they referred to each other as ‘Tufty’ and ‘Love’ and Hailpaw could simply feel herself crisp up in whatever this uncomfortable and disgusted feeling was. Weaselskip… She could never use her full name either. Memory of her former mentor left the apprentice feeling perplexed and frankly… Whatever. It didn’t matter. She was gone, again, had abandoned her once more never to return. What a mentor she was.
Distracted by overbearing thought, the silver feline hadn’t noticed the poppy seed being place in front of her until she pelt awfully awkward silently staring at Cowtuft chewing up… Something. Actually, she hadn’t even realised she’d been staring at his paws and not her own. Eyes focusing on the little black seed in front of her, she supposed she ought to eat it, but… You know, she didn’t quite feel comfortable doing so.
A hesitant glance was sent Twilightstar’s way, as though asking the leader for confirmation and permission to eat the little seed as was silently instructed, before she finally and very cautiously did. Swallowing was difficult, as though her body refused to eat the strange thing but she forced it down nonetheless – and thank goodness she did, because shortly after her wound stung with the unsanitary spit-poultice Cowtuft was putting all over her broken leg and wounds.
Although she’d hate to admit it, it stung. It stung badly and Hailpaw to hold her breath in order not to move and hide the pain she was experiencing until the little seed would kick in (although even a poppy seed wouldn’t save her from the upcoming pain of setting a leg straight, although they hadn’t reached that part yet).
Before she could wince the the leg-setting, Hailpaw was spoken to by Twilightstar herself, distracting the older apprentice while the seed and the medic worked its magic. It was evident; relief filled her gaze and momentarily relaxed her body when the WindClan leader declared she’d be allowed back to her home – back to WindClan. The tiniest upturning of her maw’s edge was shown, giving an elegant and light nod in response until she paused when the leader continued.
This is when the pain of the leg-setting kicked in, Hailpaw taking in a sharp breath all the while listening to Twilightstar. Her ear gave a flick. After the pain subsided, Hailpaw was silent for a short while. Her gaze drifted around the den as she took in what she’d just been offered. She felt… Nothing. Empty, almost, just at the thought of being given her warrior name just… Like that. Polite as she wanted to be, the graceful feline had to press her lips together and politely shake her head. “Thank you; but I apologise, I cannot accept that. I cannot bear being an apprentice with a warrior’s name simply because of age, it is not… Proper. I ought to earn my name, as anyone has.”
That said, her mouth still half open, she fell silent for a moment as her mind processed the refusal of the one thing she’d been working towards her entire life. The only goal she’s ever had, in hopes of making her mother proud. And yet, an urge edged at her senses, a simple request she daren’t ask but felt she needed to. “But… If I may be so bold… To request my name be changed. I no longer wish to be known as Hailpaw; I never was meant to be Hailpaw. Silverkit is how I was born, it is… What I’d rather be named now. Silverpaw. Hailpaw has never done me any favours.”
Neither has the name she was born with; and yet, it simply hurt too much to carry this name any longer. Whenever she heard it, whenever she thought of it, echoes of Weaselskip’s silly nicknames rung in her mind. She couldn’t bear it, it hurt too much. The abandonment, the betrayal. At least with Silverpaw… It could remind her of what her goal has always been; it could quit these distraction and, hopefully, put her back on the right path. The path she’s always meant to be on: the path of a warrior, regardless of what the clan thought of her.
Hesitantly, Hailpaw tore her gaze away from the ground, now long ignoring what was happening around her as she dared look Twilightstar in the eye. Would be approve of such a request? Hailpaw never would be able to explain why, why she would chose a name of neglect over that of abandonment. Or perhaps she did know; abandonment hurt more than neglect ever did, neglect had only pushed her towards her goals. That is why.
| Lightningpaw |
Flock Together [Tier 2] - Inactive
True to form, the medicine cat apprentice lay in her nest, upside down while she stared unseeingly at the ceiling in the darkness. The nightmares had started getting worse. Milknose had joined them. His derision at her worthlessness, at how she couldn't even heal him taunting her throughout the night. At least the taunting was better than what followed. When they all descended upon her to have their worth in blood. It was in this state that she smelled it. More so than heard, at least at first. The acrid, tangible stench of blood.
Lightningpaw almost ignored the scent at first. Thought she was still stuck in that realm between the waking and the nightmare world. It was the voice that caught the spotted molly's attention. Deadpanned. Calm. Eerily cold despite the urgency in the words spoken. It was almost enough to fully cement that she must still be dreaming.
Still, the apprentice healer had never been one to ignore a call for help. Not since that first mistake. The one that had cost another so dearly. Getting up, the silver and black feather on her tail shifted only slightly before she headed towards the herb storage, not even meeting with the felines higher up in the entrance chamber before seeking out essentials. If the voice was to be believed, then a life was already on the line, and a checkup without herbs would be a waste of time.
Snakebite. Not venomous. Bleeding like crazy. In an instant she got some essentials. A wave of fury woke her up proper when she realized there were no mushrooms in their stores. She'd sent for two patrols for those so far, and yet neither had come back. Perhaps she should go out herself next time. StarClan knew she had done two patrols during her last requests, the one she had intended to lead herself and a second, a young apprentice that had been left by uncaring, lazy warriors. Funny, how both patrols had been just her and an apprentice. It really showcased the attitude of warriors in this clan as far as she was concerned.
Pushing her anger down, using it to fuel her into action, she grabbed the herbs she did have available here. Cobwebs to wrap and staunch the flow, burnet for strength, and then marigold and sunfuzz for good measure. These alongside her trusty, moist moss to clean any debris out of the way of wounds would have to do for now. She would take care of any other essentials as they were needed once she got to their patient. As such, satisfied with her selection, she flew down the tunnels, calling out to Cowtuft in the off chance he hadn't woken up and went to the entrance chamber, only to be met by a deadpanned Cloudpaw and a profusely injured Ravenpaw. In an instant she was by the dark molly's side, looking at the wounds that were caked in blood, one refusing to dry due to the continuous flow.
With a grimace, Lightningpaw grabbed her moss and dabbed at the worst of the wounds, attempting to stop the bleeding as she turned sharp blue eyes on the fluffy white tom for a moment. With her free paw, she grabbed at the burnet, offering it to Cloudpaw with a pointed look. "Make sure Ravenpaw chews on this, love. Need to keep her strength up after all this blood loss. She's far from out of the woods. After that, I need to ask... Why is there no warrior here with you two? Were you two sneaking out at night, or did a warrior abandon you after Ravenpaw got injured? I won't get you lot in trouble, that helps none here, but I need to know."
Before the apprentice could respond, the rather small Oriental mix popped the marigold and sunfuzz into her mouth, making sure she had a start on that ointment as quickly as possible. She wasn't about to have an apprentice die on her due to a warrior's gross negligence. And if it had been two overly enthused apprentices going out in the middle of the night despite rules to the contrary? Well... maybe it was time somebody spoke to Twilightstar about relaxing those rules just a little bit. Best to allow apprentices some level of freedom out in the territory - maybe past a certain age, or after they had gotten their territory tour - than to have desperate apprentices growing bored cooped up in camp all day and sneaking out at night. Moments like these were less likely to happen if warriors at least knew they were out, for star's sake.
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@x ghostie [Cowtuft] | @poppy. [Cloudpaw] | @spooky.lemons~ [Ravenpaw]
| I am currently acting as if Ravenpaw is unconscious. If she is not, then please assume that all of these actions are attempts rather than definitive, as it was a me misunderstanding the situation, not an attempt at a power play! |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
| Lightningpaw |
Flock Together [Tier 2] - Inactive
The young apprentice would have pouted had she expected her request to be allowed, but she'd known from the start it was a long shot. Not only that... but what that some sass she had just gotten back from her mentor? Blimey, they grew up so fast on you, didn't they? Blink of an eye and they went from quiet giants to enormous, sassy furballs that sent your words back to you. Before she could help herself, Lightningpaw smirked.
"Fine, but only because you asked so nicely, right?"
Joking time was quickly over, and the lithe calico's expression shifted. As much as she preferred to keep a light, friendly, less than serious attitude around patients in the hopes of keeping spirits up, there was little she could do when she was concentrating. Even she couldn't keep a mask of nonchalance all the time. She studied her mentor's actions, watching as he set bone against stick and wrapped. A meticulous process, certainly much more so than a simple poultice to one's wounds.
It was clear that experience was key here. A factor Cowtuft would always count on more of no matter how many moons she got of practice. Somehow... Lightningpaw found herself alright with this. She never wanted to be replaceable. Never wanted to be that cat that could be just any other cat, without worth or capable of contribution. Yet the idea of never seeing enough accidents, enough death, enough illnesses to surpass her mentor? She could live with that...
Large ears perked when she heard the black and white tom's voice call her name. In an instant she stepped forward, assessing the wounds. It was clear the gash on her flank was the worse of the lot, the reek of infection already assaulting her senses the closer she got. Gratefully, Cowtuft seemed to have thought the same as her, seeing as how that was the first of her wounds he had tended. The rest were quite tame in comparison, and the remaining poultice should suffice. Unfortunately, the most prominent of the scratches were on the molly's face, and considering her rather tense posturing and curt - albeit polite - words, the youngest of the felines in the chamber figured this Hailpaw - or would it be Silverpaw now - would not particularly appreciate being pawed in the face without warning.
"You've some scratches and nicks on your face there, love. I'll need to get a bit close and personal to treat them. This alright with you?" she asked.
This molly looked like she had been through quite a big ordeal already. It wouldn't surprise her in the slightest if she were to be attacked upon getting too close on sheer instinct. Lightningpaw wasn't certain she would be able to blame the molly, either. No. Best to err on the side of caution this time. As much for the patient's sake as for hers.
It had been a few days since Scorchedfang observed Cowtuft collecting deathberries, and since then he had been ruminating.
Though he did not often dabble in it, Scorchedfang had some old herbal knowledge from the Before Times. Deathberries were his expertise, something he rarely was able to play with.
And this... seemed like an optimal time to utilize it. Besides, WindClan was a drag. This would spice things up considerably. He did not have many ties here, the sacrifices were just numbers without faces.
He was aware of the consequences; for the moment though, the coast was clear. Lightningpaw and Cowtuft were nowhere in sight.
Creeping into the den, he used his senses to find their herb stash. The deathberries were sorted a ways from the main supply.
Scorchedfang took one deathberry from the supply and brought it over to the main herbs. He crushed it in his paw and allowed the juices to spill over a couple of the plants, tainting them. With that done, he was careful to discard the crushed berry before he departed.
What happened next ... They would see soon enough.
✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars
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⌦ .｡.:* ✮ @Alchemist Kitsune @Ladieboo
Cowtuft thinks he's used to seeing wounds but anything broken always gave his stomach a slight churn, discomfort. The risk of infection was high and if a warrior was particularly stubborn it could heal wrong. Without proper padding it would likely be .. less efficient but hopefully got the job done. Speaking of the job, Cowtuft would keep Dawnfog's leg firmly in place and straight while Lightningpaw worked. Once it was all done he pulled back and looked up at the warrior.
"I think that is about it... !! You can either rest here.. if you wish or we can help you back to your nest.. I want you to come back here after a week.. and then I will see you biweekly .. to see how it improves, alrighty..?" He explains through slow-paced gestures, nodding his head along. There were still the other rather minor scratches but considering their limits in herbs they could likely heal on their own. He felt guilty for withholding the herbs but they truly needed to sparse it out. Dawnfog appeared to be handling it fine.
"Of course.. if it ever begins to bother you in the slightest.. please come here at once.." Cowtuft quips softly, adding on after pondering.
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⌦ .｡.:* ✮ @Alchemist Kitsune @the.lemon.witch @poppy. || [ the comfrey should end up helping with the pain, bleeding, and the time it takes to heal ]
This was not a night of wandering for Cowtuft. A rare occurrence but he hadn't quite slipped into a deep enough sleep. He wandered the edge of slumber, dreams just out of reach but he breathed quietly. Awareness around him was slow that he only begun to realize the scent of blood was in the air a bit too late. Cowtuft's nose twitched as he stirred, eyes beginning to slowly blink open with confusion. Was it morning already? He looks around to see Lightningpaw was nowhere to be seen but he could quietly hear the sound of voices.
He yawns quietly, blinking away the sleep that hazed his mind and slowed down his movements. He usually woke up disoriented. Not expecting to see the walls of his own den. The air is cold and he shudders but there is something that causes his fur to prickle. The metallic tang. Its then when Cowtuft starts to actually process what is being said. A bit hard to but his heart lurched. Someone was in his den.
This causes the medicine cat to scramble to his paws and see what was going on to find Lightningpaw was already beginning to take care of it. Golly. Where would he be without the help of her? He shuffles over to examine the injured apprentice, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of her. He's never seen bites like those. She is right, there's no warrior with them. Cowtuft's eyebrows furrow in confusion. He might as well make himself over so he pulls over a nest for them and attempts to gently place the feline into it while Lightningpaw chews a poultice for them.
He already knew they had no mushrooms and he shuffles about uncomfortably. He thinks back to comfrey before nodding his head. "Wait a moment, " He gestures silently to his apprentice before disappearing into their storage. They had a bit of comfrey and he seemed no harm in attempting to use it. By luck, it might just help. It could still likely do something with the bleeding.
He returns back with the small herb and takes a bit of the moss Lightningpaw had collected to dab away the blood. He chews it into a poultice before lathering it on ,,, Ravenpaw's (he believed Lightningpaw said that was her name) wounds. With a small nod Cowtuft steps back and lets Lightningpaw resume control.
Cowtuft blinks slowly at the moment of relaxation that appeared in Hailpaw's body once she realized she would be returning to WindClan. He hadn't realized she doubted it. Though, he could be jumping to conclusions. It wouldn't be the first time. His heart jitters and jump for the molly. Despite everything she still wanted to earn her name in the proper way. Cowtuft cannot blame her. If he was in her position he would. (technically he was in a similar situation but it was more so he was already considered a full medicine cat. paw or no paw.)
The medicine cat steps away from the three. He was sure the other had been through a lot and while Cowtuft did wish to supervise (if anything but to observe how Lightningpaw put her training to use) he did not wish to linger uncomfortably. He smiles at Silverpaw's name request and rises to his paws. Right. That seems his cue.
"Well..! I think Silverpaw is a lovely name.. reminds me of the moon..!" Cowtuft gestures with a smile, doing his best to lighten the mood while .. well — he wasn't sure if he should call her Hailpaw or Silverpaw but he decided on the latter — Silverpaw averted Twilightstar's gaze. He didn't know why but felt like encouragement was the best.
He turns to Lightningpaw and leans over to try and press his nose gently against her shoulder. A reassurance. "Think I will.. head into the storage, do a herb check to see what we have .. you can wrap this up..!" Cowtuft signed and off he went, disappearing into the storage. Before he does though he turns back to Silverpaw. "Make sure to get some rest after ... come and pay me a visit if your leg.. starts to bother you ..! In uhm, general.. check-in .. just so I can see how your wounds are healing..!" He recommends.
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❝ hold on tight to this time,
this place 'cause everything you know will be erased.
you were born inside your head.
and that is where you'll be when you are dead. ❞ -- currently on a hiatus until further notice --
꒰ pronouns.cc꒱
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It had been some days since the senior warrior had brought Firestorm to meet up with the medicine cat, having been met by Lightningpaw herself instead of the black and white giant they had sought. It turned out to have been a good thing, for the complaint she had brewing against the medicine cat apprentice and her obvious lack of care had been unfounded. A mere misunderstanding between the two young mollies, it seemed. The patched warrior hadn't a clue what had transpired between the two, but at least it was over and done with, no more misunderstandings in the air... even if there was some level of animosity from the pale tabby left. To top it off, somehow the former queen had ended up on the apprentice's patient list! It was true... she had not been eating. Nausea and a lack of an appetite made sure she couldn't be bothered to eat. The lack of energy and strength wasn't helping... so of course, the darling decided to take matters into her own paws.
Dapplebreeze hated the idea of having the poor dear waste her precious herbs on her. As much as she had insisted for the younger warrior to visit the healer's den, she wasn't too fond of coming here herself. Not if she could help it. And for something as silly as a lack of appetite? It seemed like nonsense. Yet the young molly had... done something. For the first time in days... no, in moons, she had felt it. A clawing hunger deep in her stomach. The ability to eat without feeling an unrelenting nausea. And strength slowly returning to her.
The tan and cream warrior now stood at the entrance chamber, looking for dear Lightningpaw for her follow up. The young apprentice - well... not so young anymore, she supposed - had told her under no uncertain terms that she was to come back in a few days to get a follow up. Especially if her hunger dissipated again. And loathe as she was to admit it, it had left. She hadn't eaten in two days, after a full two days of almost feeling back to her old self. Despite hating to waste the herbs, she disliked the idea of disobeying direct orders even more, and thus here she was. Awaiting the calico to give her report.
"Lightningpaw... darling? Are you here?" Dapplebreeze called out, sitting down out of the center path of the burrow as she waited.
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Sniffling softly, wiping her running nose, Lilypool padded into the medicine cat's den, green eyes sweeping over the incredibly cool interior before clearing her throat to announce her appearance. "Excuse me, Cowtuft? Sorry to bother you, I just have a bit of a runny nose, and I've been coughing quite a bit." The question was in the statement, Cowtuft was competent enough to know that Lily was requesting service. Right?
✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars
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Cowtuft let out a quiet yawn as he shuffled back to surveyed his work. He had spent today primarily reorganizing the main section of the den and replenishing the nests. His floppy ears perked up at the sound of someone approaching and he turned around to face a WindClan warrior. A smile fell across his face as Cowtuft listened to them list their symptoms. "Oh goodness..! We cannot have that now.., can we? I have just the thing.. wait here dear..!" He gestured, rising to his paws and entering into the storage.
His nose twitched at the herbal scents. Something prickled in his paws but he brushed it off as he gathered a catmint and headed back into the main section. Cowtuft blinked slowly, finally realizing who the warrior was. Lilypool. His shoulders relaxed as he put the herb down at her paws. "Eat up..! It's very tasty..! Promise,,"
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❝ hold on tight to this time,
this place 'cause everything you know will be erased.
you were born inside your head.
and that is where you'll be when you are dead. ❞ -- currently on a hiatus until further notice --
꒰ pronouns.cc꒱
| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive
She had been busy these past few days. Between hunting, the dark omen that loomed over WindClan, and just... everything that seemed to keep happening, the young calico hadn't had much time to breath since receiving her name. Making up for that now, she rummaged through the herb stores, finding that some of their supplies seemed to have tarnished sooner than usual. It was odd... they had a smell to them that she couldn't quite place, and if she didn't know any better, she would have assumed they had gotten humid in the past few days. Considering the dryness of the herb storage and their underground location, it didn't seem like a possibility. The fact that these herbs were also strewn all about was just rude. She liked her herbs in their place, thank you very much. No doubt some warrior had made a mess of things after coming back from a patrol.
Feeling the beginnings of a migraine forming at the back of her head, Lightningstorm settled for rummaging through the spoilage for the few bits and baubles that still seemed to be in perfect order. Sticks, honeycombs that never seemed to spoil, some seeds, and a root that she still hadn't asked Cowtuft about. And the black and white tom had said he had nothing else to teach her. Silly goose.
Her mood somewhat restored at the discovery of still viable materials, the tortie and white grabbed an old, dried out, and frankly past its time bit of moss from a nest that needed some changing and began placing the rotting herbs there, her nose wrinkled at the mildly sweet aroma mixed with decay until her ears perked up, a voice calling out her name. Recognizing the timbre, she grinned, glad for the excuse to not have to deal with this bit of putrefaction just yet. Getting up, she stopped by the small stream that ran through the underground den to wash her paws clean off the mess she'd made of them before heading towards her patient. A small frown crossed her features as she realized that her juniper berries and the burnet she had gathered were in the pile of rot she had been removing. Delicately grabbing a sorrel leaf that seemed to have been spared from whatever chaos had ravaged the other plants, the spotted molly padded up to meet up with the older molly she had been expecting.
"Hey there beautiful! Looking much better than last I saw you already. How have you been? Feeling stronger? Eating better?" Lightningstorm asked, setting the sorrel down before her patient as she took to giving her an assessing look, circling around her as she made sure there was nothing physically wrong with the molly at a glance like there had been a bit earlier this same moon.
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
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