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Post by Nightmare on Jun 18, 2014 16:30:56 GMT
Loud pawsteps thundered from inside the medicine cat's den, making it obvious that the medicine cat was moving around. Vibrations rocked the ground as padded around in circles in his den, muttering to himself slightly. Nothing to crazy, just muttering. It seemed life as IslandClan's medicine cat was never over, and he never stopped. He was always standing up, moving around, collecting, healing, receiving dreams from StarClan (that still felt a bit weird to him, despite being in a Clan for around half of his life) so he never had any time to rest! Even when he was asleep he had starry cats proding and pocking him, waking him from his sleep-sleep. Waking up while still being asleep was a very confusing concept, and even Finchflight hadn't quite given it a proper name yet. He wondered why cat's couldn't just not hurt themselves. He'd just had Mistcloud hop in (now, that was a funny sight) with a thorn in her paw and a little blood. She could've gotten it out herself, but did she? Of course not. Finchflight had to do it. At least she hadn't squealed. Sitting down heavily and shaking his long, soft dappled coat, he leant forward with white paws and began sorting the few herbs that weren't already in their appropriate piles.
"Borage... dandeline... daisy... dock..." the tom heard something behind him. "What? Whatcha want? Is it something major, 'cause I'm kinda bussy here..."
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Post by Dylan on Jul 29, 2014 15:52:04 GMT
Lightningstrike padded into Finchflight's den. "No, it's not serious. I just got a big thorn in my pad. It really is painful, but if you are busy, I will wait." He left the den, and yowled. He rushed back into the medicine den. "Okay. I think it is serious. It stings like the Dark Forest. I think it might be infected." He shivered. "I might have a cold as well."
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Post by Nightmare on Jul 29, 2014 16:11:43 GMT
The over-sized tom turned to see his deputy, recognizing the voice of the high-ranking cat. At least it isn't some dramatic warrior with a thorn in their pad, he though glumly, catching Lightningstrike leaving the den. Well, obviously it's not important enough to stop me sorting. Finchflight turn back and pushed multiple different herbs and leaves apart with white paws, repeating their names in his mind. Blackberry leaves, chervil, feverfew, horset- A pained yowl made the dappled brown tom jump at the very least three feet in the air, landing with a thump as the black and white shape of Lightningstrike rushed back in.
"If this is some overly dramatic cat with a stupidly low pain thresehold I will serious-" his growl stopped mid threat as the deputy spoke, telling the medicine cat of a possible infection, a possible cold and a whole lot of pain. "Well, Lightningstrike, I doubt you're over-reacting, so let me see that paw of yours." Without waiting for an answer, Finchflight grabbed the tom's paw and yanked it towards him, studying it carefully. "Hmm, yes, yes indeed. This does look a little infected. Well, I have the perfect herb to help the infection. And, of course, rest will help your cold." He dropped the deputy's paw and met his eyes. "Now, would you like to pull the thorn out, or shall I?"
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Post by Dylan on Jul 30, 2014 21:50:30 GMT
Lightningstrike calmed down, realizing he was overreacting. "I can, Finchflight." He yanked the thorn out roughly, and blood began to ooze of of his pad. He cringed, and shivered. "There. So, what was that herb you knew about?" He shivered again. His cold seemed to be intensifying.
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Post by Nightmare on Jul 30, 2014 22:26:19 GMT
Finchflight quickly - well, as quickly as a very over-sized cat can - returned back to the herbs he had been sorting and pulled out a long, fresh stem of horsetail and took it over to Lightningstrike. Chewing the herb, the medicine cat pointed towards a moss nest in the corner of the den with his tail.
"Lie down in that nest, to rest your paw," he ordered, grabbing some feverfew and settling beside the nest. "There are some cobwebs beside the nest, but I doubt we'll need them. Now, lie down, gimme that paw of yours, and I'l put this poultice on your pad. Oh, and eat this feverfew. That should help with your cold."
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