A ghost limb? Mistyshard angled her head to the left, looking at the paw with squinted eyes. This was new. An unmovable part of the body that was pretty much numb and didn't hurt at all. At least that meant it wasn't infected or anything, as far as she knew. Probably just beyond repair because it had not been treated for so long. She slowly but surely released her grasp, carefully eyeing Martenburr's face in case he showed any sign of agony. She debated getting Marigoldleap to give it a once-over but as far as she knew, it should be fine. Didn't look infected, swollen, or anything... Martenburr appeared to know what he was talking about, he even knew the name of the condition that had happened to his paw.

As long as the warrior found a way to live with it and trained hard to be able to fight despite the ghost limb, she didn't see any further problems. However, a strict look popped onto her maw and glinted in her one amber eye as she spoke the next few words. This was important and if Martenburr disobeyed this request she wouldn't be very happy. "You should be good to go for now. If anything - do you understand, anything - starts hurting, wether it's your paw or not, you come to me immediately. In case something has spread I'll need to know as soon as possible so don't be swallowed by pride and choose not to come visit. Well then, you're dismissed..."

Her voice trailed off and she gave the warrior a curt nod. Hopefully he wouldn't ignore her plea, otherwise there could be big consquences. Mistyshard did not know all too much about these things but she was aware of the fact that an infection could spread. If that was the case... she would want to treat it alongside Marigoldleap as early as possible.

[ @Zei - Martenburr ]

// #mistyhealing \\

Awaking in the medicine den felt perfectly natural to Roseshard. It was like he had done it every day for his entire life. The dappled light, the musty scent of moss and herbs, the sting of wounds.
It was only when he noticed that his wounds were wrong -different, that he realised not where, but when he was.
These weren't the deep gashes that clear-stone and claws had left over his face and flank, all those seasons ago. These were new and raw, instead of healed over. There was a throbbing in his head, behind his ear that been there, then. And though he could feel all those scrapes and bruises, none of them raised a mouse-tail in comparison.

Already though, it felt better than when he had woken by the tree; his thoughts clearer.

He noticed a presence nearby. Looking over, he saw Blackfrost, looking totally bedraggled and exhausted. Horror rose like bile in his throat as he realised she must have carried him all the way. He felt an urge to apologise to her. It had been a stupid mistake to go after that squirrel. It had cost him a headache, and her an even bigger one.
And he hadn't even caught it, for StarClan's sake.
"I'm so sorry," he mewed, voice huskier than usual. He knew how tricky it was to carry dead-weight, but she had managed it across the territory! "I was stupid."