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ﾟ。 Mossfreckle (ShC)
　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ they/he ~ medicine cat apprentice

❀⊱ { - 1 Marigold // - 1 Cobweb } ⊰❀

A small voice reverberated off of the sensitive hairs within the canals of the herbalist’s oriental shaped ears, his freckled nose twitched as he padded on diligent white tipped paws from the belly of the medicine cat’s den to its mouth, mossy hues constrict as golden rays seep harshly pushing the shadows deeper into the den… herbs, the warm new leaf breeze carrying the heady scents of the towering pine forest and marshes that resided outside of the confines of the Shadowclan camp, blood… blood, the kit brought with her the tangy, metallic, bittersweet scent of blood. The kit - well, now the fierce Stormkit - through her yappin had helpfully disclosed her ailments, along with some scattered, partially nonsensical details about her past life and Dawnstar and strangers… he was a stranger but that was neither here nor there as the clan as a whole would be strangers for a while. Two scratches beneath her eyes and a torn ear, the creamy molly seemed alright as she peered around the den, widened orbs seemed to be as bright as her sunny hues, ”Well, Stormy, I am Mossfreckle,” the freckled oriental feline purred with a hint of a breathy chuckle in his calm tones, ”Yes, yes, we will be putting plants on you but these plants are magic and will make you feel better and keep your wounds from getting worse - luckily all the herbs you need are pleasant,” with that the retreated momentarily back into the darker depths of the den and into the belly where Lostspark and him kept their herb stockade, she truly needed no more than marigold and cobwebs and for that he was thankful for the lithe grey former enforcer who had gone out on many a gathering escapade to resupply the beforehand mentioned supplies which Shadowclan seemed to go through a mile a minute.

Returning to where the little one stood, Mossfreckle gingerly swept a white tipped paw over the chilled stone of the cavernous den and delicately placed the cobwebs upon the clean stones, his maw chewing the marigold bud to a smooth pulp as his paws busied themselves with the section of a smaller and larger bandage from the silken threads he had brought forth: one for the minor scraps and a larger wad for the tattered ear… luckily it seemed she could hear just fine, there wasn’t much he could do for wounds to the inner workings of the ear canals… a lone claw of insecurity raked tauntingly across his tattered heart opening the thin crimsons rivers once more, a shake of his angular head rid his starry mind of the anxiety… later… the fear resided in his core for later, resided past the cliff in his mind, resided in the starless abyss of the darkest confines of the herbalist’s mind. ”First things first we are going to make sure that your scratches don’t get in infected,” the tom spoke as he spat the marigold paste onto the ground, ”this is marigold and it is a magic plant from Starclan that helps to do just that, I am going to apply this beneath your eye and on your ear so I need you to stay reallll still for me, little one,” with that out of the way the medicine cat apprentice dipped a white tipped paw into the paste and began to gingerly apply the paste on the scrapes beneath the kits eye in small dabs before working on the more severe of the two wounds on the kits ear. Pawing the cobwebs into thin strips the medicine cat spoke once more in his calm bedside mannered tones, ”These are cobwebs and they work as bandages to keep the paste on and the grim and infections out. They may feel funny and be a bit of a nuisance because of your wounds placements but I need you to be real good and keep your paws off them for me, okay little one, can you do that for me?” Mossfreckle meowed as he pressed a small strip of the gauzy webs beneath her eye and took the rest of the cobweb and wrapped the tatters ear tightly enough for it to stay but not tightly enough onto cut the circulation off, he was sure the one on her ear would be particularly tenuous but it was best to keep the wound clean. ”Alrightyyyy Stormy, you are good to go if all feels well,” the herbalist purred as he patted the kits head gently with a white tipped paw carful to avoid her wounded ear.

{ @Aquaria ~ Stromkit }