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Originally Posted by toothlost!
Scorchflake at some point had zoned out when Ebonypaw went to get the cobwebs and marigold. She was simply staring forward now, waiting for the treatment to be over so she could flee and possibly find Grousestar. It bothered her that he disappeared. He was the only one she really trusted right now, though Ebonypaw wasn't too bad either, and Scorchflake felt she could trust the young medicine cat. Her thoughts had taken her so far from reality she hadn't felt the sting of herbs being applied to her wound, so she was still as the tuxedo cat worked. When she felt the eyes of the other cat on her for an extended time she finally snapped out of her varied thoughts and turned her gaze to see what was being gazed upon. It was one of the many other wounds she had scattered across her body.
"Oh, that was treated by Kestrelberry once. He said after the initial treatment to let it heal on its own..." She drew off, considering he also said she had to rest and make sure the wounds were kept clean. She hadn't done that, so the wounds might have needed more treatment. She couldn't tell, as she didn't have the wisdom of a medicine cat. "But I didn't follow his orders, so it might not have healed like expected yet..."
She was ashamed, really, but she knew she would do it again and again. It was more than she deserved. She should be dead, Blazingnight should have killed her. Somehow this didn't happen, and her- no, they weren't best friends. They hadn't been friends since apprenticeship. What did that make Blazingnight to her? It was more than a leader. The two always shared a bond no other cat had. It was as if Blazingnight owned her.
Scorchflake didn't like the thought of being owned.
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Ebonypaw stared at the cut for a long moment, snapping away from it as the older she-cat spoke again, drawing her eyes away from the cut and back up to Scorchflake's eyes.
She was unsure of whether or not it had healed as expected, looking back at it, but retreating it could at least prevent the possibility of future infection if it turned out not to have healed.
She had no idea how long ago the wound had been acquired or how long ago it had been treated, and even then she couldn't yet tell the level of healing that had occurred.
"I'm going to retreat it." She said, before looking back up from the scratch.
"Is that the only scratch?" She asked. It seemed somewhat unlikely what with the fact that she had had such a bad wound on her shoulder, though it was still possible, and since this she-cat still seemed somewhat guarded it appeared unlikely that she would tell her on her own of any additional injuries.
Regardless of how many wounds were still on her body, she would probably just end up using more Marigold anyways.
Or burdock, though that wouldn't stop infection, just help with stinging, which she wasn't even sure that the cuts were causing.