[Moon Lily]

[ @Bramblefire01 @gs29513 ]

Irisflame sneezed as she squinted at the herbs in the dim lighting, her eyes still adjusting to the shadows projected around the cave. A sigh escaped her maw. At this rate, she'd be blind in under a moon. Fox-dung. No poppy seeds? You have got to be kidding me. It seemed that Mister-insert-nickname-here would be in severe pain for a little while longer. As the apprentice's crumbling voice rose from the nest cavity, she spun around in interest. She really should tone down the sparkle in her eyes- it was just insensitive. Mollifying her interest to a plain display of observancy, she set to work.

"Past your neck...alright, kiddo, could you do a favour for me? I need you to just move your front legs. Simple." She instructed, waving a front paw to demonstrate. A lump became lodged in her throat. If he couldn't move this front...things would become a whole lot worse. As she waited for a sign of movement, she whipped her head around to face the harried, despaired mentor. Poor dear. Sympathy flared in her eyes for a heartbeat, soon flickering out. "It would be great if you could get some poppy seeds. And...uh, you don't have to worry. He'll be alright." The medicine cat tried to plaster a convincing smile into her features, which ended up looking more like a grin you would find in a slightly craze physcopath. Grins had never been her forte.

[ @ChillCat ]

Irisflame let out an airy sigh, her blue-grey form slumping against the cold stone wall. Despite only having seen a few patients today...she felt breathless. She had every right to be. If you really thought about it, too much had happened in the past week. She could lay out a cheery list for you in a matter of seconds of you wanted one. Ocean gaze revealing itself, she inhaled hungrily. Just one more duty to attend.
She hobbled carefully to stand beside the nest where the dog-attack victim lay, the cat who had brought in the rogue. The cat who had miraculously survived. A smile twitched at the sides of her jaw. She was a curious one.

"Hey, Princess. Just need to change that gauze of yours." She murmured, her mew soft. The calico hadn't seemed like the loudest cat in the room, a trait she was quite happy with. At least she wasn't one of those...kooky, bizarre types. But she might be. The medicine cat didn't know this cat very well at all, so she could hardly assume things about her. All she knew was that she liked the warrior's attitude and quiet volume. And that was enough for her.