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Originally Posted by Duskflight
The Skyclan leader was actually in the middle of a small snooze when the new medicine cat came padding in, but he slowly roused at the sound of a voice, a rumbling grunt escaping him as he slowly brought his head up from his nest, eyes slowly opening to focus on Shinefang. "Hrm?" Forcing himself to shake away the sleep, he would slowly sit up as the medicine cat placed his bunch of herbs on the floor of his den, Grousestar having to wipe a paw over his face slowly before setting it back down and looking at him more clearly.
"No that's perfectly okay with me, the others need the treatment first. I have 9 lives and they don't." He would flash a small smile even though his statement wasn't totally true. He didn't have 9 lives at the moment, he had 8, he had lost one in the liberation of Shadowclan. Whether the fact was known to the clan or not, he wasn't completely sure, but if they didn't know then it would be better to keep it that way.
"Anywho, erm just a few scratches nothing too serious. The one on my left flank hurts a good amount and this one on my chest, the others sting but not as bad as those two." There were two prominent scratches that scored across the brown tabbies pelt, one on his left flank and one on his chest as he's noted, but there were other smaller sets of nicks and scratches along his back and both shoulders, though none on his face. "Where there any serious injuries that you've had to tend to?" Questioned the leader with a small grimace, as if the thought that any of his clan had been so badly injured hurt him as well. |
(I'm gonna have Shinefang pull a Yellowfang here).
"Eight lives," Shinefang corrected the leader. "A medicine cat always knows," the old tom added with a mischievous smirk. "Not to worry, I won't say a word. Leaders often like to keep that number to themselves. It's only natural. But you should really trust your medicine cat more." Shinefang clicked his tongue as he parted Grousestar's fur on his chest and flank, taking a good look at them. "No wonder they hurt. They're bright red." He looked at the other scrapes the leader had mentioned and gave a nod. The rest don't look so bad, but those big ones look like they're wanting to get infected. Shinefang reached for a stalky looking herb. Horsetail. He'd only seen it used a couple of time, but knew it was for infection. Though he couldn't quite remember... had the old medicine cat chewed it up? it looked a little too thick for that. Sighing, he put the herb down and picked up a marigold leaf instead and chewed it up. He knew
that was right at least. He spat the pulp in his paw and rubbed it one the leader's wounds. "Nope. Skyclan got pretty lucky all things considered. Some scratches and bites of course, but nothing major. Shame about Wheatfur though. He barely get to teach me anything about herbs before the gathering, and he's gone now" Having finished applying the marigold, the medicine cat reached for the dock next, biting one of the thick leaves in half to dab the juices on the leader's wounds. "This ought to sooth the little ones," he said as he worked, "But you'll need to have the marigold reapplied at least twice a day until the redness goes down." Having finished his work, Shinefang stepped back to look at the leader. "During the gathering, some older Dusk Syndicate cat got me good and then ran off saying he was going to attack you. Did you end up seeing him?" He asked, curious if the old tom had made good on his threat. Well, actually his threat had been to kill Grousestar, so obviously not.