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Originally Posted by NightWarrior4Life
Gorsepaw nodded, her question answered. The two cats- medicine cat and his patient- stayed silent for a little bit, and eventually sent the apprentice to sleep.
This time the tabby dreamed about war- from the past and future. The last major one involving all the clans was at the gathering about one or more moons ago. Halite, the then Dusk Syndicate commander, had barged into seastones and ordered their cats to attack. There was also conflict between WindClan and ThunderClan of course. That'll be the next thing. GorsePaw hadn't heard much about the battles for a long time. The only word that had spread around camp was that ShadowClan had picked a side. Which? Gorsepaw couldn't remember. She had also heard word-not a lot-of a patrol skirmish between WindClan and ThunderClan at the border. It's all going down hill...what if the clans are destroyed forever? We can't live like this...fighting over everything...we should live in harmony...but I know that's not always the case...
The brown tabby she-cat drifted further into sleep but there were no dreams, just black, black and silence. So much silence. Time passed quickly and hours-or minuites, maybe moons, she couldn't tell- went by in heartbeats. Heartbeats...my heart beats...my heart still beats! I'm alive! I'm alive!
Gorsepaw woke as a breeze ruffled her fur. Suddenly, all her energy came back and she shot up excitedly. "I'm alive!" The Molly yowled triumphantly. Then she looked back at her tail. It was like the little fluffy tails that Rabbits had. Gorsepaw leaped from her best and started hopping around the medicine den, hyper and ecstatic. "ShineFang!" She called "what do you think? I feel so much better! Do you reckon I could leave soon? Or maybe today?"
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Shinefang watched in silence as Gorsepaw finished her herbs and drifted back to sleep again. She looked much like her remembered Acornpaw looking when he'd taken the poppy seeds. Peaceful. Quite. So sure that the medicine cat had to be right when he said he was going to be ok. With his patient sound asleep, he went back to his work. He organized his herbs, checked in on the queens, and collected thistle from a patch just outside of camp. He never stayed away for long, and checked on the apprentice often to make sure she was was still breathing. When night came, he slept, and when morning came, he woke and Gorsepaw was still sound asleep. He went to his herb wall and picked up some of the red poppy flowers he'd set out to dry, and gently tapped them against a beech leaf to make a packet. He was just in the process of carefully folding a full one when a voice suddenly rang out. "Foxdung!" the old tom exclaimed in surprise, accidentally knocking the leaf and scattering the tiny seeds. "Wha- oh Gorsepaw." He listened as the little shecat jabbered on asking if she could leave the medicine den that day. Recovering himself, he gave a small amused snort and padded over to check her tail. "How about we see how you're healing is going first," he remarked. Peeling away the sticky cobwebs, he could see that the bleeding had stopped for now, but the end up the tail stump was still red and a bit swollen. "Not just yet," he replied shortly. "You're healing well, but you're not quite past the risk of infections. I know it's hard to wait, but keep in mind, you just had a really risky procedure. You lost a lot of blood and your body is going to need all the help it can get to heal." Grabbing a fresh swatch of cowbebs and some comfrey and chervil, he added, "Still, I would say you feeling better is a good sign. Are you hungry?"