briarsplashs patrol raced past where rookfire had crouched next to the tree stump, climbing the tree swiftly like he would absolutely never be able to and the hoard of rats following along was to be frank, terrifying. hundreds of little critters racing after the group of cats, squeaking angrily and carrying the foul odour or blood, crowfood and disease over to him despite the amount of distance between him and where the actual fighting would take place. shrill shrieks echoed through the silence hovering thick in the air, none of the cats moving a muscle as snakes turned from passive to attacking the rats. to defend their territory? take up the opportunity of a snack? rookfire didnt know, couldnt guess, too unfamiliar with either species, and didnt really care at this moment in time.

before long, the sharp scent of rat blood almost overpowering their foul scent, dawnstar called for attack, darting out from where she had been hiding and opening this frankly ridiculous situation of a battle..fight?..something like that.. claws extracting and retracting, piercing soft soil and moist, woody smelling bark, itching to participate, rookfire remained hidden from the attention of the vermin.. for now at least.
from where he rested, it was hard to see how well it was going, only vaguely aware of dawnstar moving almost like a blur, tearing rats and snakes away from her limbs and slowly taking on a more blood tinted red around her brown maw. if dawnstar was collecting bites (as he assumed, by the looks of it) he couldnt quite imagine how lesser warriors or the apprentices would handle the threat and suddenly got to his paws.

cool grey eyes scanned his surroundings for a leaf, large and flat, something to prepare the burdock root. stars if it was going as badly as it could, he would be nauseous from chewing the bitter roots by the end of this.. large leaf located, dock probably, without leaving his other herbs unattended for longer than necessary, the medic tore off a single one before returning to his tree stump. placed flat down, its slightly curled edges would assure as little of the liquid would go to waste, soaked up by the moss beneath he could use if need be. oddly enough, that made him pause for a moment, confused how he had completely disregarded moss in his preparation. to be fair, it wasnt super necessary and they could do without, especially given they didnt have a direct and immediate source of water here and most wounds wouldnt be large enough to require the moss to ease the bleeding but it was still sort of an oversight in his books.


[ for my sake: 5x whole burdock root, 5 cobwebs + 3 horsetail ]
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rookfire watched more and more cats join into the fighting as the initial bate group remained holed up on the tree and he shuffled around nervously where he was positioned, willing to fight but unable to unless necessary. he wouldnt make a fool of himself again. dawnstar could use this as the sign that he could do what he was told so he would stay put unless one of his clanmates was in actual dire trouble and needed saving quickly. burdock root pushed against the wall of the hollow of the trunk, rookfire bit off a chunk to chew in preperation, sickly bitter taste coating his tongue and the faint feeling of it running down the back of his throat causing his whisker brows to draw together into a frown. marigoldpaw joined the battle and rookfire couldnt say he was surprised to know she was still stuck in the apprentice position, had half expected her to go missing as soon as dawnstar wasnt on her ass anymore. whatever, the adult aged apprentice joined the battle, well enough, her presence was actually a surprise funnily enough but he could suppose this should make him see her in a slightly better light. she was...trying?? probably. to be there for shadowclan after abandoning them for riverclan and then coming crawling back. honestly, he still didnt like her, call him childish but way back in riverclan, during the weird time in medicine cat limbo, after tansypaw left and far before mistyshard was chosen, the old medicine cat had pretty much taken all the credit for his work and well! he was a jealous little guy and had always been sort of selfish so who knows, perhaps it was justified, maybe not.
spit merged into a homogenous mass with the burdock root juices in his maw and when it got very cold and numb around his teeth he decided it was enough for now, spitting out as much of the paste onto his prepared leaf as was possible, in an effort to avoid swallowing any more of the liquid than necessary. man he'd be so mad if none of the cats wanted to be treated here and he had chewed this up with no possibility to rinse his mouth for no reason..