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Clover March 23rd, 2017 08:30 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Lilly (Post 208703)
Muscles shaking as she entered the den behind Geckoleaf, the dark furred Bengal let out a sigh, the sound whispering through the den and absorbed by the dimly lit walls that surrounded her. The mossy vines that hung down, sheltering the medicine den from the rest of camp, swung down back into place, shaking slightly from a leaf-bare breeze that rattled the branches outside. Instantly, the unfamiliar scent of herbs hit Cricketpaw's nose, and she paused, taking a moment to breath them in. Soon, she knew that with time she would eventually come to place a name with the scent, and the thought of having this extra knowledge sent a thrill of excitement rushing through her. Although her forepaws were all but limp from exhaustion, the she-cat's mind was active and awake, flipping through the different scents as if they were pieces of different prey. The sweet aroma filled her nostrils and exhilarated her. After a few brief moments, she opened her eyes and glanced over at where Geckoleaf had sank down into her nest. Sleep she though, her paws automatically making their way back to where her old nest has been from when she was a patient. Despite the nagging thoughts that she would soon have to began her training, the tired apprentice sank gratefully down into the nest, it's warm and soothing appeal drawing her in as her muscles released a sigh of joy, relaxation sweeping over her in waves. "Did you want to start now, Geckoleaf?" she murmured, a yawn cutting into her voice half way through, jaws parting to reveal her glinting white teeth.
Soreness became prevalent, and the last thing she wanted to do was move from her comfortable bed. Even through the whole journey here, she had barely felt a thing, having forced herself to keep moving until she got to the safeness of camp. She let out a low sigh, more annoyed with the bit about leaving her bed than teaching Cricketpaw. "Yes. I think, since showing you the actual herbs requires, may I dare say, moving, we should instead go over the herbs and their uses, then tomorrow we'll start on sorting them," she replied, her voice soft and quiet from exhaustion. Still, she forced herself up and hobbled over to where Cricketpaw lay, deciding to be close enough to her apprentice so that she didn't have to yell, but so that they could both still laying down, recovering their energy. She sank down on the soft moss next to Cricketpaw, unabashedly snuggling close to her apprentice. It was still quite chilly, even in the den, and no one would question the medicine cats for keeping in close contact. Her tail flicked out of the way, and she wrapped it around her frosty toes, hoping to give them back some life. She let out a wide-mouthed yawn of her own, her gape revealing a perfect set of teeth, not marred by the hard life of a warrior. It wasn't to say that her work was no less important, but she would never chip a tooth in battle, and knock it against a rock while hunting. Turning her attention towards Cricketpaw, she smiled lightly. "Alright. The basics, so that you know emergency healing. Burdock root for infection chewed to a pulp. Catmint, for Greencough, fed whole. Tansy for coughs- but not too much," she said softly. As she continued, her words adopted a song-like quality; they lilted up and down gently, and created tone and rhythm, beautiful in the way only and unintentional creation can be.

wickedvirtues March 25th, 2017 09:21 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
Sandpool walked into the medicine den with slight difficulty, glancing around.
"Hello?" She mewed, the long scratch on her side now stung with pain and she cringed slightly. Even though it wasn't likely awfully severe, it stung and she wouldn't be able to help her Clan with it still painful. "Mouse-brained loner!" She spat to herself, running her tongue over the wound.

Clover March 25th, 2017 09:22 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by CandyFlossCat (Post 211655)
Sandpool walked into the medicine den with slight difficulty, glancing around.
"Hello?" She mewed, the long scratch on her side now stung with pain and she cringed slightly. Even though it wasn't likely awfully severe, it stung and she wouldn't be able to help her Clan with it still painful. "Mouse-brained loner!" She spat to herself, running her tongue over the wound.
(please don't post in the medicine den without permission!)

spade March 28th, 2017 09:29 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 208819)


Soreness became prevalent, and the last thing she wanted to do was move from her comfortable bed. Even through the whole journey here, she had barely felt a thing, having forced herself to keep moving until she got to the safeness of camp. She let out a low sigh, more annoyed with the bit about leaving her bed than teaching Cricketpaw. "Yes. I think, since showing you the actual herbs requires, may I dare say, moving, we should instead go over the herbs and their uses, then tomorrow we'll start on sorting them," she replied, her voice soft and quiet from exhaustion. Still, she forced herself up and hobbled over to where Cricketpaw lay, deciding to be close enough to her apprentice so that she didn't have to yell, but so that they could both still laying down, recovering their energy. She sank down on the soft moss next to Cricketpaw, unabashedly snuggling close to her apprentice. It was still quite chilly, even in the den, and no one would question the medicine cats for keeping in close contact. Her tail flicked out of the way, and she wrapped it around her frosty toes, hoping to give them back some life. She let out a wide-mouthed yawn of her own, her gape revealing a perfect set of teeth, not marred by the hard life of a warrior. It wasn't to say that her work was no less important, but she would never chip a tooth in battle, and knock it against a rock while hunting. Turning her attention towards Cricketpaw, she smiled lightly. "Alright. The basics, so that you know emergency healing. Burdock root for infection chewed to a pulp. Catmint, for Greencough, fed whole. Tansy for coughs- but not too much," she said softly. As she continued, her words adopted a song-like quality; they lilted up and down gently, and created tone and rhythm, beautiful in the way only and unintentional creation can be.
Turning her head so that her blue gaze was focused on her mentor, Cricketpaw found solace in her tone. Their music-like quality hummed in her own eardrums and reverberated into intelligent, yet soft-spoken words of wisdom. It was quite chilly in the den despite the covering that surrounded them like a bears' den for the winter, and the bengal was quite glad to be snuggled up close to her mentor. It felt familiar in a sense, relating to thefoggy memories of her short-lived time in the RiverClan nursery where she bundled up with her mother and siblings last early leaf-bare. Unlike the recent events which turned most of the prior moments spent with Shellfeather sour, this was kind and gentle on Cricketpaw's soul, and she felt honored once more that Geckoleaf had seen something within her that nudged her to pick Cricketpaw to be RiverClan's next medicine cat. Although her body ached, and the warmth and serenity that encircled her in the mossy nest, she found that her mind was alert and attentive. "How do you know you've given them enough tansy?" she saked curiosity, her voice matching the soft waves of Geckoleaf's. A small flame of curiosity burned within their ocean-like depths as she looked up at the orange she-cat. It was nice to just lie here and learn herbs. A definite change from the survival mode she had been in since leaving her mother. Just sitting in the den, comfortable, secure. Safe.

Clover March 28th, 2017 10:37 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lilly (Post 215286)


Turning her head so that her blue gaze was focused on her mentor, Cricketpaw found solace in her tone. Their music-like quality hummed in her own eardrums and reverberated into intelligent, yet soft-spoken words of wisdom. It was quite chilly in the den despite the covering that surrounded them like a bears' den for the winter, and the Bengal was quite glad to be snuggled up close to her mentor. It felt familiar in a sense, relating to the foggy memories of her short-lived time in the RiverClan nursery where she bundled up with her mother and siblings last early leaf-bare. Unlike the recent events which turned most of the prior moments spent with Shellfeather sour, this was kind and gentle on Cricketpaw's soul, and she felt honored once more that Geckoleaf had seen something within her that nudged her to pick Cricketpaw to be RiverClan's next medicine cat. Although her body ached, and the warmth and serenity that encircled her in the mossy nest, she found that her mind was alert and attentive. "How do you know you've given them enough tansy?" she asked curiosity, her voice matching the soft waves of Geckoleaf's. A small flame of curiosity burned within their ocean-like depths as she looked up at the orange she-cat. It was nice to just lie here and learn herbs. A definite change from the survival mode she had been in since leaving her mother. Just sitting in the den, comfortable, secure. Safe.
Geckoleaf smiled, watching her bengal apprentice with watery blue eyes that were gentle and compassionate; she felt love for this apprentice, much as she imagined a mother would for her kittens. She delicately draped her tail over Cricketpaw's, her movements deliberate and relaxed. She watched the flicker of interest burn in her trainee's eyes, budding and new. She silently beamed, almost irrationally proud of the effort she could see Cricketpaw already putting forth. Despite the comfort and peace that surrounded them, both were surprisingly alert and mindful, observing each other and paying attention to what the other had to say. She gently nuzzled the striped scruff of the younger molly, her nose tickled by the soft hairs, until she withdrew her nose, looking fondly towards Cricketpaw. The question posed was one simply answered, that floated instinctively to the top of her mind, though she needed to phrase it in an easily understandable fashion. "Based on the patient's body size. For an emergency, the standard dose is half a bud. For kits, only a few petals are needed, and then you monitor from them. For larger warriors, add more based on how much bigger they are," the fiery molly replied calmly, her voice still rising and falling softly as she repeated the well-known phrases that so long ago her mentor had told her. Her eyes closed at the memory of Marshsnow's mellow words, teaching her the same principles. She sighed from the nostalgia and opened her eyes again to the dim light of the insulated den, cozy and compact, devoid of any patients currently. The smell of herbs was earthy and hearty and continued to comfort her from the cruel world of ice and snow that lay just beyond the curtain of vines.

spade March 28th, 2017 10:54 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 215383)


Geckoleaf smiled, watching her bengal apprentice with watery blue eyes that were gentle and compassionate; she felt love for this apprentice, much as she imagined a mother would for her kittens. She delicately draped her tail over Cricketpaw's, her movements deliberate and relaxed. She watched the flicker of interest burn in her trainee's eyes, budding and new. She silently beamed, almost irrationally proud of the effort she could see Cricketpaw already putting forth. Despite the comfort and peace that surrounded them, both were surprisingly alert and mindful, observing each other and paying attention to what the other had to say. She gently nuzzled the striped scruff of the younger molly, her nose tickled by the soft hairs, until she withdrew her nose, looking fondly towards Cricketpaw. The question posed was one simply answered, that floated instinctively to the top of her mind, though she needed to phrase it in an easily understandable fashion. "Based on the patient's body size. For an emergency, the standard dose is half a bud. For kits, only a few petals are needed, and then you monitor from them. For larger warriors, add more based on how much bigger they are," the fiery molly replied calmly, her voice still rising and falling softly as she repeated the well-known phrases that so long ago her mentor had told her. Her eyes closed at the memory of Marshsnow's mellow words, teaching her the same principles. She sighed from the nostalgia and opened her eyes again to the dim light of the insulated den, cozy and compact, devoid of any patients currently. The smell of herbs was earthy and hearty and continued to comfort her from the cruel world of ice and snow that lay just beyond the curtain of vines.
"That makes sense," the Bengal murmured and nodded silently to herself, letting her mind wrap around the briefly given facts. Only a few leaves to kits, and older apprentices and young warriors, potentially half a bud. As for the larger warriors of the Clan, perhaps a full bud, or maybe more? She began to recount the words in her head, slowly repeating them in her mind until it became a constant, repetitive jingle. A smile brightened her face and her hunger to know more only grew. "My dad told me that he took some herbs for his journey to the Moonstone. Would tansy be included in those?" she asked innocently, not knowing that she was embarking on a question that contained different herbs altogether. Nonetheless, a light seemed to shine from within the apprentice as she smiled, beginning to appear more and more awake with each answer. She felt as though she could spend moons learning all that Geckoleaf had to teach, and was once again overwhelmed that she had been selected. For a tiny moment, her heart began to race and she had the fleeting thought of what would happen if Geckoleaf were to become ill herself - or leave. A bolt of fear shot through the apprentice and she quickly forced the thought out of her mind. It was simply too much to bear, the dark wave of emotion that threatened to spill over Cricketpaw at the mere though of her new friend being gone so soon.

Clover March 28th, 2017 11:26 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Lilly (Post 215405)
"That makes sense," the Bengal murmured and nodded silently to herself, letting her mind wrap around the briefly given facts. Only a few leaves to kits, and older apprentices and young warriors, potentially half a bud. As for the larger warriors of the Clan, perhaps a full bud, or maybe more? She began to recount the words in her head, slowly repeating them in her mind until it became a constant, repetitive jingle. A smile brightened her face and her hunger to know more only grew. "My dad told me that he took some herbs for his journey to the Moonstone. Would tansy be included in those?" she asked innocently, not knowing that she was embarking on a question that contained different herbs altogether. Nonetheless, a light seemed to shine from within the apprentice as she smiled, beginning to appear more and more awake with each answer. She felt as though she could spend moons learning all that Geckoleaf had to teach, and was once again overwhelmed that she had been selected. For a tiny moment, her heart began to race and she had the fleeting thought of what would happen if Geckoleaf were to become ill herself - or leave. A bolt of fear shot through the apprentice and she quickly forced the thought out of her mind. It was simply too much to bear, the dark wave of emotion that threatened to spill over Cricketpaw at the mere though of her new friend being gone so soon.
She watched, and instantly understood what Cricketpaw was doing; the look of momentary concentration that swept over her face was a sign that she was repeating the words over and over again, a mantra of memorization and focus. Geckoleaf was confident that she would learn everything she was taught smoothly, albeit with effort, if she simply tried. The innocent question elicited a quiet, non-mocking laugh from Geckoleaf; she loved that Cricketpaw was trying to understand what the herbs could be used for, even if she did not what fully comprehend the many layered uses. "No. Tansy is used for infections; the herbs your father eats are strengthening. I would hope that if he was infected he wouldn't go on a long journey! "she teased gently, smiling widely towards the younger molly. She knew the inquiry was well-meaning, and so she didn't intend to demean her, simply make the lesson a bit more light-hearted. As her blue orbs swept over Cricketpaw, she noticed a sudden tension, a strange near-spasm as her muscles clenched. Her eyebrows raised gently in alarm, and she wrapped her tail tighter around the bengal's side, trying to comfort her from a strange enemy. "Cricket, are you alright?" she cooed gently, her words as soft as mothers but as worried as only a mentor's could be. Her ears perked towards the brown feline in alarm, and she brought her face slightly closer to Cricketpaw's, ready to hear whatever ill affliction had befallen her young companion.

spade April 1st, 2017 01:24 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 215450)


She watched, and instantly understood what Cricketpaw was doing; the look of momentary concentration that swept over her face was a sign that she was repeating the words over and over again, a mantra of memorization and focus. Geckoleaf was confident that she would learn everything she was taught smoothly, albeit with effort, if she simply tried. The innocent question elicited a quiet, non-mocking laugh from Geckoleaf; she loved that Cricketpaw was trying to understand what the herbs could be used for, even if she did not what fully comprehend the many layered uses. "No. Tansy is used for infections; the herbs your father eats are strengthening. I would hope that if he was infected he wouldn't go on a long journey! "she teased gently, smiling widely towards the younger molly. She knew the inquiry was well-meaning, and so she didn't intend to demean her, simply make the lesson a bit more light-hearted. As her blue orbs swept over Cricketpaw, she noticed a sudden tension, a strange near-spasm as her muscles clenched. Her eyebrows raised gently in alarm, and she wrapped her tail tighter around the bengal's side, trying to comfort her from a strange enemy. "Cricket, are you alright?" she cooed gently, her words as soft as mothers but as worried as only a mentor's could be. Her ears perked towards the brown feline in alarm, and she brought her face slightly closer to Cricketpaw's, ready to hear whatever ill affliction had befallen her young companion.
A small gulp sounded from within Cricketpaw's throat and she tried to hide her face, looking down as heat filled her cheeks. She didn't want Geckoleaf to know that she already thought of her as a mother figure. Wouldn't that just be embarrassing? After all, they had just met a few days ago when she had returned, and before then Cricketpaw had barely known her - she didn't remember much of her first kithood days. "I-I'm okay," she managed, raising her head and offering a weak smile towards her mentor. Something about the way the fiery orange she-cat was watching her though, made the bengal's heart ache. Unbeknownst that her mentor already cared a great deal for her, a sigh left her lips. "It's just... I don't wanna seem like a kit or anything, but..." Another pause, this time stretching out just a hare longer than last time. Her blue eyes, a miraculous replica of her father's - along with the rest of her appearance - traveled back down to the den floor, tears prickling at the edges. She didn't want to cry, but thinking about her mother leaving the Clan, and taking Cricketpaw with her, was something the young medicine cat apprentice just wasn't quite over yet. "...Ever since I escaped from Shellfeather-" not saying the word mother felt weird, but Cricketpaw didn't dwell on it, "-and have come back and spent time with you, I know it's been short. A-And I don't want this to be weird. But... I just, I guess I'm hoping that you don't end up leaving too. Because I really like being your apprentice. I know it's only the first day, and I feel like a sobbing kit," a small chuckle interrupted her soliloquy, but she continued as she rose her gaze up to meet Geckoleaf's, "...but I hope you're able to stay and train me and don't get tired of me like she did." Once it was all out, she felt as though a vaccum had sucked all the air from her, and she moved a bit closer, unabashedly smothering her face into the soft chest fur of her mentor. Already the young cat had familiarized herself with Geckoleaf's scent and breathed it in, feeling her heartbeat slow back down.

Clover April 11th, 2017 06:13 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Lilly (Post 218817)
A small gulp sounded from within Cricketpaw's throat and she tried to hide her face, looking down as heat filled her cheeks. She didn't want Geckoleaf to know that she already thought of her as a mother figure. Wouldn't that just be embarrassing? After all, they had just met a few days ago when she had returned, and before then Cricketpaw had barely known her - she didn't remember much of her first kithood days. "I-I'm okay," she managed, raising her head and offering a weak smile towards her mentor. Something about the way the fiery orange she-cat was watching her though, made the bengal's heart ache. Unbeknownst that her mentor already cared a great deal for her, a sigh left her lips. "It's just... I don't wanna seem like a kit or anything, but..." Another pause, this time stretching out just a hare longer than last time. Her blue eyes, a miraculous replica of her father's - along with the rest of her appearance - traveled back down to the den floor, tears prickling at the edges. She didn't want to cry, but thinking about her mother leaving the Clan, and taking Cricketpaw with her, was something the young medicine cat apprentice just wasn't quite over yet. "...Ever since I escaped from Shellfeather-" not saying the word mother felt weird, but Cricketpaw didn't dwell on it, "-and have come back and spent time with you, I know it's been short. A-And I don't want this to be weird. But... I just, I guess I'm hoping that you don't end up leaving too. Because I really like being your apprentice. I know it's only the first day, and I feel like a sobbing kit," a small chuckle interrupted her soliloquy, but she continued as she rose her gaze up to meet Geckoleaf's, "...but I hope you're able to stay and train me and don't get tired of me like she did." Once it was all out, she felt as though a vacuum had sucked all the air from her, and she moved a bit closer, unabashedly smothering her face into the soft chest fur of her mentor. Already the young cat had familiarized herself with Geckoleaf's scent and breathed it in, feeling her heartbeat slow backdown.
The surprisingly keen ears of Geckoleaf caught the sound of the swallow, and her mouth opened slightly in surprise; she was not mad or angry that the apprentice appeared to be having issues, but she simply felt concerned for her young compatriot. The thin smile she extended at first vanished just as quickly, and the molly saw straight through it anyway; it was the same one that she had often offered concerned friends when they asked about how she was doing. It had been for the longest time she had been without a sincere support group; she had no living family, and her friends were distant at best. The quiet words that Cricketpaw murmured seemed genuine and close to her heart; the deep orange tabby listened to her with all the attention she could muster in her weary state, ears pricked and eyes wide with concern. As soon as she heard that Cricketpaw had also been abandoned by her mother, she let out a quiet gasp, her face twisting into a look of understanding and worry; no pity, for how could she pity someone so like herself? She felt the tiniest bit of gratification when the bengal said she relished her time as an apprentice so far, but it was quickly drowned out by another wave of fierce love and caring for the apprentice she had only barely met. She leaned down and nuzzled the soft fur of Cricketpaw's neck as she pressed her face against Geckoleaf's white streaked chest, her nose putting a gentle pressure against the folds of skin. She withdrew quickly, feeling a need to speak; even so, her tail wrapped around the apprentice's side, pulling her closer. "Oh, Cricketpaw, darling, don't ever think I could get tired of you,"Geckoleaf whispered softly, beginning to stroke the brown feline's abdomen with her tail, holding her as if she were her own daughter. "You're not like a kit; you're already brave, brave enough to take the position of medicine cat. I don't want you to feel lonely or depressed because you think you'll not be good enough for me to keep you as my apprentice," she cooed quietly, resting her chin lightly on the top of the bengal's head. "If you need to be, I can be like a mother to you. If you need to sleep with me at night, that's alright. I know what it's like to be alone in life, and I don't want that for you. I want you to be happy, and I'm here for you, love," she finished, understanding deeply the desire for a mother figure. She had longed for that when she was young, and she recalled the way Marshsnow would love and fondle her to sleep, a well of comfort and love that she had never dreamed of before. Moving her head again, she began to tenderly groom the fur of Cricketpaw's scruff, parting it down flat in a repetetive motion, attemtping to be motherly in a way she had not much before.

(they are too cute!!)

spade April 16th, 2017 11:59 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 227630)


The surprisingly keen ears of Geckoleaf caught the sound of the swallow, and her mouth opened slightly in surprise; she was not mad or angry that the apprentice appeared to be having issues, but she simply felt concerned for her young compatriot. The thin smile she extended at first vanished just as quickly, and the molly saw straight through it anyway; it was the same one that she had often offered concerned friends when they asked about how she was doing. It had been for the longest time she had been without a sincere support group; she had no living family, and her friends were distant at best. The quiet words that Cricketpaw murmured seemed genuine and close to her heart; the deep orange tabby listened to her with all the attention she could muster in her weary state, ears pricked and eyes wide with concern. As soon as she heard that Cricketpaw had also been abandoned by her mother, she let out a quiet gasp, her face twisting into a look of understanding and worry; no pity, for how could she pity someone so like herself? She felt the tiniest bit of gratification when the bengal said she relished her time as an apprentice so far, but it was quickly drowned out by another wave of fierce love and caring for the apprentice she had only barely met. She leaned down and nuzzled the soft fur of Cricketpaw's neck as she pressed her face against Geckoleaf's white streaked chest, her nose putting a gentle pressure against the folds of skin. She withdrew quickly, feeling a need to speak; even so, her tail wrapped around the apprentice's side, pulling her closer. "Oh, Cricketpaw, darling, don't ever think I could get tired of you,"Geckoleaf whispered softly, beginning to stroke the brown feline's abdomen with her tail, holding her as if she were her own daughter. "You're not like a kit; you're already brave, brave enough to take the position of medicine cat. I don't want you to feel lonely or depressed because you think you'll not be good enough for me to keep you as my apprentice," she cooed quietly, resting her chin lightly on the top of the bengal's head. "If you need to be, I can be like a mother to you. If you need to sleep with me at night, that's alright. I know what it's like to be alone in life, and I don't want that for you. I want you to be happy, and I'm here for you, love," she finished, understanding deeply the desire for a mother figure. She had longed for that when she was young, and she recalled the way Marshsnow would love and fondle her to sleep, a well of comfort and love that she had never dreamed of before. Moving her head again, she began to tenderly groom the fur of Cricketpaw's scruff, parting it down flat in a repetetive motion, attemtping to be motherly in a way she had not much before.

(they are too cute!!)
(( -cries- they made me so happy c: i sorry it's so short queeny :'c ))

As she received the acceptance that laced each word Geckoleaf spoke, suddenly for the first time since reuniting with her father, Cricketpaw felt right at home. Every part of her journey had been worth it to feel like she belonged somewhere again. Because out there, in the wilderness away from the structure of RiverClan and the loving embrace of Russetswirl - now Russetstar - and the companionship of her siblings? It had been all but too much to bear, and she feared if her time there had been a moon longer, she might not have made it. Her whole life, she had lived with the assumption that she was damaged goods, that her mother had simply abandoned her because she wasn't good enough, or smart enough, to keep around. But now, sitting her with a new motherly relationship blossoming before her, she suddenly felt wanted again. Like this time in RiverClan she would get to stay and follow the true path she was meant for. "I-I'm really glad for that," she murmured in response, a smile stretching across her face. As she felt the steady rasp of her mentor's tongue on her scruff, she closed her eyes, frightfully close to falling asleep. "I promise I will do my best to make you proud," she continued, opening her blue eyes once more with a new fire of determination burned deeply within them. She had a sudden urge to learn everything she could right then and there. "So what herbs are included in traveling bundles?" she asked, curious to learn as much as she could as quickly as she could; Cricketpaw wanted nothing more than to dive head first into this world.

Clover April 26th, 2017 10:18 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Lilly (Post 233762)
(( -cries- they made me so happy c: i sorry it's so short queeny :'c ))

As she received the acceptance that laced each word Geckoleaf spoke, suddenly for the first time since reuniting with her father, Cricketpaw felt right at home. Every part of her journey had been worth it to feel like she belonged somewhere again. Because out there, in the wilderness away from the structure of RiverClan and the loving embrace of Russetswirl - now Russetstar - and the companionship of her siblings? It had been all but too much to bear, and she feared if her time there had been a moon longer, she might not have made it. Her whole life, she had lived with the assumption that she was damaged goods, that her mother had simply abandoned her because she wasn't good enough, or smart enough, to keep around. But now, sitting her with a new motherly relationship blossoming before her, she suddenly felt wanted again. Like this time in RiverClan, she would get to stay and follow the true path she was meant for. "I-I'm really glad for that," she murmured in response, a smile stretching across her face. As she felt the steady rasp of her mentor's tongue on her scruff, she closed her eyes, frightfully close to falling asleep. "I promise I will do my best to make you proud," she continued, opening her blue eyes once more with a new fire of determination burned deeply within them. She had a sudden urge to learn everything she could right then and there. "So what herbs are included in traveling bundles?" she asked, curious to learn as much as she could as quickly as she could; Cricketpaw wanted nothing more than to dive head first into this world.
Geckoleaf smiled, a genuine gesture of affection towards Cricketpaw. Her tail pulled tight against the brown molly's side, the orange strangely bright when contrasted with the earthy tones of the bengal. She felt a sensation of maternal love seep through her; she had never been close to someone in the way she was close with Cricketpaw now. Not even with Arcticpaw had it been so sincere; there had always been a level of separation, of professional detachedness. But here, everything was genuine and real. She felt the gentle warmth of Cricketpaw beside her, and already she felt like a sort of materfamilias; she was the head of this hollow and it's occupants, like a matriarch or den head. And now, feeling an overwhelming push to protect the feline beside her, she realized that this den would have to become a sanctum; a well of serenity and compassion that would be open to all, not just her new apprentice. She stopped grooming the unruly tufts of fur on Cricketpaw's neck to listen to what she had to say. The words sounded straightforward and true, despite the shakiness of her initial phrase. "You already have, angel. And don't worry; you could never disappoint me. I can already see how strong you are; you are brave and willing to, and you'll be a wonderful legacy," she purred softly, resting her cheek lightly against the top of the brown tabby's head. At the request to learn more herbs, she grinned enthusiastically; this was her one true passion & calling in life, and she was eager to share it with someone who would listen. "First is Burnet, a stalky plant with serrated leaves. It can help stop minor cuts, and bolsters strength; we don't want your father bleeding to death from scraps, now do we? There's also chamomile; most, if not all of these are for strength, so I'll list other uses. This is to help keep heart-rate down. Daisy-leaf, for aching joints; it helps to keep older cats limber if they need the assistance. Sorrel; use it in small amounts, because it can make you hungry. Those are it, mainly; sometimes we use other herbs in special occasions, and add things like honey so that it's palatable,"she murmurmed softly, continuing to stroke the apprentice's side with her tail. Geckoleaf let out a large yawn, jaws seeming to unhinge, white teeth flashing. "Though, I do think it is quite late, Cricket. Off to bed for both of us!" she mewed, nosing Cricketpaw's cheek softly, fondly.

spade April 28th, 2017 12:07 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 242154)


Geckoleaf smiled, a genuine gesture of affection towards Cricketpaw. Her tail pulled tight against the brown molly's side, the orange strangely bright when contrasted with the earthy tones of the bengal. She felt a sensation of maternal love seep through her; she had never been close to someone in the way she was close with Cricketpaw now. Not even with Arcticpaw had it been so sincere; there had always been a level of separation, of professional detachedness. But here, everything was genuine and real. She felt the gentle warmth of Cricketpaw beside her, and already she felt like a sort of materfamilias; she was the head of this hollow and it's occupants, like a matriarch or den head. And now, feeling an overwhelming push to protect the feline beside her, she realized that this den would have to become a sanctum; a well of serenity and compassion that would be open to all, not just her new apprentice. She stopped grooming the unruly tufts of fur on Cricketpaw's neck to listen to what she had to say. The words sounded straightforward and true, despite the shakiness of her initial phrase. "You already have, angel. And don't worry; you could never disappoint me. I can already see how strong you are; you are brave and willing to, and you'll be a wonderful legacy," she purred softly, resting her cheek lightly against the top of the brown tabby's head. At the request to learn more herbs, she grinned enthusiastically; this was her one true passion & calling in life, and she was eager to share it with someone who would listen. "First is Burnet, a stalky plant with serrated leaves. It can help stop minor cuts, and bolsters strength; we don't want your father bleeding to death from scraps, now do we? There's also chamomile; most, if not all of these are for strength, so I'll list other uses. This is to help keep heart-rate down. Daisy-leaf, for aching joints; it helps to keep older cats limber if they need the assistance. Sorrel; use it in small amounts, because it can make you hungry. Those are it, mainly; sometimes we use other herbs in special occasions, and add things like honey so that it's palatable,"she murmurmed softly, continuing to stroke the apprentice's side with her tail. Geckoleaf let out a large yawn, jaws seeming to unhinge, white teeth flashing. "Though, I do think it is quite late, Cricket. Off to bed for both of us!" she mewed, nosing Cricketpaw's cheek softly, fondly.
As her mentor continued talking about the herbs that were included in a travel bundle, Cricketpaw couldn't help but watch her expression change, a smile stretching across her own face. She had always admired her dad, but in a fatherly way, a way that family should look up to one another. This new feeling of admiration, directed solely at Geckoleaf, was a new feeling for the Bengal. She felt as though StarClan had looked down upon her mentor with special care in having her learn all these herbs and remedies. It opened her eyes again that there was more to the Clan then just fighting and being a warrior or deputy, or even leader. There was a whole world that Cricketpaw was now gaining access too, and the thought again sent a thrill of excitement through her. Her ears were turned forward, focused intently on each herb and their uses, and trying to categorize each one she was told in a compartment in her mind. At her mentors suggestion of sleep, the Bengal was about to object before her mouth parted in an enormous yawn. "I guess that would be a good idea," she purred, giggling as she felt her mentor's warm nose nuzzle her cheek. A soft purr could be heard from her and Cricketpaw smiled up at Geckoleaf softly. "Goodnight," she mewed, returning the affectionate nose-to-cheek gesture before resting her head on her paws. One more yawn broke through her lips before the young apprentice began to doze off, sleep coming quickly and in waves.

Clover April 28th, 2017 05:35 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Lilly (Post 242952)
As her mentor continued talking about the herbs that were included in a travel bundle, Cricketpaw couldn't help but watch her expression change, a smile stretching across her own face. She had always admired her dad, but in a fatherly way, a way that family should look up to one another. This new feeling of admiration, directed solely at Geckoleaf, was a new feeling for the Bengal. She felt as though StarClan had looked down upon her mentor with special care in having her learn all these herbs and remedies. It opened her eyes again that there was more to the Clan then just fighting and being a warrior or deputy, or even leader. There was a whole world that Cricketpaw was now gaining access too, and the thought again sent a thrill of excitement through her. Her ears were turned forward, focused intently on each herb and their uses, and trying to categorize each one she was told in a compartment in her mind. At her mentor's suggestion of sleep, the Bengal was about to object before her mouth parted in an enormous yawn. "I guess that would be a good idea," she purred, giggling as she felt her mentor's warm nose nuzzle her cheek. A soft purr could be heard from her and Cricketpaw smiled up at Geckoleaf softly. "Goodnight," she mewed, returning the affectionate nose-to-cheek gesture before resting her head on her paws. One more yawn broke through her lips before the young apprentice began to doze off, sleep coming quickly and in waves.
Geckoleaf simply beamed affectionately towards the small she-cat, the soft touch of the frigid black nose against her own cheek sending a swell of pure love and happiness surging through the diminutive medicine cat. She waited until the Bengal fell asleep, a look of peaceful content coming across her face as the muscles below relax. Instead of standing up or leaving, she curled around Cricketpaw, resting her feathery tail against the apprentice's legs and gently resting her chin against the neck of the brown molly. Strangely, she felt her healing power reach out to the body of Cricketpaw, probing her body to feel for injuries; if there had been something left over from the apprentice's time as a loner, such as internal injuries or worms in her gut, she would know. But all she felt was the gentle pulsing of built-up lactic acid in her legs and back, from hours of hiking to and from the Starcave. It took little energy to heal, so she did; if she could prevent her beloved apprentices the smallest amount of pain, she would. With a quick flick of intention, she scrubbed away the lactic acid and sped up the healing of torn fibers. She only felt a small amount of energy drain and was going to sleep anyway. She smiled drowsily and nodded off to sleep.

Clover July 10th, 2017 11:26 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
@Hexict
The rock she had chosen for Cricketpaw's headstone was milky white, with the tiniest possible dots of sienna scattered across its surface. They looked as if they had been made by a swarm of muddy crickets hopping across its surface, leave minuscule footprints to be absorbed by the stone. It was flat, and smooth, and perfect in a sort of innocent way that she had hoped, somewhere in the muddled darkness of her broken mind, would be a reminder of the way she had always seen her apprentice; imperfect, yet pure, and still young. She had brought newly bloomed poppy and chamomile flowers to lay on it later that same day, the morning after the vigil; the flowers were beautiful, but she knew that Cricketpaw would understand that they represented peace and serenity, an eternal sleep.

Geckoleaf's nest was so inviting, so comforting; she never wanted to leave. Her limbs gave out soon after, and she simply collapsed into the plush moss, her legs a tangle, her fur still full of dried blood and caked mud. She hadn't made a single effort to clean it out. Normally, her silky orange fur was unmatted and pristine, but now, it was messy and unkempt a strange physical representation of her mind, and the blackness that ringed the edge of her vision at all times. Soon after, she felt her limbs began to tingle, her toes feeling gentle stabs of pins and needles, and then she was weightless, in a black void; she knew that StarClan was calling her to a dream.

The ground below her paws looked solid, steady, but it was still almost translucent; she could see an endless expanse of starry nothingness lingering just beneath them. The grass and dirt around her looked speckled with tiny stars like some cat had shaken burrs made out of pure light out of their fur. The whole scene was ethereal, weightless, without the pull of real ground, and soft dirt. Geckoleaf herself looked different; her fur looked like spun starlight, a million tiny nebulas made the orange of her sides, hundreds of stars linked together to form the white of underbelly and chest that seemed to glow with their own light. Her eyes were changed, too; no longer dark, but looking like tiny blue giant stars, miniaturized to form the striking azure of her open eyes.

But the medicine cat didn't care; no reason the ancestors' had for drawing her here could overcome the crushing guilt of Cricketpaw's death, the pent up anger and sadness of losing patients, and the overwhelming sorrow of losing her own mind. Her starry figure collapsed into a vaguely glowing heap, where she lay, still, studying the thick layer of grass with intense, frightening passion; no one in their right mind would care so greatly about the intricacies of a single blade of grass, the veins that ran up its leaf, the patterning of light dappled from some source she had yet to locate. She just didn't care anymore; the world had taken what had mattered most away from her, and she was done fighting against the will of something greater than herself.

Hexict July 24th, 2017 06:30 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
@Clover

Autumn orbs closed. The tom didn't want to see what he knew he was going to see. He had been sent in order to help Geckoleaf. The medicine cat needed to regain her sanity, she was the only medicine cat that Riverclan had now. Though he wouldn't bring that up - he knew how sensitive the molly must be about the murder of her beloved apprentice. He knew that she must be a mess after the death of Cricketpaw like Zerosight had been after he was killed. This was a delicate time for her. Her mental state was already strained and he didn't want to mess up... he feared shattering whatever sanity she had left.

Sitting in silence, the tom was placed not too far from Geckoleaf, but the grieving medicine cat hadn't seemed to notice him as she fell to the glittering ground. Northpath forced himself to look towards her, lifting his head to watch the fire colored molly observing a blade of grass. It was sadden to see a cat so heart-broken. Swallowing, the dark tabby slowly got up and padded towards her. His tail flicked out of nervous habit, but he tried to calm it. Thoughts were running through his head. It was strange, he had rehearsed what to say to Geckoleaf over and over in his head before but now that it was time to actually speak with her, his rehearsed words dissolved into the racing thoughts that unnerved him. It was almost like when he had first met Daypaw. He had to train the sole medicine cat of Shadowclan, and now he also had to help the sole medicine cat of Riverclan back onto her paws so that she could return to her duties.

Though he secretly loved the responsibility. He felt almost like a full medicine cat.

Northpath wasn't sure why he had been chosen for this role. Sure he had known Geckoleaf when he was still alive, but due to being in different clans and the circumstances during his apprenticeship the two hadn't been able to grow really close prior to his passing. It wasn't like he really connect to the medicine cat like he had connected to Cricketpaw. The two seemed to share the same fears as when they were training to succeed their mentor, and the two had similar ending. But what was he to say to Geckoleaf? This molly that he hadn't been able to speak to nearly as much as he had wished - though he had wished to befriend all of the medicine cats. What do I tell her? I'm good at healing the body, but what about the mind? I never had to before! He took a deep breath and tried to settle his thoughts.

"Hello Geckoleaf," the deceased apprentice offered a weak smile as he reached the medicine cat. The tom now stood at her shoulder, looking down at the molly. Is voice seemed to choke and stutter slightly. The tom wasn't a great actor nor liar, he never had to lie to someone or act like anything he wasn't. Northpath was an honest cat, whom could be read like a book. But right now he wanted to be calm, or at least come off as more relaxed than he actually was. He wanted Geckoleaf to know that everything was going to be okay - or at least if he accomplished his goal to help her, then it would be. "Should I ask something as cliche as 'how are you'?" A fragile purr rumbled in his throat at his own words.

(your post... god you're a good roleplayer, you're so good with words!)

Clover July 25th, 2017 05:56 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Hexict (Post 331040)
@Clover

Autumn orbs closed. The tom didn't want to see what he knew he was going to see. He had been sent in order to help Geckoleaf. The medicine cat needed to regain her sanity, she was the only medicine cat that Riverclan had now. Though he wouldn't bring that up - he knew how sensitive the molly must be about the murder of her beloved apprentice. He knew that she must be a mess after the death of Cricketpaw like Zerosight had been after he was killed. This was a delicate time for her. Her mental state was already strained and he didn't want to mess up... he feared shattering whatever sanity she had left.

Sitting in silence, the tom was placed not too far from Geckoleaf, but the grieving medicine cat hadn't seemed to notice him as she fell to the glittering ground. Northpath forced himself to look towards her, lifting his head to watch the fire colored molly observing a blade of grass. It was sadden to see a cat so heart-broken. Swallowing, the dark tabby slowly got up and padded towards her. His tail flicked out of nervous habit, but he tried to calm it. Thoughts were running through his head. It was strange, he had rehearsed what to say to Geckoleaf over and over in his head before but now that it was time to actually speak with her, his rehearsed words dissolved into the racing thoughts that unnerved him. It was almost like when he had first met Daypaw. He had to train the sole medicine cat of Shadowclan, and now he also had to help the sole medicine cat of Riverclan back onto her paws so that she could return to her duties.

Though he secretly loved the responsibility. He felt almost like a full medicine cat.

Northpath wasn't sure why he had been chosen for this role. Sure he had known Geckoleaf when he was still alive, but due to being in different clans and the circumstances during his apprenticeship the two hadn't been able to grow really close prior to his passing. It wasn't like he really connect to the medicine cat like he had connected to Cricketpaw. The two seemed to share the same fears as when they were training to succeed their mentor, and the two had similar ending. But what was he to say to Geckoleaf? This molly that he hadn't been able to speak to nearly as much as he had wished - though he had wished to befriend all of the medicine cats. What do I tell her? I'm good at healing the body, but what about the mind? I never had to before! He took a deep breath and tried to settle his thoughts.

"Hello Geckoleaf," the deceased apprentice offered a weak smile as he reached the medicine cat. The tom now stood at her shoulder, looking down at the molly. Is voice seemed to choke and stutter slightly. The tom wasn't a great actor nor liar, he never had to lie to someone or act like anything he wasn't. Northpath was an honest cat, whom could be read like a book. But right now he wanted to be calm, or at least come off as more relaxed than he actually was. He wanted Geckoleaf to know that everything was going to be okay - or at least if he accomplished his goal to help her, then it would be. "Should I ask something as cliche as 'how are you'?" A fragile purr rumbled in his throat at his own words.

(your post... god you're a good roleplayer, you're so good with words!)
Of course, she heard the light footsteps, crunching quietly through bramble and grass; they were just as foreign and unreal as the rest of StarClan. But the thing was, that she truly didn't care. Whoever had made them was just another character in this hellish nightmare that was her reality. And characters, they were made of brittle stuff; just as quickly as they could be created they could be destroyed.

Her eyes lazily drifted from the blade of grass, unfocusing and dilating as she looked up, slowly, towards the approaching figure. She could tell who it was, very quickly; the leafy amber eyes and thin body gave away Northpath, though his form was broken up and hazy. As he approached, slowly, cautiously, her eyes adjusted, though her mind didn't; Northpath's face came into view, and she could see his concern, his apprehension, and his nervousness; nervous about what? In this state, Geckoleaf knew she wouldn't be able to hurt anyone, let alone anything. She abstained from prey for days; herbs wouldn't keep a cat alive for long, though. She was afraid of causing more pain. Even now, her fur like spun starlight sagged. Without constant nourishment, she deteriorated quickly, having very little fat or muscle to sustain her starving body.

Geckoleaf listened absently to his words, face slack and emotionless, except for the constant darkness that burned just beyond her eyes, as if you really could see her soul through her dilated pupils. The ground underneath her was warm and inviting, and she sagged further, her limp body seeming to somehow melt further into the grass and dirt as if she'd become a part of the land itself, a living, breathing entity become nothing. That was truly what she wished to be; nothing. Her depression had overtaken her so fully that the most trivial task seemed a monumental occasion; every breath a marathon, every heartbeat a victory. Nothingness seemed preferable; the sweet embrace of cold darkness, a pool so languid that no movement could happen.

Anyone could tell that when she lost Cricketpaw, she lost herself.

"No words..." she whispered, more than she had spoken to anyone but Mistfall. Mistfall really had been her crutch. Sweet, allocentric Mistfall, bringing her food and water and spending as much time as she could with the mentally ailing medicine cat. Consoling her with what genuine words were possible; she was the closest thing to distilled kindness that Geckoleaf had ever seen. Without knowing it, the grey warrior had become the medicine cat's last tie to reality.

The fiery tabby looked towards Northpath again, thoughts dripping slowly into her mind, like honey left to tip out of a leaf. Maybe, could he really help her? Maybe, he could show her how to cope? She let out a shuddering sigh, chest deflating, her mind already resigned to the idea that, no, he would do nothing. Yet still, the tiniest beacon of hope gleamed somewhere in the dark fog, urging her to ask. "North..." she paused, gathering up more energy. "... Help me."

(i hope you don't mind me assuming that mistfall would try her best to help geckoleaf; i just feel like they are, as of right now, close enough friends for that to happen!)

graves July 30th, 2017 01:10 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
@Clover

They felt numb. The evacuation had taken everything out of them. They could still feel their paw bleeding from where a claw was torn out. Under their ear bleed from their head being hit by a rock. Mud caked their fur up and down their legs to their belly fur. They shivered. Everything felt like nothing and everything at once. Their head pounded from the injury, making their vision hazy. Theyr body looked skinny, it clung close to their frame from the rain, you could see the ridges of bone. They had not eaten in awhile, or atleast, properly. Every pawstep felt like felt like a weight to them. They could have done it. They could have let go, only to be washed away in the current. They couldve died. They could still feel the water around them, their lings burning for air. They could still feel how cold but welcoming the water felt. Let go let go let go. Should've let go. They had made it up and down that hill so many times, carry patients and cats who needed to be saved. They could still feel Lambkit in their jaws, crying for their mother during the loud booms of thunder. They could still feel their teeth in Marshfurs scruff as they lifted her up the hill themselves single handedly. They could remmeber watching Morningpath get washed away in the black water with out a struggle. Its like he knew. Daypaw knew. They knew that couldve been their time. They could still feel Minkpaws claws in their scruff as they were lifted. Daypaw was going to let go, too. They were going to let go of everything. They were going to let go and let Cricketpaw carry them to Starclan. The thought made them happy. It was ironic, really. Daypaw could carry cats on their back to safety over and over, heal them to their greatest, yet, when it came to their own needs they lacked. They could still feel the chill of shock, the wind in their fur as they fell down the hill. It was like everything was in slow motion. Their head pounded once more and the medcat padded across the clearing, glaring at anycat who dare give them looks. Even in agony, Daypaw would not stand for pity. They limped to the medcat den, they could smell the fresh scent of herbs. they could locate it with their eyes closed. Once in the den they sputtered to see geckoleaf,"Shadowclan...flood." they felt they couldnt unlive that moment, that moment of pure fear of falling down that mudslide. They winced, coughing. The more they coughed, the more water oozed out of their mouth. They were dripping wet, bleeding, and shivering. For once, Daypaw looked small. No aggressive outlook, no snarky comments, no anger. Just small and scared. "Evacuation..my patients-" they grew weak, finding themselves falling to the ground on their side. The ground felt cool. It was dry, which made Daypaw happy. Who would take care of their patients? Who would make sure all of the queens and their kits were healthy? Who would check up on Halestorm to make sure their leader was all right? Their eyes were lidded weakly,"I saw her..I saw-" they were cut off with another cough, water oozing out of their mouth and onto the ground. They saw Cricketpaw. They couldnt get over it. She looked distressed from the flood, but she was healthy in Starclan. Thats all that mattered at the moment. Not their health, but that the cat Daypaw had every grown close to, was okay.

Clover July 30th, 2017 01:37 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by woly (Post 336555)
@Clover

They felt numb. The evacuation had taken everything out of them. They could still feel their paw bleeding from where a claw was torn out. Under their ear bleed from their head being hit by a rock. Mud caked their fur up and down their legs to their belly fur. They shivered. Everything felt like nothing and everything at once. Their head pounded from the injury, making their vision hazy. Theyr body looked skinny, it clung close to their frame from the rain, you could see the ridges of bone. They had not eaten in awhile, or atleast, properly. Every pawstep felt like felt like a weight to them. They could have done it. They could have let go, only to be washed away in the current. They couldve died. They could still feel the water around them, their lings burning for air. They could still feel how cold but welcoming the water felt. Let go let go let go. Should've let go. They had made it up and down that hill so many times, carry patients and cats who needed to be saved. They could still feel Lambkit in their jaws, crying for their mother during the loud booms of thunder. They could still feel their teeth in Marshfurs scruff as they lifted her up the hill themselves single handedly. They could remmeber watching Morningpath get washed away in the black water with out a struggle. Its like he knew. Daypaw knew. They knew that couldve been their time. They could still feel Minkpaws claws in their scruff as they were lifted. Daypaw was going to let go, too. They were going to let go of everything. They were going to let go and let Cricketpaw carry them to Starclan. The thought made them happy. It was ironic, really. Daypaw could carry cats on their back to safety over and over, heal them to their greatest, yet, when it came to their own needs they lacked. They could still feel the chill of shock, the wind in their fur as they fell down the hill. It was like everything was in slow motion. Their head pounded once more and the medcat padded across the clearing, glaring at anycat who dare give them looks. Even in agony, Daypaw would not stand for pity. They limped to the medcat den, they could smell the fresh scent of herbs. they could locate it with their eyes closed. Once in the den they sputtered to see geckoleaf,"Shadowclan...flood." they felt they couldnt unlive that moment, that moment of pure fear of falling down that mudslide. They winced, coughing. The more they coughed, the more water oozed out of their mouth. They were dripping wet, bleeding, and shivering. For once, Daypaw looked small. No aggressive outlook, no snarky comments, no anger. Just small and scared. "Evacuation..my patients-" they grew weak, finding themselves falling to the ground on their side. The ground felt cool. It was dry, which made Daypaw happy. Who would take care of their patients? Who would make sure all of the queens and their kits were healthy? Who would check up on Halestorm to make sure their leader was all right? Their eyes were lidded weakly,"I saw her...I saw-" they were cut off with another cough, water oozing out of their mouth and onto the ground. They saw Cricketpaw. They couldnt get over it. She looked distressed from the flod, but she was healthy in Starclan. Thats all that mattered at the moment. Not their health, but that the cat Daypaw had every grown close to, was okay.
Geckoleaf had been sprawled apathetically in her nest, the same overwhelming sense of darkness draining her of all want to do anything. After the Gathering, she had felt re-energized from her encounter with Daypaw; she came straight home and ate several mice, and slaked her thirst well over. She got things done; but after the initial surge wore off, it was back to the same feeling of impending blackness, of the guilt and despair. But as soon as she heard paw steps in the entrance of her den, she sprung to her feet; she still felt a deep duty towards anyone who needed healing and tried to fix patients more vigorously than before. But when she saw Daypaw, it was a moment of pure dread; they were going to die too, her third apprentice, she would lose them like she had Cricketpaw, and Arcticpaw before. Instantly, her medically oriented mind sprang into action; she surveyed them in a moment, spying cuts and abrasions, from the flood they described, a missing claw that oozed blood, shivering and coughing more than likely from hypothermia and apoxia, possibly from being submerged into the fast flowing, cold liquid. Her face twisted with worry; the enby was in bad condition, worse than most, but she could only hope to fix them. Without another word, she rushed to the fallen apprentice's side. "Daypaw, I need you to relax. If you panic, then you'll fall further in shock. I see signs of hypothermia, hypoxia, and general shock. Focus on breathing," she murmured, softly, urgently, supporting the golden cat's head with a paw, as they wretched dirty water onto the ground, and into her fur. But, quickly, she realized they were too weak to even clear their lungs of water. And herbs wouldn't work fast enough; yarrow could help them, but not enough. She'd have to rely on a backup plan; her little-known healing power, something she was afraid of, but used on patients in emergency situations. If there was ever an emergency this was it. Letting out a deep breath, Geckoleaf reached out with her mind, mentally feeling for Daypaw. She found their biosign quickly; a small pocket of warmth, that was fading quickly. Reaching deeper, she was able to access the physical processes of the cat. Urgently she began to work; first, she forced their diaphragm and sides to contract, expelling most of the water from their lungs. The body took over; Daypaw was breathing again, clearer. Next, she turned to the wounds. The only thing she could do in such limited time was to cause the capillaries and major arteries to squeeze closed, enough to let blood flow, but still cutting off the dripping of it. She only checked the claw wound to make sure no bones were broken. The other most worrying thing was the hypothermia; this she could treat externally. Snapping out of her trance-like state, she sucked in a quick, steadying breath, then locked her teeth into Daypaw's scruff, pulling them into Cricketpaw's old nest without another thought. After they were situated, she curled around them, pressing her body against as much of the enby as possible, to ensure the best transfer of heat. Leaning to the side, she ripped some of the moss from the nest lining, dragging it over Daypaw as a makeshift blanket to help prevent further heat loss. Once again, she awkwardly enabled the use of her power, to literally transfer heat energy from her to Daypaw, making sure their extremities were properly warmed as well; if she wasn't careful, they may end up losing a toe or foot from frostbite. The technical side was completed; all she could do now was some personal patient care. "Daypaw, you're alright now; just relax, and talk to me. You have to stay awake; if you fall asleep, StarClan will take you away. The clans need you. I need you. So just stay awake, alright, my sunshine?" she cooed softly, her muzzle lowered to just next to the ear, which she began to mend using the same odd strength to sew the tissue back together, fixing nerves and extending blood vessels. When that was done, she began to gently groom their fur; her own was now clean, from the mental surge of energy Daypaw had given her, but she wanted the golden fur to shine. There were so many twigs, so much dirt, and mud; she wondered what the medicine cat apprentice had sacrificed of themselves to save their patients. Geckoleaf cleaned the entire side upright; she made sure that they stayed covered by moss the whole time, though. "Daypaw, love, you're safe. The world outside can't hurt you anymore; your patients are alright, and they will be until you can care for them."

graves July 30th, 2017 02:01 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Clover (Post 336565)


Geckoleaf had been sprawled apathetically in her nest, the same overwhelming sense of darkness draining her of all want to do anything. After the Gathering, she had felt re-energized from her encounter with Daypaw; she came straight home and ate several mice, and slaked her thirst well over. She got things done; but after the initial surge wore off, it was back to the same feeling of impending blackness, of the guilt and despair. But as soon as she heard paw steps in the entrance of her den, she sprung to her feet; she still felt a deep duty towards anyone who needed healing and tried to fix patients more vigorously than before. But when she saw Daypaw, it was a moment of pure dread; they were going to die too, her third apprentice, she would lose them like she had Cricketpaw, and Arcticpaw before. Instantly, her medically oriented mind sprang into action; she surveyed them in a moment, spying cuts and abrasions, from the flood they described, a missing claw that oozed blood, shivering and coughing more than likely from hypothermia and apoxia, possibly from being submerged into the fast flowing, cold liquid. Her face twisted with worry; the enby was in bad condition, worse than most, but she could only hope to fix them. Without another word, she rushed to the fallen apprentice's side. "Daypaw, I need you to relax. If you panic, then you'll fall further in shock. I see signs of hypothermia, hypoxia, and general shock. Focus on breathing," she murmured, softly, urgently, supporting the golden cat's head with a paw, as they wretched dirty water onto the ground, and into her fur. But, quickly, she realized they were too weak to even clear their lungs of water. And herbs wouldn't work fast enough; yarrow could help them, but not enough. She'd have to rely on a backup plan; her little-known healing power, something she was afraid of, but used on patients in emergency situations. If there was ever an emergency this was it. Letting out a deep breath, Geckoleaf reached out with her mind, mentally feeling for Daypaw. She found their biosign quickly; a small pocket of warmth, that was fading quickly. Reaching deeper, she was able to access the physical processes of the cat. Urgently she began to work; first, she forced their diaphragm and sides to contract, expelling most of the water from their lungs. The body took over; Daypaw was breathing again, clearer. Next, she turned to the wounds. The only thing she could do in such limited time was to cause the capillaries and major arteries to squeeze closed, enough to let blood flow, but still cutting off the dripping of it. She only checked the claw wound to make sure no bones were broken. The other most worrying thing was the hypothermia; this she could treat externally. Snapping out of her trance-like state, she sucked in a quick, steadying breath, then locked her teeth into Daypaw's scruff, pulling them into Cricketpaw's old nest without another thought. After they were situated, she curled around them, pressing her body against as much of the enby as possible, to ensure the best transfer of heat. Leaning to the side, she ripped some of the moss from the nest lining, dragging it over Daypaw as a makeshift blanket to help prevent further heat loss. Once again, she awkwardly enabled the use of her power, to literally transfer heat energy from her to Daypaw, making sure their extremities were properly warmed as well; if she wasn't careful, they may end up losing a toe or foot from frostbite. The technical side was completed; all she could do now was some personal patient care. "Daypaw, you're alright now; just relax, and talk to me. You have to stay awake; if you fall asleep, StarClan will take you away. The clans need you. I need you. So just stay awake, alright, my sunshine?" she cooed softly, her muzzle lowered to just next to the ear, which she began to mend using the same odd strength to sew the tissue back together, fixing nerves and extending blood vessels. When that was done, she began to gently groom their fur; her own was now clean, from the mental surge of energy Daypaw had given her, but she wanted the golden fur to shine. There were so many twigs, so much dirt, and mud; she wondered what the medicine cat apprentice had sacrificed of themselves to save their patients. Geckoleaf cleaned the entire side upright; she made sure that they stayed covered by moss the whole time, though. "Daypaw, love, you're safe. The world outside can't hurt you anymore; your patients are alright, and they will be until you can care for them."
It felt every time they let in a gulp of air their wind pipe vibrated, still full of water. Daypaw couldnt describe it, it was the weirdest feeling in the entire time they were alive. It was the same kind of peacefulness they felt went in the dark water. the same feeling that they belong. Suddenly, their lungs contracted, heaving forward and vomiting every last bit of water they had in their lungs. No food had come up. They hadnt eaten. Lying there, they thought they were going to die. They thought the last thing they were see was the image of the cold, dry Riverclan floor because they were too late for themselves. But their body felt like it was glowing, pain starting to eb away as quickly as it came, they couldnt explain it. They thought they were simply going numb but it didnt have that same bitter cold feeling. It felt warm. Once dragged to Cricketpaws nest they could smell her familiar old scent still on the moss. They could feel Geckoleafs soothing words hum in their ears. They tried to sit up, eyes set on the door,"M-my patients I-" but they fell against the nest with another huff. Their mind was swirling. They could still hear the screams of cats who couldnt make it. They could still hear the boom of the thunder above them and how it rattled under their paws, shaking the ground and their chest. They could remember the lightning, how it flashed infront of their eyes like white fire. They could remember the water again. It was so loud, clashing against the hill. The small as Daypaw hit it and the coolness around their body. Daypaw cried. They hadnt cried in so long, they couldnt remember when they let it all out. It seemed to all build up in their head. The nightmares. The lack of sleep. The exhaustion. The hate they received for their gender. The lack of eating. The weakness in their body. No parents. No support. No mentor. No shoulder to cry on. Their father dying. Their mother not there. No loved ones who understood. No Cricketpaw. Cricketpaw. Cricketpaw. Daypaw wished they died. they wouldnt feel like this anymore. They sobbed, letting tears streak down their cheeks and onto the ground. Their lungs heaved, still sensitive. Everytime Daypaw caught their breath they let out another sob. Its as if this was all pent up for years and years coming. "I w-wanted t-to die Ge-cko," their voice cracked, followed along by another sob. They could barely catch their breath between sobs.They had the chance. They let go. They were saved. they were so close. so close.

Clover July 30th, 2017 02:15 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by woly (Post 336573)
It felt every time they let in a gulp of air their wind pipe vibrated, still full of water. Daypaw couldnt describe it, it was the weirdest feeling in the entire time they were alive. It was the same kind of peacefulness they felt went in the dark water. the same feeling that they belong. Suddenly, their lungs contracted, heaving forward and vomiting every last bit of water they had in their lungs. No food had come up. They hadnt eaten. Lying there, they thought they were going to die. They thought the last thing they were see was the image of the cold, dry Riverclan floor because they were too late for themselves. But their body felt like it was glowing, pain starting to eb away as quickly as it came, they couldnt explain it. They thought they were simply going numb but it didnt have that same bitter cold feeling. It felt warm. Once dragged to Cricketpaws nest they could smell her familiar old scent still on the moss. They could feel Geckoleafs soothing words hum in their ears. They tried to sit up, eyes set on the door,"M-my patients I-" but they fell against the nest with another huff. Their mind was swirling. They could still hear the screams of cats who couldnt make it. They could still hear the boom of the thunder above them and how it rattled under their paws, shaking the ground and their chest. They could remember the lightning, how it flashed infront of their eyes like white fire. They could remember the water again. It was so loud, clashing against the hill. The small as Daypaw hit it and the coolness around their body. Daypaw cried. They hadnt cried in so long, they couldnt remember when they let it all out. It seemed to all build up in their head. The nightmares. The lack of sleep. The exhaustion. The hate they received for their gender. The lack of eating. The weakness in their body. No parents. No support. No mentor. No shoulder to cry on. Their father dying. Their mother not there. No loved ones who understood. No Cricketpaw. Cricketpaw. Cricketpaw. Daypaw wished they died. they wouldnt feel like this anymore. They sobbed, letting tears streak down their cheeks and onto the ground. Their lungs heaved, still sensitive. Everytime Daypaw caught their breath they let out another sob. Its as if this was all pent up for years and years coming. "I w-wanted t-to die Ge-cko," their voice cracked, followed along by another sob. They could barely catch their breath between sobs.They had the chance. They let go. They were saved. they were so close. so close.
With small, jerky motions, Geckoleaf began to half-heartedly rock the apprentice, her tired muscles moving both of them back and forth, up and down, slightly, in a way a mother would calm their kit. The tears began to come; she could feel the shuddering in their chest, felt salty drops fall onto her fur. Gently, she nosed them off Daypaw's face, licking cleaning the fur even as more tears stained it salty. Their life had to have been so hard; so much discrimination, so much pain. So much all building up, cracking, like Geckoleaf had before. She understood it; maybe not exactly, but very close. Her own darkness, own sadness has been built behind a wall that came down, all at once, in a torrent of pure pain. The short breaths that they let out worried Geckoleaf; their lungs were undeniably weak, from extended time filled with water, along with exertion. "Day, you're not going anywhere. This is where you stay; with me. I know you want to die- want to go where you'll be free, with no pain. I've thought those same things, over and over, a self-deprecating loop. But you are staying here; I will give everything to keep you alive, my love." Her words were gentle but stern; she meant everything. Daypaw was so much like her; they had a past of abandonment and discrimination, something she had shared the experience of. But in a moment of reckless abandon, she felt a fierce feeling of maternal love swell within her, so bright and warm it seared at the edges of the void that had grown. "Daypaw, I love you, my sunshine; if I lost you, I would lose another one of my children. Even if the code says I cannot have my own kits, it never said I couldn't have my own children, adopted as you may be. I love you, Day, my little ray of hope; can you stay here, even just for me?" Geckoleaf mewed quietly, her cheek pressed against the damp one of the apprentice. "If you'll let me, I can be your mother and your mentor, your shoulder to cry on and your friend to turn to. If you'll let me only, my dearest."

graves July 30th, 2017 02:36 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by Clover (Post 336577)


With small, jerky motions, Geckoleaf began to half-heartedly rock the apprentice, her tired muscles moving both of them back and forth, up and down, slightly, in a way a mother would calm their kit. The tears began to come; she could feel the shuddering in their chest, felt salty drops fall onto her fur. Gently, she nosed them off Daypaw's face, licking cleaning the fur even as more tears stained it salty. Their life had to have been so hard; so much discrimination, so much pain. So much all building up, cracking, like Geckoleaf had before. She understood it; maybe not exactly, but very close. Her own darkness, own sadness has been built behind a wall that came down, all at once, in a torrent of pure pain. The short breaths that they let out worried Geckoleaf; their lungs were undeniably weak, from extended time filled with water, along with exertion. "Day, you're not going anywhere. This is where you stay; with me. I know you want to die- want to go where you'll be free, with no pain. I've thought those same things, over and over, a self-deprecating loop. But you are staying here; I will give everything to keep you alive, my love." Her words were gentle but stern; she meant everything. Daypaw was so much like her; they had a past of abandonment and discrimination, something she had shared the experience of. But in a moment of reckless abandon, she felt a fierce feeling of maternal love swell within her, so bright and warm it seared at the edges of the void that had grown. "Daypaw, I love you, my sunshine; if I lost you, I would lose another one of my children. Even if the code says I cannot have my own kits, it never said I couldn't have my own children, adopted as you may be. I love you, Day, my little ray of hope; can you stay here, even just for me?" Geckoleaf mewed quietly, her cheek pressed against the damp one of the apprentice. "If you'll let me, I can be your mother and your mentor, your shoulder to cry on and your friend to turn to. If you'll let me only, my dearest."
They buried their face into Geckoleafs fur. They curled in on themselves, looking so much smaller. They wanted to hide away, they wanted to curl up under a queen like a kit and forget their worries. They missed when things were so much simpler, so much kinder, so much brighter. back then Daypaw didnt have nightmares, they could eat without feeling the need to throw it up, they didnt stress about over working themselves. They werent alone. If seemed as Daypaw grew older cats were taken out of their lives. Their father had died, and they had pushed their mother away because of their own petty. They pushed away their siblings in fear that they were a burden. When they grew close to another apprentice named Auttumpaw, she only harassed them once becoming a medcat. Your gender isnt real! Thinking youre so special. The nightmares. The echos. They couldnt even leave the territory without having a guard with them, it was embarrassing to say the least. But Daypaw didnt comaplin about any of that stuff, they let it slide and kept it bottled up, instead covering it up with snarky comments and a aggressive exterior. They did it to push cats away in fear of losing them. They couldnt catch their breath, it felt like everything was closing in on them at once. Every bad memory, every harsh word, every injury they had ever felt. They were beyond innocent. They had their own blood on their claws. It made them feel like a momster, no better then the insults they would say to them self. They wished they had somebody. They often spent their days looking towards the den was for hours, looking over every herb. If they werent doing that, they were sitting in the clearing. Glaring at any cat that glanced at them for them to not approach them. It was a defensive type thing. When really, all they wanted was validation. Love. Nutriment. What was shocking is that they were only an apprentice. around 8 moons old. They were so young yet they said that they wanted to die. Their sobbing quieted down once hearing Geckoleafs words. Broken amber hues stared at her for a moment, uncertain. They didnt know if they should let another cat into their life. They didnt know if they would just feel the same pain again if they lost the older molly. For once, Daypaw pushed passed their pride and insecurity. They needed her They needed this. They needed someone to talk to, someone to cry infront of, someone to be there. Someone. Their throat burned, so instead they gave a small whimper and a nod, calming down. "I love you." it was all they could say for how they felt. No one had ever been for them like this, it was a new feeling in general and Daypaw was scared to take that risk again by becoming close with another cat. But Daypaw needed this. Geckoleaf needed them. They needed eachother.

Hexict July 30th, 2017 12:48 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
@Clover idk if you want to stop this roleplay for now due to Day & Gecko roleplay or if you want to roleplay both of them? i'm fine either way :3

Confusion crossed the Starclan tom's face as Geckoleaf whispered a couple of words. He leaned a bit closer, her voice seemed weakened due to the lack of care she had for herself. The numb look in her orbs gave away her deteriorating self. That she was falling apart. That she had finally snapped after the witnessing her apprentice's death - a young apprentice whom she viewed as her own kit. Of course she would be... well, damaged after such an incident. Although Northpath didn't see anyone as his own kit - though that may be due to a his young death - the tom knew he would be a mess if Zerosight had been murdered that night instead of himself. He wasn't sure how he would have recovered from something like that, get back his paws and serve Thunderclan as their sole medicine cat... the thought sent a subconscious shiver to race through his body.

But he was aware that Geckoleaf had it worse... she already had a fragile state of mind prior to the incident.

The grey tabby had always respected the medicine cat of Riverclan, and he considered Cricketpaw his friend, so he felt sorrow seeing Geckoleaf like this. He never thought about something like this happening to a medicine cat. But of course it would, they see death so much.... Northpath felt slight ease thinking that he didn't have to live through this, that he never had to go through a break down. Not being able to tell the difference between reality or the insanity-inducing nightmares and visions that Geckoleaf had tried to suppress for moons now. Such visions had become this molly's reality. She couldn't escape from it in the state that she was at, she was unable to recover from everything she had seen and endured for so long. How could he possibly do anything to help her? Maybe it would be best if he left this to someone else? Maybe he should talk to someone... someone whom might be able to actually be of some help? The tom had always doubted himself, never believing himself good enough for much.

So he wouldn't be good enough to help with Geckoleaf, and wouldn't be good enough for all these responsibilities, right?

Ears twitched when she only gathered up the energy to address him by the prefix of his name. He was a bit surprised by that she would use such an informal way to call to him, but he reminded himself that she was weakened from days of ignoring her own health. This molly was starving herself, neglecting the things that needed to survive. No matter how important she was to her clan, or those around her, she seemed too lost in the darkness she was left in to even try to find her way out. Noticing that the usually bright colored molly had more to say, the darker cat - whom seemed lighter due to the shimmering stars embedded into his pelt - leaned closer to hear her feeble words. Northpath stiffened when he heard her following words, and instinctively pulled back as he was taken aback.

In all honesty, Northpath had been expecting her to have turned her back onto Starclan after they had just sat back and allowed her apprentice to be killed by some Syndicate psycho. Even North himself found that he held anger towards their ancestors, even if he was a part of them now he still found that he was angered. ... Maybe it had something to due with that fact that he had shared a similar fate with Cricketpaw? Had Starclan sat back and let him die as well? Surely they had seen these death coming? The tom had come to terms with his own death and had been this way not too long after his death... but he still found himself upset over Cricketpaw's death. Perhaps it was because he had only the power to watch instead of help her, the tom had become a medicine cat apprentice since he always wished to help those in need whether it was inconvenient for him or not. But he couldn't help Cricketpaw - but Starclan is so strong, surely they could have done something to stop it?

Despite living in Starclan, he still had a lot to learn about the clans' ancestors.

There was strange relief in hearing her desperate whisper for help. Not in a sadistic sense that he liked seeing her this - of course not in that sort of way! - but more because she was willing to get help and wanted to be helped. This will make it a lot easier, he let out an inward sigh of relief, but hoped that Geckoleaf didn't catch it in case she took it the wrong way. He offered a small but weak smile in an effort to give her some comfort. "Don't worry, that's what I' here for. I'll try to help you as much as I can..." Northpath's gaze slipped away as he found it difficult to think up what to say. "I'm glad to see that you want some help though - that means a lot, you know you need help and are willing to accept it. That means that this should be easier, and hopefully quicker," the deceased tom added, waving his tail as he did so. He still felt nervous about the whole thing and knew that if he messed up then it would only make the molly before him even worse... and he definitely didn't want that. He honestly wanted to help her. He wanted to help her back to her paws and to recover so she could take care of her clan. As he thought about that, Northpath felt a twinge in his stomach.

Was that... jealousy?

Quickly shaking his head, he moved on. This wasn't the time for such an emotion. So what if he couldn't care for his clan? That he had been killed and wouldn't be able to become a full medicine cat? Right now he couldn't have such pitiful thoughts and must focus on something more important than that. Flicking his tail, Northpath stepped a bit closer to Geckoleaf. "Come on, if you can get up perhaps we can go to the river? It may make you more comfortable to be around something familiar," he hoped that it was the right call to move towards one of the rivers. He crouched down beside her in order to help her to her paws. The grey tabby offered his shoulder for her to lean on. He was aware that she was weak, but he doubted anything they did here would do her harm. So moving shouldn't be all that bad - it would be a strain for the weakened molly, but that was about it.

(lol, it's fine - in my head i was actually picturing Mist trying to get Gecko to eat but failed
also long post, sorry!)

Clover July 30th, 2017 07:31 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by woly (Post 336583)
They buried their face into Geckoleafs fur. They curled in on themselves, looking so much smaller. They wanted to hide away, they wanted to curl up under a queen like a kit and forget their worries. They missed when things were so much simpler, so much kinder, so much brighter. back then Daypaw didnt have nightmares, they could eat without feeling the need to throw it up, they didnt stress about over working themselves. They werent alone. If seemed as Daypaw grew older cats were taken out of their lives. Their father had died, and they had pushed their mother away because of their own petty. They pushed away their siblings in fear that they were a burden. When they grew close to another apprentice named Auttumpaw, she only harassed them once becoming a medcat. Your gender isnt real! Thinking youre so special. The nightmares. The echos. They couldnt even leave the territory without having a guard with them, it was embarrassing to say the least. But Daypaw didnt comaplin about any of that stuff, they let it slide and kept it bottled up, instead covering it up with snarky comments and a aggressive exterior. They did it to push cats away in fear of losing them. They couldnt catch their breath, it felt like everything was closing in on them at once. Every bad memory, every harsh word, every injury they had ever felt. They were beyond innocent. They had their own blood on their claws. It made them feel like a momster, no better then the insults they would say to them self. They wished they had somebody. They often spent their days looking towards the den was for hours, looking over every herb. If they werent doing that, they were sitting in the clearing. Glaring at any cat that glanced at them for them to not approach them. It was a defensive type thing. When really, all they wanted was validation. Love. Nutriment. What was shocking is that they were only an apprentice. around 8 moons old. They were so young yet they said that they wanted to die. Their sobbing quieted down once hearing Geckoleafs words. Broken amber hues stared at her for a moment, uncertain. They didnt know if they should let another cat into their life. They didnt know if they would just feel the same pain again if they lost the older molly. For once, Daypaw pushed passed their pride and insecurity. They needed her They needed this. They needed someone to talk to, someone to cry infront of, someone to be there. Someone. Their throat burned, so instead they gave a small whimper and a nod, calming down. "I love you." it was all they could say for how they felt. No one had ever been for them like this, it was a new feeling in general and Daypaw was scared to take that risk again by becoming close with another cat. But Daypaw needed this. Geckoleaf needed them. They needed eachother.
She held them close, continuing to softly clean their fur, as a queen might do to a distressed kit. Their fur tickled her nose and whiskers, but still, she groomed them, the golden pelt becoming even more radiant. Once the fur gleamed, she quit, listening to the raw rasp that came from Daypaw's throat, a painful sound that she barely made out as "I love you." She smiled at that, pressing her nose against Daypaw's in an act of motherly love, for just a moment, before pulling back, surveying their body one more time to make sure their condition was stable. They still seemed a bit cold, but far further from hypothermia. Her next worry was the bruises and cuts that spattered their sides; especially the missing claw, an injury that could easily become infected. So, accessing her strange ability again, she harnessed it to first calm the nerves leading to the toe; it would undeniably be painful if they had to feel it growing in. With a little bit of effort, she urged the keratin shell to grow first, then the fleshy inside, until the claw was barely long enough to sustain itself. Geckoleaf let out a tired huff; it took some of her own energy to heal others, but she was still feeling okay. "Now, I have to pack your wounds; stay still, alright, sunshine?" she mewed, uncurling from around them, slowly, be careful to not disturb them. Moving the few feet to her herb wall, she pulled one of the packets she had described to Daypaw out of a long, skinny crack, pulling it over to the nest, and unwrapping the leaves. Inside was a bundle of herbs, used for healing. Taking the ferns, she cleaned blood and dirt out of all the scratched, then licked the remaining blood off. After, she chewed up the goldenrod, gumweed, and marigold into a thick poultice, carefully packing it into each separate cut and gash. Afterward, she wrapped each with a thick layer of cobwebs, then pinning the bandages with catch burrs. She surveyed her work with a keen eye; it seemed secure and tight, and wouldn't shift if Daypaw moved. Once again, Geckoleaf stepped lightly into the nest, and curled back around them, hoping to stave off the remnants of hypothermia. "Better? You can have the poppy seeds if you want. But only two."

graves July 30th, 2017 11:31 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 337198)


She held them close, continuing to softly clean their fur, as a queen might do to a distressed kit. Their fur tickled her nose and whiskers, but still, she groomed them, the golden pelt becoming even more radiant. Once the fur gleamed, she quit, listening to the raw rasp that came from Daypaw's throat, a painful sound that she barely made out as "I love you." She smiled at that, pressing her nose against Daypaw's in an act of motherly love, for just a moment, before pulling back, surveying their body one more time to make sure their condition was stable. They still seemed a bit cold, but far further from hypothermia. Her next worry was the bruises and cuts that spattered their sides; especially the missing claw, an injury that could easily become infected. So, accessing her strange ability again, she harnessed it to first calm the nerves leading to the toe; it would undeniably be painful if they had to feel it growing in. With a little bit of effort, she urged the keratin shell to grow first, then the fleshy inside, until the claw was barely long enough to sustain itself. Geckoleaf let out a tired huff; it took some of her own energy to heal others, but she was still feeling okay. "Now, I have to pack your wounds; stay still, alright, sunshine?" she mewed, uncurling from around them, slowly, be careful to not disturb them. Moving the few feet to her herb wall, she pulled one of the packets she had described to Daypaw out of a long, skinny crack, pulling it over to the nest, and unwrapping the leaves. Inside was a bundle of herbs, used for healing. Taking the ferns, she cleaned blood and dirt out of all the scratched, then licked the remaining blood off. After, she chewed up the goldenrod, gumweed, and marigold into a thick poultice, carefully packing it into each separate cut and gash. Afterward, she wrapped each with a thick layer of cobwebs, then pinning the bandages with catch burrs. She surveyed her work with a keen eye; it seemed secure and tight, and wouldn't shift if Daypaw moved. Once again, Geckoleaf stepped lightly into the nest, and curled back around them, hoping to stave off the remnants of hypothermia. "Better? You can have the poppy seeds if you want. But only two."
They felt that same weird feeling of warmness throughout their body. It wasnt harmful or unwelcome but...usual. Geckoleaf hadnt even taken out herbs yet and they were feeling better quickly, their paw starting to sooth from where the claw was ripped from its place. They felt a stinging sensation, making them grit their teeth slightly. All they knew is that they were feeling better. Minutes ago, Daypaws lungs had been filled with water, they had been so cold and dirty, and now they were warm, breathing stably and fine? They hadnt witnessed powers before, but they knew Starclan werent greedy when it came to giving gifts. It was a weird feeling to be honest, to be cared for. They were a medcat with no real cat to look up to, so they werent really used to just..sitting back and being cared for. They werent sure if they liked it or not. They gave a small purr at the herbs placed on their wounds, eyeing everything Geckoleaf was doing. Even if they couldnt do anything at the moment, everything was a learning moment. Normally they would have clawed a cats ear off for trying to care for them. They didnt like showing weakness infront of anybody, it made them antsy. It was one of the reasons they were always on guard. But they stayed quiet, letting Geckoleaf curl around them. They shook their head to the poppy seeds. They figured more and more victims of the flood were going to be coming in any moment and they would need them more. But Daypaw was blunt and curious, turning to face Geckoleaf,"How did you heal me so fast?"

Clover July 31st, 2017 04:34 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by woly (Post 337548)
They felt that same weird feeling of warmness throughout their body. It wasnt harmful or unwelcome but...usual. Geckoleaf hadnt even taken out herbs yet and they were feeling better quickly, their paw starting to sooth from where the claw was ripped from its place. They felt a stinging sensation, making them grit their teeth slightly. All they knew is that they were feeling better. Minutes ago, Daypaws lungs had been filled with water, they had been so cold and dirty, and now they were warm, breathing stably and fine? They hadnt witnessed powers before, but they knew Starclan werent greedy when it came to giving gifts. It was a weird feeling to be honest, to be cared for. They were a medcat with no real cat to look up to, so they werent really used to just..sitting back and being cared for. They werent sure if they liked it or not. They gave a small purr at the herbs placed on their wounds, eyeing everything Geckoleaf was doing. Even if they couldnt do anything at the moment, everything was a learning moment. Normally they would have clawed a cats ear off for trying to care for them. They didn't like showing weakness in front of anybody, it made them antsy. It was one of the reasons they were always on guard. But they stayed quiet, letting Geckoleaf curl around them. They shook their head to the poppy seeds. They figured more and more victims of the flood were going to be coming in any moment and they would need them more. But Daypaw was blunt and curious, turning to face Geckoleaf,"How did you heal me so fast?"
She watched them refuse the poppy seeds, and sighed; they clearly were saving them for flood patients. Thing is, she would have done the same; in times of pain, she could simply manipulate her own body to stop receiving pain signals. She was honestly a bit surprised at how docile and relaxed Daypaw was while she cared for them; among the medicine cats, they had the reputation of being the feistiest of the five of them, and them simply allowing her to care for them was a bit out of character. Whatever the golden enby was going through at that very moment had to be of such magnitude to simply allow Geckoleaf to pamper them. The question didn't surprise her; even a ruthless Dusk Syndicate healer, untrained as they were, would be able to tell that she had healed Daypaw shockingly fast; the quick rise in body temperature of clearing of their lungs, for example. Geckoleaf's ears twitched, and she smiled slightly; she trusted them enough to share this rather guarded secret. "I can assure you it's not because I'm a fantastic medicine cat, or have some amazing healing herbs; instead, I manipulate your body to do the healing for me. It's a... a gift or a power. I could heal your every cut; make your scars fade and grow in new claws. But I couldn't hurt you; couldn't cut off blood flow or make your bones dissolve. So I used on you; I really don't think you would've made it if I didn't. You were suffering from mild hypothermia, anemia, and symptoms of hypoxia. Plus, those wounds would just keep bleeding if I didn't help. Were you submerged under water at some point, sunshine?" she mewed in response, her ending inquiry soft and worried. If Daypaw had experienced trauma, cranial or not, she'd want to know.

graves July 31st, 2017 05:12 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 338112)


She watched them refuse the poppy seeds, and sighed; they clearly were saving them for flood patients. Thing is, she would have done the same; in times of pain, she could simply manipulate her own body to stop receiving pain signals. She was honestly a bit surprised at how docile and relaxed Daypaw was while she cared for them; among the medicine cats, they had the reputation of being the feistiest of the five of them, and them simply allowing her to care for them was a bit out of character. Whatever the golden enby was going through at that very moment had to be of such magnitude to simply allow Geckoleaf to pamper them. The question didn't surprise her; even a ruthless Dusk Syndicate healer, untrained as they were, would be able to tell that she had healed Daypaw shockingly fast; the quick rise in body temperature of clearing of their lungs, for example. Geckoleaf's ears twitched, and she smiled slightly; she trusted them enough to share this rather guarded secret. "I can assure you it's not because I'm a fantastic medicine cat, or have some amazing healing herbs; instead, I manipulate your body to do the healing for me. It's a... a gift or a power. I could heal your every cut; make your scars fade and grow in new claws. But I couldn't hurt you; couldn't cut off blood flow or make your bones dissolve. So I used on you; I really don't think you would've made it if I didn't. You were suffering from mild hypothermia, anemia, and symptoms of hypoxia. Plus, those wounds would just keep bleeding if I didn't help. Were you submerged under water at some point, sunshine?" she mewed in response, her ending inquiry soft and worried. If Daypaw had experienced trauma, cranial or not, she'd want to know.
They knew it had to be some sort of power, despite Daypaws lack of training they could tell they were healing to fast. They looked at the ground at her question. Everything came swirling back. They had just rescued every last of their patients from their den, carrying them up and down the hill over and over again. They could still feel the rain hitting their pelt as they walked through the fast paced water, one wrong step and they were gone. How they sprang from the water and into the hill, they could still feel how the cold mud felt between their toes. In that moment it felt as everything were against them. The rain pouring on them in the opposite direction they were climbing, the wind howling that still echoed in Daypaws ears. The subtle breeze through their fur as they fell. It was like they were in the eye of a storm when falling. They felt as light as a feather, but came crashing back into reality when they were submerged into the ice cold water. It made them shiver. They could remember seeing their mother, their father..Cricketpaw. The water felt so nice. Daypaw could feel nothing when underwater, the cold making their body feel numb as they closed their eyes. They looked back to Geckoleaf, eyes watering. They werent going to cry again. Refused. "I fell off of a mudslide into the water, couldn't reach the top." I didnt want to reach the top. They were going to let go off the rock. They did let go, too. But Minkpaw saved them. Daypaw suddenly felt tired. Not physically tired but just. emotionally tired. It was a lot for one day. They glanced at the exit of the den again,"I saved every last cat that was in my den. I hope theyre alright." Daypaw wasnt there to bring them to Riverclan. They were knit picky with what cats did with their patients, and Daypaw wasnt there to help the rest of Shadowclan right now. "I should be back on the mudslide helping them."

Clover August 1st, 2017 01:14 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by woly (Post 338146)
They knew it had to be some sort of power, despite Daypaws lack of training they could tell they were healing to fast. They looked at the ground at her question. Everything came swirling back. They had just rescued every last of their patients from their den, carrying them up and down the hill over and over again. They could still feel the rain hitting their pelt as they walked through the fast paced water, one wrong step and they were gone. How they sprang from the water and into the hill, they could still feel how the cold mud felt between their toes. In that moment it felt as everything were against them. The rain pouring on them in the opposite direction they were climbing, the wind howling that still echoed in Daypaws ears. The subtle breeze through their fur as they fell. It was like they were in the eye of a storm when falling. They felt as light as a feather, but came crashing back into reality when they were submerged into the ice cold water. It made them shiver. They could remember seeing their mother, their father..Cricketpaw. The water felt so nice. Daypaw could feel nothing when underwater, the cold making their body feel numb as they closed their eyes. They looked back to Geckoleaf, eyes watering. They werent going to cry again. Refused. "I fell off of a mudslide into the water, couldn't reach the top." I didnt want to reach the top. They were going to let go off the rock. They did let go, too. But Minkpaw saved them. Daypaw suddenly felt tired. Not physically tired but just. emotionally tired. It was a lot for one day. They glanced at the exit of the den again,"I saved every last cat that was in my den. I hope theyre alright." Daypaw wasnt there to bring them to Riverclan. They were knit picky with what cats did with their patients, and Daypaw wasn't there to help the rest of Shadowclan right now. "I should be back on the mudslide helping them."
Sometimes, Geckoleaf felt like after she healed someone using her odd power she could literally read their mind; not really, but it certainly made her feel more intimate with said person since she'd had a peek into their body, their true makeup. And now, she felt that with Daypaw; a niggling feeling told her at the back of her mind that they were hiding how much it really had affected them. But she didn't pry; they would share what they were comfortable with sharing. She was here mostly to help them heal; to allow them a safe place to vent and be themselves, and to receive training, too. She gave them a soft nuzzle; they were obviously upset from earlier, from their plunge into the water. Although Geckoleaf could swim, and relatively well, she knew that none of the other clans could; she could barely imagine the feeling of drowning, being sucked under the raging current, water rushing into your throat and lungs and gagging you. She shuddered slightly; in rivers, lakes, and the ocean, she was hardly helpless, and instead thrived in the currents and eddies, enjoying the challenge of fighting against something stronger than yourself. She glanced down at the golden enby she has curled around; they seemed shaken, and the words about their patients seemed genuine. Geckoleaf then listened to the last statement, and a sudden growl rumbled lowly in the back of her throat. Daypaw was far too weak to go back out there, no matter how much they may have wanted to. "No, Daypaw. You have to stay here until you heal; if you go out there, you will die. Your body is too weak; even if you can't feel the pain, it's still there," she replied, gruffly, understanding why Daypaw wanted to go, but definitely not letting them. "I can't lose you like I lost Cricket, like how I lost Arctic. Just... don't, okay sunshine?"

graves August 1st, 2017 02:56 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 338575)


Sometimes, Geckoleaf felt like after she healed someone using her odd power she could literally read their mind; not really, but it certainly made her feel more intimate with said person since she'd had a peek into their body, their true makeup. And now, she felt that with Daypaw; a niggling feeling told her at the back of her mind that they were hiding how much it really had affected them. But she didn't pry; they would share what they were comfortable with sharing. She was here mostly to help them heal; to allow them a safe place to vent and be themselves, and to receive training, too. She gave them a soft nuzzle; they were obviously upset from earlier, from their plunge into the water. Although Geckoleaf could swim, and relatively well, she knew that none of the other clans could; she could barely imagine the feeling of drowning, being sucked under the raging current, water rushing into your throat and lungs and gagging you. She shuddered slightly; in rivers, lakes, and the ocean, she was hardly helpless, and instead thrived in the currents and eddies, enjoying the challenge of fighting against something stronger than yourself. She glanced down at the golden enby she has curled around; they seemed shaken, and the words about their patients seemed genuine. Geckoleaf then listened to the last statement, and a sudden growl rumbled lowly in the back of her throat. Daypaw was far too weak to go back out there, no matter how much they may have wanted to. "No, Daypaw. You have to stay here until you heal; if you go out there, you will die. Your body is too weak; even if you can't feel the pain, it's still there," she replied, gruffly, understanding why Daypaw wanted to go, but definitely not letting them. "I can't lose you like I lost Cricket, like how I lost Arctic. Just... don't, okay sunshine?"
Daypaw let their gaze set on the ground. They knew they were weak, their lungs felt tired simply from breathing. They could still feel a slight sting down their throat from throwing up the water. They could barely standup, much less go back to carrying patients up and down the mudslide. "Cats are dying, Gecko. Right at this moment, a life is being taken away." their voice cracked slightly, the their normal blunt tone was back in use. They werent getting angry, just slightly antsy at the thought. The rain loomed outside still. It made them think about what was happening right now. The rain.The water. The thunder. The lightning. The coldness.The mud. Morningpath, how he slipped away so easily. Daypaw could still see cats washing away, cats being suffocated by the mud. It made a chill run down Daypaws spin. Surely Gecko could understand where they were coming from, she was a medcat after all. "My clan needs me." they would work themselves to their breaking point if it meant another life was saved, if it meant Daypaw didnt have to watch another cat die infront of them. They sat up and everything hit them at once. Their head was booming, their vision dizzy in a haze as they looked at the den exit. Their paw still ached, wincing when they put weight on it. Thier body felt weak in general, shaking slightly to even sit up right. They hadnt even eaten within the past few days, lines in their fur showed their ribs. They panted, it was obviously taking a toll on them to even sit up. They looked back towards Geckoleaf for a moment. And Daypaw realized they were doing it again. They were pushing away another cat who had been so kind in every single way, physically and emotionally. She didnt have to comfort Daypaw, all she had to do was heal them and move onto a another cat, nothing more. But she took her time to spend it with them. They sighed. Settling down instead, curling back against Geckoleafs side, an annoyed look on their face. They werent happy about it-but theyd stay. "Fine."

Charmer August 2nd, 2017 02:06 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
@Clover
@woly

Lucky woke up from her rest in the Riverclan medicine den, the pungent smell of fish and water in her nose. She still wasn't used to that scent, and it made her appreciate the piney, earth scent of Shadowclan territory. She had made it here after the floor with help from Daypaw, Ebonymist, and Goldeneye and miraculously had managed to slightly aggravate her shoulder wound. According to the Riverclan medicine cat, "Geckoleaf" it was inflamed, but amazingly not reopened. Her recovery was still right on schedule. She rested her head on her paws with a sigh. Out of one medicine den and into another.

Clover August 2nd, 2017 02:17 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by woly (Post 338585)
Daypaw let their gaze set on the ground. They knew they were weak, their lungs felt tired simply from breathing. They could still feel a slight sting down their throat from throwing up the water. They could barely standup, much less go back to carrying patients up and down the mudslide. "Cats are dying, Gecko. Right at this moment, a life is being taken away." their voice cracked slightly, the their normal blunt tone was back in use. They werent getting angry, just slightly antsy at the thought. The rain loomed outside still. It made them think about what was happening right now. The rain.The water. The thunder. The lightning. The coldness.The mud. Morningpath, how he slipped away so easily. Daypaw could still see cats washing away, cats being suffocated by the mud. It made a chill run down Daypaws spin. Surely Gecko could understand where they were coming from, she was a medcat after all. "My clan needs me." they would work themselves to their breaking point if it meant another life was saved, if it meant Daypaw didnt have to watch another cat die infront of them. They sat up and everything hit them at once. Their head was booming, their vision dizzy in a haze as they looked at the den exit. Their paw still ached, wincing when they put weight on it. Thier body felt weak in general, shaking slightly to even sit up right. They hadn't even eaten within the past few days, lines in their fur showed their ribs. They panted, it was obviously taking a toll on them to even sit up. They looked back towards Geckoleaf for a moment. And Daypaw realized they were doing it again. They were pushing away another cat who had been so kind in every single way, physically and emotionally. She didn't have to comfort Daypaw, all she had to do was heal them and move onto an another cat, nothing more. But she took her time to spend it with them. They sighed. Settling down instead, curling back against Geckoleafs side, an annoyed look on their face. They weren't happy about it but they'd stay. "Fine."
Her eyes were deep with concern, knowing that Daypaw would gladly tromp right back into the water, slog through mud and sleet just to save an elder, to heal a paw. She let out a sigh; keeping Daypaw contained until they were healed would be quite the ordeal. At the least, she could begin to train them in the more delicate, advanced ways of healing. She spied the annoyed look on their face, and suppressed a huff; they'd just have to learn when to contain themselves but at the moment, that seemed far ways away. "Daypaw, I know that ShadowClan needs you, that your patients need healing. And that's why you have to stay here; if you try to go back up that hill, you will die. Your body was giving out, and even still you'll barely pull through. But exerting it... your lungs would fail from overuse, your wounds would open up, and you'd probably die from hypoxia. Just give it a break; you can still use your mind, right? I can still train you from here," she mewed, quietly, lips pursed. The thing is, she knew that, in their position, she'd run right back out into the frey, pull as many cats up through the water as she could, dive into the river and nearly suffocate to help those who couldn't swim. And to be forced to stay still, in a warm, dry den, would be infuriating. But Geckoleaf couldn't change Daypaw's biology to make them a supercat; she could only try to keep them alive. "Okay?"

Clover August 2nd, 2017 02:23 PM
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Originally Posted by Charmer (Post 339905)
@Clover
@woly

Lucky woke up from her rest in the Riverclan medicine den, the pungent smell of fish and water in her nose. She still wasn't used to that scent, and it made her appreciate the piney, earth scent of Shadowclan territory. She had made it here after the floor with help from Daypaw, Ebonymist, and Goldeneye and miraculously had managed to slightly aggravate her shoulder wound. According to the Riverclan medicine cat, "Geckoleaf" it was inflamed, but amazingly not reopened. Her recovery was still right on schedule. She rested her head on her paws with a sigh. Out of one medicine den and into another.
Ears perking at her name, Geckoleaf rose, stiffly, and padded over to her patient, ears twitching lightly. "What seems to be the problem, Lucky?" she mewed, her tail swishing in anticipation of what seemed wrong. She surveyed the solid black molly, looking for the source of discomfort. She found what might have been it, but Lucky would have to verify; the shoulder wound, swollen and red, the skin stretched and shiny.

Charmer August 2nd, 2017 02:55 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 339926)


Ears perking at her name, Geckoleaf rose, stiffly, and padded over to her patient, ears twitching lightly. "What seems to be the problem, Lucky?" she mewed, her tail swishing in anticipation of what seemed wrong. She surveyed the solid black molly, looking for the source of discomfort. She found what might have been it, but Lucky would have to verify; the shoulder wound, swollen and red, the skin stretched and shiny.
@woly
"Oh I'm doing fine all in all," Lucky said, not wanting to complain to much, "My shoulder is feeling the slightest bit stiff, but that's probably just from the trek from Shadowclan, right?" Lucky asked, nervousness creeping into her voice. Daypaw said it was healing well back at Shadowclan, but they were worried about it opening up so they had me staying in the den. Lucky began to unconsciously look around at her own mention of Daypaw. She hadn't seen pelt nor tail of the medicine cat since the evacuation. They're probably busy helping all the other cats, Lucky reasoned, kneading the earth anxiously as she tried to reassure herself.

graves August 2nd, 2017 04:00 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 339916)

Her eyes were deep with concern, knowing that Daypaw would gladly tromp right back into the water, slog through mud and sleet just to save an elder, to heal a paw. She let out a sigh; keeping Daypaw contained until they were healed would be quite the ordeal. At the least, she could begin to train them in the more delicate, advanced ways of healing. She spied the annoyed look on their face, and suppressed a huff; they'd just have to learn when to contain themselves but at the moment, that seemed far ways away. "Daypaw, I know that ShadowClan needs you, that your patients need healing. And that's why you have to stay here; if you try to go back up that hill, you will die. Your body was giving out, and even still you'll barely pull through. But exerting it... your lungs would fail from overuse, your wounds would open up, and you'd probably die from hypoxia. Just give it a break; you can still use your mind, right? I can still train you from here," she mewed, quietly, lips pursed. The thing is, she knew that, in their position, she'd run right back out into the frey, pull as many cats up through the water as she could, dive into the river and nearly suffocate to help those who couldn't swim. And to be forced to stay still, in a warm, dry den, would be infuriating. But Geckoleaf couldn't change Daypaw's biology to make them a supercat; she could only try to keep them alive. "Okay?"
"Okay." They gave a small huff, resting their head on Geckoleafs flank and closing their eyes. They tried not to think about it. They tried not to think of the storm, the water, the mud, the thunder, the lighting, the screaming, the crying. They tried to tune it all out. They were exhausted. They didnt like to sleep, tried to avoid it at all costs, but they needed it right now. They knew as soon that they fell asleep they would be greeted with a sleep depriving nightmare. But they tried not to think of it. Instead focusing on the fresh smell of herbs in the den that made their nose burn slightly in a good way, how dry and warm Geckoleafs pelt felt when they nuzzled their face in her thick fur. They had to rest. If they didnt, it would only delay the healing process which meant they would spend an even longer time in here. Their ears twitched, trying to block out the storm that was happening outside. They gave a small sigh, yawning,"Thank you," they paused for a moment in hesitation,"mom." They hadnt said that word in so long that it felt weird to say it. They didnt have the best relationship with their mother, often trying to avoid them at all costs. So Daypaw grew up raising themselves, its why they spoke older then what they were. It felt weird to be taken care of but perhaps they could get used to it.
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Originally Posted by Charmer (Post 339973)
@woly
"Oh I'm doing fine all in all," Lucky said, not wanting to complain to much, "My shoulder is feeling the slightest bit stiff, but that's probably just from the trek from Shadowclan, right?" Lucky asked, nervousness creeping into her voice. Daypaw said it was healing well back at Shadowclan, but they were worried about it opening up so they had me staying in the den. Lucky began to unconsciously look around at her own mention of Daypaw. She hadn't seen pelt nor tail of the medicine cat since the evacuation. They're probably busy helping all the other cats, Lucky reasoned, kneading the earth anxiously as she tried to reassure herself.
@Clover
Daypaw was sitting in the den at their own nest that Geckoleaf had rested them in. They couldnt heal anycat as of now, but Daypaw was icthing to atleast do something. The most they could do right now is simply watch and learn. They were an apprentice but never had an official mentor, so it often felt like Daypaw was their own cat without anyone to listen to. It would be weird learning for once, but it was all they could do at the moment. They were glad Lucky was safe though from the mudslide, it calmed them a bit. Lucky was a kittypet they had found in Shadowclan territory. Though Daypaw kept her shut away in the den so no one would really find out about her. "She has wounds on her side healing from a dog attack aswel, I would check to make sure those havent reopened from the flood." they interrupted. Even if Daypaw didnt show it, they were protective of the kittypet. Wanting to make sure she got every bit if treatment she needed. "I applied Goldenrod and Dock for now, but it probably came off during the storm." They didnt know many herbs, basic ones for soothing scratches and along those lines.

Charmer August 2nd, 2017 04:38 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by woly (Post 340056)

@Clover
Daypaw was sitting in the den at their own nest that Geckoleaf had rested them in. They couldnt heal anycat as of now, but Daypaw was icthing to atleast do something. The most they could do right now is simply watch and learn. They were an apprentice but never had an official mentor, so it often felt like Daypaw was their own cat without anyone to listen to. It would be weird learning for once, but it was all they could do at the moment. They were glad Lucky was safe though from the mudslide, it calmed them a bit. Lucky was a kittypet they had found in Shadowclan territory. Though Daypaw kept her shut away in the den so no one would really find out about her. "She has wounds on her side healing from a dog attack aswel, I would check to make sure those havent reopened from the flood." they interrupted. Even if Daypaw didnt show it, they were protective of the kittypet. Wanting to make sure she got every bit if treatment she needed. "I applied Goldenrod and Dock for now, but it probably came off during the storm." They didnt know many herbs, basic ones for soothing scratches and along those lines.
@Clover

Lucky's ears perked up and she whipped her head around, noticing the Shadowclan medicine cat for the first time, "DAYPAW!!!" Lucky yowled with glee at seeing the cat she regarded as her savior again. She began to clamber out of her nest to run and greet the enby, but had barely made it to her feet when her shoulder and side surged with fresh pain, and she sank back down, wincing. "I have so much to tell you!" the little shecat prattled on, "I met a cat named Goldeneye who said he was something called a deputy and-" Lucky suddenly stopped, noticing Daypaw's physical condition for the first time. "You're hurt?!" the black she-cat exclaimed in horror, again straining to get to her paws.

graves August 3rd, 2017 08:22 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Charmer (Post 340091)
@Clover

Lucky's ears perked up and she whipped her head around, noticing the Shadowclan medicine cat for the first time, "DAYPAW!!!" Lucky yowled with glee at seeing the cat she regarded as her savior again. She began to clamber out of her nest to run and greet the enby, but had barely made it to her feet when her shoulder and side surged with fresh pain, and she sank back down, wincing. "I have so much to tell you!" the little shecat prattled on, "I met a cat named Goldeneye who said he was something called a deputy and-" Lucky suddenly stopped, noticing Daypaw's physical condition for the first time. "You're hurt?!" the black she-cat exclaimed in horror, again straining to get to her paws.
Daypaw didnt like to admit they were hurt. They wanted to seem invincible, no sign of weakness. But they couldnt just push away almost dying. They couldnt push away falling down the mudslide. They couldnt push away the thoughts of the rain, the thunder, the screaming. They sighed,¨Im fine Lucky, dont worry about it."Their tone had the same roughness like usual. ¨Dont try to get out of your nest, youll only hurt yourself more."they wondered how Lucky had made it to Riverclan camp. At the mention of the deputy they internally groaned. Daypaw had been keeping Lucky under the radar for now until she decided what she wanted to do, not caring to tell Halestar or Goldeneye about it. They were sure they would hear something now.

Charmer August 3rd, 2017 09:31 PM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by woly (Post 341405)
Daypaw didnt like to admit they were hurt. They wanted to seem invincible, no sign of weakness. But they couldnt just push away almost dying. They couldnt push away falling down the mudslide. They couldnt push away the thoughts of the rain, the thunder, the screaming. They sighed,¨Im fine Lucky, dont worry about it."Their tone had the same roughness like usual. ¨Dont try to get out of your nest, youll only hurt yourself more."they wondered how Lucky had made it to Riverclan camp. At the mention of the deputy they internally groaned. Daypaw had been keeping Lucky under the radar for now until she decided what she wanted to do, not caring to tell Halestar or Goldeneye about it. They were sure they would hear something now.
Lucky hesitated but reluctantly sank back into the nest with a sullen, "Yes Daypaw." The enby said they were fine, but Lucky could pretty easily see that this was the farthest away she'd ever seen Daypaw from fine. But, if Daypaw needed to put on a brave face, Lucky wouldn't complain so long as the medicine cat here in Riverclan took proper care of Daypaw. Besides, Lucky was just itching to share her news with the Shadowclan medicine cat. "After you left, Ebonymist carried me to safety then set me on a boulder so that she could go help other cats. But then all the cats started to move toward Riverclan and I couldn't find you or Ebonymist anywhere. I thought I was a goner for sure, but then a tom named Goldeneye, who said he was something called a deputy, helped me the rest of the way here. And here's the crazy part: he asked me if I wanted to stay in Shadowclan!"

Clover August 5th, 2017 12:26 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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"Okay." They gave a small huff, resting their head on Geckoleafs flank and closing their eyes. They tried not to think about it. They tried not to think of the storm, the water, the mud, the thunder, the lighting, the screaming, the crying. They tried to tune it all out. They were exhausted. They didnt like to sleep, tried to avoid it at all costs, but they needed it right now. They knew as soon that they fell asleep they would be greeted with a sleep depriving nightmare. But they tried not to think of it. Instead focusing on the fresh smell of herbs in the den that made their nose burn slightly in a good way, how dry and warm Geckoleafs pelt felt when they nuzzled their face in her thick fur. They had to rest. If they didnt, it would only delay the healing process which meant they would spend an even longer time in here. Their ears twitched, trying to block out the storm that was happening outside. They gave a small sigh, yawning,"Thank you," they paused for a moment in hesitation,"mom." They hadnt said that word in so long that it felt weird to say it. They didnt have the best relationship with their mother, often trying to avoid them at all costs. So Daypaw grew up raising themselves, its why they spoke older then what they were. It felt weird to be taken care of but perhaps they could get used to it.
For a moment, her mind thought she heard Cricketpaw, skipping in from the clearing, laughing and grinning, calling her name, sometimes letting a "mother", or "mom" slip through. But it vanished just as quickly, a mirage wavering on the edge of her consciousness. Her blue eyes opened, and she stared down at Daypaw, wavering between whether to scream, cry, or nuzzle them gently. Could she really "adopt" another child; someone to fill the screaming void in her heart that so many had ripped out before? But she knew she couldn't just think of herself; she had to think of Daypaw. She knew they hadn't had an easy childhood, and now, being injured and wet, they certainly weren't having a break from it. Maybe they needed someone who could care for them, spoil them, or even just love them. "I'll sleep with you, sunshine. No nightmares will sneak past me, okay? And if they do, we'll fight them together." Geckoleaf knew it was a stupid, coddling thing to say, something appropriate more for a baby than an apprentice. But in the moment, she thought Daypaw would appreciate the sentiment, of knowing that someone was at least right there to help them. Gently, she curled her tail around Daypaw, her head resting against their neck, and waited for them to fall asleep.

Clover August 5th, 2017 12:30 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Charmer (Post 341479)
Lucky hesitated but reluctantly sank back into the nest with a sullen, "Yes Daypaw." The enby said they were fine, but Lucky could pretty easily see that this was the farthest away she'd ever seen Daypaw from fine. But, if Daypaw needed to put on a brave face, Lucky wouldn't complain so long as the medicine cat here in Riverclan took proper care of Daypaw. Besides, Lucky was just itching to share her news with the Shadowclan medicine cat. "After you left, Ebonymist carried me to safety then set me on a boulder so that she could go help other cats. But then all the cats started to move toward Riverclan and I couldn't find you or Ebonymist anywhere. I thought I was a goner for sure, but then a tom named Goldeneye, who said he was something called a deputy, helped me the rest of the way here. And here's the crazy part: he asked me if I wanted to stay in Shadowclan!"
"Get back here!"Geckoleaf exclaimed, exasperated, taking the half-chewed herbs over to Lucky, rubbing the near-watery paste onto the wound; it was a mix that would bring down the inflammation, fight infection, and help to numb pain. Making sure it was thoroughly applied, she backed off, sighing, and padded away to her herb storage, knowing the two excitable friends would want to make up after the flood.

graves August 5th, 2017 12:57 AM
Re: RiverClan Medicine's Cat Den
 
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Originally Posted by Charmer (Post 341479)
Lucky hesitated but reluctantly sank back into the nest with a sullen, "Yes Daypaw." The enby said they were fine, but Lucky could pretty easily see that this was the farthest away she'd ever seen Daypaw from fine. But, if Daypaw needed to put on a brave face, Lucky wouldn't complain so long as the medicine cat here in Riverclan took proper care of Daypaw. Besides, Lucky was just itching to share her news with the Shadowclan medicine cat. "After you left, Ebonymist carried me to safety then set me on a boulder so that she could go help other cats. But then all the cats started to move toward Riverclan and I couldn't find you or Ebonymist anywhere. I thought I was a goner for sure, but then a tom named Goldeneye, who said he was something called a deputy, helped me the rest of the way here. And here's the crazy part: he asked me if I wanted to stay in Shadowclan!"
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 342691)


"Get back here!"Geckoleaf exclaimed, exasperated, taking the half-chewed herbs over to Lucky, rubbing the near-watery paste onto the wound; it was a mix that would bring down the inflammation, fight infection, and help to numb pain. Making sure it was thoroughly applied, she backed off, sighing, and padded away to her herb storage, knowing the two excitable friends would want to make up after the flood.
Stay in Shadowclan? The thought crossed by Daypaws mind often. It seemed Lucky was fitting in well. They knew she would be a great addition to Shadowclan. She would be training to be a warrior, of course. The thought saddened Daypaw slightly. They didnt show it of course. But they enjoyed having Lucky constantly in the medcat den. Even if her jokes and puns were terrible, it made Daypaw feel less alone. But that would be selfish, to keep Lucky all to themself. ¨Have you decided if you wanted to join?¨ They would respect her desison either way. If it came down to it, Daypaw wouldnt mind walking Lucky back to her housefolk themself if thats what she wanted, even if Daypaw wanted her to stay. They looked up at Geckoleaf,¨She has trouble staying in her nest at times.¨
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For a moment, her mind thought she heard Cricketpaw, skipping in from the clearing, laughing and grinning, calling her name, sometimes letting a "mother", or "mom" slip through. But it vanished just as quickly, a mirage wavering on the edge of her consciousness. Her blue eyes opened, and she stared down at Daypaw, wavering between whether to scream, cry, or nuzzle them gently. Could she really "adopt" another child; someone to fill the screaming void in her heart that so many had ripped out before? But she knew she couldn't just think of herself; she had to think of Daypaw. She knew they hadn't had an easy childhood, and now, being injured and wet, they certainly weren't having a break from it. Maybe they needed someone who could care for them, spoil them, or even just love them. "I'll sleep with you, sunshine. No nightmares will sneak past me, okay? And if they do, we'll fight them together." Geckoleaf knew it was a stupid, coddling thing to say, something appropriate more for a baby than an apprentice. But in the moment, she thought Daypaw would appreciate the sentiment, of knowing that someone was at least right there to help them. Gently, she curled her tail around Daypaw, her head resting against their neck, and waited for them to fall asleep.
Daypaw couldnt think of when the last time they purred was. Things always seemed to be going so fast-so hectic that they could never truly relax. They have never felt so tired. But, they purred. They purred in pure contentment for the first time. They let their eyes flutter closed, their body relax under Geckoleafs touch. They didnt have a guard up, they didnt think about how many cats would need treatment in the morning. For right now they focused how dry they felt. How the herbs Geckoleaf had placed into their wounds were soothing them already. How the mollys fur felt softer then any nest, they burred there face in it. It as the first time they had ever been truly cared for. Someone to look after them for once. For Daypaw to be loved. Their breath grew softer, slowly going limp into a deep slumber. Their body didnt twitch, didnt shake, instead all you could feel were the small breaths they let out and the rise and fall of their sides. For the first time, they had a dreamless sleep.

Charmer August 5th, 2017 12:47 PM
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Stay in Shadowclan? The thought crossed by Daypaws mind often. It seemed Lucky was fitting in well. They knew she would be a great addition to Shadowclan. She would be training to be a warrior, of course. The thought saddened Daypaw slightly. They didnt show it of course. But they enjoyed having Lucky constantly in the medcat den. Even if her jokes and puns were terrible, it made Daypaw feel less alone. But that would be selfish, to keep Lucky all to themself. ¨Have you decided if you wanted to join?¨ They would respect her desison either way. If it came down to it, Daypaw wouldnt mind walking Lucky back to her housefolk themself if thats what she wanted, even if Daypaw wanted her to stay. They looked up at Geckoleaf,¨She has trouble staying in her nest at times.¨
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Originally Posted by Clover (Post 342691)


"Get back here!"Geckoleaf exclaimed, exasperated, taking the half-chewed herbs over to Lucky, rubbing the near-watery paste onto the wound; it was a mix that would bring down the inflammation, fight infection, and help to numb pain. Making sure it was thoroughly applied, she backed off, sighing, and padded away to her herb storage, knowing the two excitable friends would want to make up after the flood.
Lucky flinched, her ears down as Geckoleaf strode over in a huff to rub more plants on her. "Sorry, Geckoleaf," the shecat murmured repentantly at the Riverclan medicine cat. Lucky briefly wondered if all medicine cats were cranky and if they were cranky before becoming medicine cats or if if becoming one somehow made them cranky. Would she become cranky if she became a medicine cat? She shook her head to clear her mind of these musings and turned back to Daypaw. "Um...not yet," Lucky admitted stirring her paw in the dirt. "I mean, my housefolk would miss me, but I...I actually really like it out here." She admitted. "And besides, I would miss you." Though she'd been in pain for the entirety of her stay so far, Lucky respected Daypaw immensely and not so secretly relished her time joking with and annoying the poor enby.


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