He watched her spin away and return a few heartbeats later, laying some leaves down before him. He wondered what made them so "blessed" whiled he chewed the bitter leaves. They certainly didn't taste like a blessing. But yeah, as Mistyshard said, he was a warrior, so no funny faces. He swallowed the chewed pulp and ran a tongue over his teeth before licking up the poppy seeds. He gave those a crunch too, before swallowing.

Then he waited for the herbs to work. "Thanks," he mewed, because the silence was awkward. Moments later his eyes began to droop, and he curled up in the nest, preparing to sleep. The last thought that he remembered crossing his mind before darkness engulfed him once again, was that he had to see Blackfrost again soon, to say thank you.
***
[Time jump to later?]
Roseshard blinked the sleepy crust from his eyes. He must have been sleeping for a while, because outside he could hear the dawn birds singing, and the light was poor. He shifted his head experimentally, pleased when he felt nothing. Maybe that meant the swelling had gone down, and he was better again. He didn't want to be in this den any longer than he had too. It wasn't the same den -after the flood- but it smelled the same and that was enough. It brought back memories. It brought back the guilt.
He traced his nose over the scars on his flank absently.
Besides, the Clan needed him for border patrols and hunting. His paws itched to go, but he knew he needed Mistyshard's permission before he could leave. The russet-and-black tabby had nothing to to but wait for her to wake up.

 

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Originally Posted by Goopysharkboi (Post 1589497) Crowglow took a few deep breaths. "S-sorry, its just that I see him as extra family in a way. He's the only cat I trust more than the high ranks.." He quietly explained. His tail swayed gently. @squidz

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Originally Posted by squidz (Post 1589649) https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=51986 | BERRYPAW | small & nimble dark brown she-cat with darker flecks and light, leafy-green eyes [ riverclan mc apprentice | she-cat | 8 moons | timid, kind, hardworking ] — Berrypaw's eyes widened as Grimpaw was ushered in. Her first patient...? Immediately her heart began racing. Ohnoohnonohno... She took in a deep breath, trying to quell the tired of anxious thoughts once she heard Mistyshard start speaking to her. Pay attention! She silently noted moss and cobwebs in her head — she'd seen both of them used before at a distance, after the ThunderClan raid. But up close and personal, she could really view how each of them worked. "M-Marigold... ho-okay..." Berrypaw nodded and swiftly trotted off, eyes scanning the lines and lines of herbs and flowers. Yellow-orange flowers... huh... could it be these? Berrypaw padded back over, delicately holding some of the flowers in her mouth. Chew them up? Okay, she could do that... the apprentice began, grimacing as the bitter taste of the flowers filled her mouth. Just as her mentor said, she chewed it until it felt like a gross, runny texture and carefully angled herself over the wound. She spat the poultice onto it, using her sheathed paw to carefully spread it. "Like... this...?" She asked quietly, not knowing at all how much she was needing to spread around. The entire time she focused on each instruction, her hardworking brain able to push aside some of her nerves for the sake of completing her task. That was something good the apprentice could say about herself — when she wanted to focus, she could, even when her heart felt like thumping out of her chest. / @starry @Forgetfulshape - sorry if this is slightly messy, this weekend is busy for me and i wanted to get my replies in haha

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Originally Posted by Goopysharkboi (Post 1590624) Crowglow watched, trying to remain calm. Grimpaw would be fine, right..?

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Originally Posted by squidz (Post 1590944) https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=51986 | BERRYPAW | small & nimble dark brown she-cat with darker flecks and light, leafy-green eyes [ riverclan mc apprentice | she-cat | 8 moons | timid, kind, hardworking ] — [starry informed me she will be out for a few days so i will continue your healing with what berrypaw knows! it should be enough to heal him unless there's something else going on :)] Berrypaw narrowed her eyes in concentration. The marigold was spread all over the wound, good. A layer of protection, she envisioned. Okay, what next... cobwebs, right? To stop the bleeding and help seal up the wound? Berrypaw gingerly took the cobwebs that her mentor had brought out, wrapping as much as she could around her paw. Then she brought it down to Grimpaw's flank, carefully spreading the sticky substance as best she could. It certainly wasn't the prettiest wound-patching work, but it looked like it got the job done. She stopped herself from grimacing at the leftover cobweb and blood stuck to her paw — it was hardly anything worth fretting about when she was in the middle of saving a potentially-dying cat. Her concern for him outweighed any aversion to the sight of blood and goop. "He should be fine as long as an infection doesn't kick in, which is what the marigold is for," Berrypaw reasoned, flashing Crowglow an encouraging glance. "We just have to make sure he rests and doesn't reopen the wound. That could lead to more bleeding and... well, could make everything worse. So it's very important that he rests." It was the best she could do, hoping her own anxiety wasn't showing too much in her face and body. She was more nervous of her own limited abilities, not Grimpaw's condition... she imagined he'd be alright — he was in good paws, right? Like Mistyshard said? She had to remind herself of that. [-1 (or 2?) marigold] [ @Forgetfulshape @starry ]

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Originally Posted by Goopysharkboi (Post 1590967) Crowglow just watched.

Mistyshard nodded as Crowglow mentioned not wanting to lose Grimpaw because he was like family. Of course she understood that - she'd dealt with enough loss herself. However, a panicking feline could make Grimpaw nervous as well, so she wanted to keep that out of her den as much as possible. Though if he needed some support once Grimpaw was fine, she was always open to speaking to cats due to emotional problems. "That's alright, I get that. Seeing a close friend in such a state isn't easy. How about once Grimpaw has been healed you go for a hunt, drink some water and eat something to calm yourself down? Then you can come back here and talk to me about everything if you wish. I know what it's like to be in such a situation and maybe I can help."

Amber hues focused on Berrypaw as she watched her apprentice work swiftly, chewing the marigold and applying the cobwebs. She nodded as Berrypaw applied the herbs and there was a small smile forming on her maw to tell the young molly that she was doing everything correctly. This showed her that the pick of Berrypaw for medicine cat apprentice had been correct. Of course she still needed experience and training, but they could do that. They were sort of in a learning curve together - it's not like Mistyshard had been in this position for many moons. The basics and some more advanced stuff were known to her but other than that, she still had a lot to learn.

Berrypaw's explanation about Grimpaw's state and what he needed to do now made perfect sense. She turned her attention to Crowglow once again, giving him a quick nod. "Since the healing is done, how about you do what I suggested, then come back in a bit to check on Grimpaw? Perhaps he will be awake by then, and if you're still feeling unsure or nervous, we can also talk about that." With a flick of her tail, she settled down, her one eye trained on Grimpaw. If Berrypaw wanted to join her to rest a little after this healing and watch Grimpaw until the apprentice woke up, she certainly could.

[ @/Forgetfulshape - not sure if grimpaw was awake or not? but if you want to make a post with him waking up now, go ahead ]

 

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Originally Posted by MockingRabbit (Post 1591181) https://warriorcatsonline.com/forums...ictureid=51148 He watched her spin away and return a few heartbeats later, laying some leaves down before him. He wondered what made them so "blessed" whiled he chewed the bitter leaves. They certainly didn't taste like a blessing. But yeah, as Mistyshard said, he was a warrior, so no funny faces. He swallowed the chewed pulp and ran a tongue over his teeth before licking up the poppy seeds. He gave those a crunch too, before swallowing. Then he waited for the herbs to work. "Thanks," he mewed, because the silence was awkward. Moments later his eyes began to droop, and he curled up in the nest, preparing to sleep. The last thought that he remembered crossing his mind before darkness engulfed him once again, was that he had to see Blackfrost again soon, to say thank you. *** [Time jump to later?] Roseshard blinked the sleepy crust from his eyes. He must have been sleeping for a while, because outside he could hear the dawn birds singing, and the light was poor. He shifted his head experimentally, pleased when he felt nothing. Maybe that meant the swelling had gone down, and he was better again. He didn't want to be in this den any longer than he had too. It wasn't the same den -after the flood- but it smelled the same and that was enough. It brought back memories. It brought back the guilt. He traced his nose over the scars on his flank absently. Besides, the Clan needed him for border patrols and hunting. His paws itched to go, but he knew he needed Mistyshard's permission before he could leave. The russet-and-black tabby had nothing to to but wait for her to wake up.

Mistyshard's attention shifted to Roseshard as she saw the warrior move a little. The sight of him moving his head without pain made her pretty sure he'd be able to slowly go back to warrior life. It didn't seem to be a major injury and since it had healed, she saw no problem. "If you can move painlessly you're free to go back to the warrior's den. However, if anything hurts I want you to come to be immediately. No buts, no pride, just pay me a little visit and we can sort it out." With a curt nod, she dismissed the warrior from the stay in the medicine cat's den.

 

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Originally Posted by Luminous (Post 1592436) Springkit He let himself be led to a nest, not properly even registering it happening. Food? Water? "no... I don't really feel like eating right now... sorry." But how did he feel? Just sick. It was difficult to explain, but Misty couldn't exactly help if she didn't know what was wrong. "I, erm, well it's kinda hard to breathe... Not like- my nose isn't stuffy and breathing doesn't hurt, but the air.... isn't filled with enough... air..." He felt stupid. He was stupid, nothing he said made any sense, but he had to try. "And my stomach is turning really bad. It started very recently, like just a few moments ago outside... when they were talking about those rats and fighting them... " He didn't know what more to explain. "Ehm, Misty, by the way, how bug are rats? like... are they able to hurt cats badly?"

So no food for Springkit. Mistyshard gazed at the young tom through thoughtful amber hues, tilting his head as he explained it was hard to breath. Not in a physical way, more in a mental way? Was that what the kit was trying to say? Unless it was something similar to Pebblesplash's problem, she was pretty sure this meant it would be something bothering Springkit's brain. His stomach was turning, and it had only started a few moments ago... hm. Ah, bingo! It started when they were talking about rats and battling them. That was probably the issue. She let out a comforting purr and attempted to nuzzle the tomcat in a gentle, comforting way.

"Rats are pretty small. They'd probably be able to hurt cats, but not too badly. And if some gets hurt, I'll be there for them to aid them. RiverClan's past medicine cat - Fawnlight - actually taught me how to treat rat bites a bit ago. So don't worry about your clanmates, they are in good paws and will all be fine." It's not like she believed everything she was saying, but she had to pretend to for Springkit. Mistyshard was.. not very confident in her own abilities, but she was pretty good at hiding that. "Do you.. feel better now, by any chance? Or do you have anymore questions? Ask away if you do." Her words were a gentle purr.

 

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Originally Posted by occultation (Post 1592963) ( @starry @squidz ) One of the important things that needed to be taken care of before this massive invasion happened was the training of field medics. It was something he'd been wanting done for a while now, and now seemed like the perfect time. Poking his head into the medicine den, he called, "Mistyshard, Berrypaw? I hope I'm not interrupting anything important, but I need to speak with both of you about preparations for this coming war."

The lanky silver molly's ears pricked as Fadingsun poked his head into the medicine cat's den. She gave the leader a quick nod, tail curling around her paws and curiosity shimmering in her one eye. "Don't worry, you're not interrupting anything. You are always welcome. So... what's up?" The upcoming war was quite daunting to think about. All three clans hated RiverClan right now, and she really didn't have the best feeling about this war. It weighed down her shoulders every night, horrible dreams spiraling through her mind about how they'd all die and there would be no saving.

Letting out a gentle sigh, she mentally prepared herself for anything unsettling that might be said now. Mistyshard knew she had to be strong - for Berrypaw, for her other fellow high ranks and lionhearts, and her clan. Showing weakness simply wasn't an option.

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[ This post is pretty messy, sorry, I had to speedrun it ]

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Spiritbunny
| He/she/they | RC Warrior | Moons: 22 | Silver Tongue |

Spiritbunny genuinely thinks that if they had gotten word early about the fall out of Riverclan, well, the being threatened by a three clan war all focused on murder of all of them like rats in a housefolk place than they would've left when they had the chance...probably. He means, this clan is important to them, even when they were doing things like stirring the pot of mayhem within its walls but its only ever been to keep things fun and interesting, not destroying the clan or causing actual damage to it. And now especially more than ever. Stars, why had they been so dumb? How could they have been so dumb? For a cat always thinking through what others are doing and trying to predict the story all around them, not even Spiritbunny could've predicted this. Their overly swollen stomach swayed slightly as they heaved themselves onto aching paws.

They hadn't meant to land with a litter of kits, not right now, not with Riverclan the way it was, but the fact of the matter is....Spiritbunny has a litter of kits. They were going to be born when Riverclan is exiled from their own territory, hell, they may decide they want a dramatic entry and make themselves known during the raid. Stars, he for once hoped they didn't get Spiritbunny's dramatic flare, if only so they would be safe for a time. Though it wouldn't be their fault, Should Spiritbunny just leave? Find a cozy twoleg nest, wait until the kits are well and alright and then come back to Riverclan when it was more stable or if it was safer for the kits, stay with the twolegs. Though he's heard the stories, about twolegs taking kits before they were even properly weaned. Spiritbunny would be the first cat to murder a Twoleg if they tried something on their kits.

They padded through the clearing and made their way into the medicine den. Last time they were here, it was for the bites and scratches they had. It was clear why they were here now, though maybe it wasn't. Spiritbunny certainly didn't need any medicine cats or medicine cat apprentices to tell her that she was pregnant. Even a cat with no eyes could tell that from the way her stomach was twice its usual size, probably more even! Was this normal? She knows cats can have big litters, but this was her first. Was it normal to have so many kits? Was she being dramatic and this wasn't as big a litter as she thought? Though that would be crazy, she couldn't imagine having any more fit in there. Something else was wrong about this though, and maybe that was paranoia but Spiritbunny has no idea what's normal or not...hence their visit here.

The queen called out gently into the space, a chirp, not any real words. They weren't in the mood to speak if they could help it. She would have to though, this wasn't a problem that could be shown, it was a feeling. That the aching and stinging in her stomach was something more than the usual aching of dragging so much weight around. Spiritbunny could also be stressed from the upcoming everything, could that be hurting his babies? No, no. That was only going to make things worse, thinking like that. They needed to just calm down, and talk to Mistyshard or Berrypaw and they'll tell Spiritbunny that it was all in her head. That everything was going to be alright and all her babies were going to be okay and healthy and all okay. Spiritbunny looked over to the nests and decided to help herself to one because standing was killing her right now.

mistyshard frowned a little as she eyed Grimpaw. At least Crowglow had finally taken her invitation to leave, but why was he just outside the den in the clearing? Oh well, he could do that for all she cared as long as he wasn't crowding the den. She grinned a bit at Berrypaw.
"You did really well!" she chirped in a proud way. "grimpaw," she murmured and tried to gently push the apprentice with a paw in a way she wouldn't press on the injury. "Why won't he wake up?! He's still breathing and I doubt he needs poppy seeds because that'll make him fall asleep again... but we need him to wake up to get an overview of the whole situation. Perhaps we can lay back, rest, and wait until something stirs?"

( @Goopysharkboi @squidz )


Ah, field medics. That sounded like a good plan. Mistyshard nodded thoughtfully, thinking about how they would handle this. The field medics needed to be trained before the war started, and it was quite daunting to think about how soon that'd be.
"alright, makes sense - how about berrypaw and I host an event to do some basic training and find eligible candidates as soon as possible? To ensure we have it done before the battle. Or, i'd suggest a few cats and we can train those. I do know quite a few RiverClanners that would be good in the position, but I'm fine with doing it either way. Also, I think it might be good to assign them to look after specific ranks. As in, cat a looks after elders, cat b looks after pregnant queens and then they're more trained for those specific regions.. as well as there being some 'basic', or overall, trained ones."

( @squidz @occultation )


The lanky medicine cat's silver ears pricked as someone entered the den. Ah, looked like Spiritbunny was back. she dipped her head in greeting and watched them through one curious amber hue. What was it this time?
"you seem a bit exhausted and drowsy today. Oh.. your belly is big. So, what's up?" she questioned with a tip of her head.

( @Dolomedes sorry about the short post :sob: I'll have misty call berry over when the diagnosing starts )

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Spiritbunny
| He/she/they | RC Warrior | Moons: 22 | Silver Tongue |

Spiritbunny resisted the urge to roll her eyes and bite back with a “no kidding,” of some sorts but the queen had already known the problem wouldn’t be clear just by looking. Likely because there was hopefully nothing to see and it was just the feline being dramatic and everything about her kits are alright. Yes, that is exactly why everything is okay. Her yellow eyes blinked at the Riverclan herbalist and after a few heartbeats of thinking, Spiritbunny began to speak, foregoing her usual rhymes and stanzas for a more “regular” speaking pattern. Getting regular words to explain her problem was bad enough but getting them all lined up and perfect and rhyming as well would be too much effort for what it’s worth right now.

“Kits. Though I think there’s something wrong, I just…it’s my first litter so I wouldn’t really know how I am supposed to feel but something feels off. I can’t quite put my paw on it, it hurts yes, but I think that’s normal, no? Maybe I’m simply stressed out because of, well you know.” The queen offered to Mistyshard in hopes that the medicine cat could just understand. Surely she wasn’t the only queen who has voiced concerns since the calling of war. That was terrifying. Does that kind of worry and stress hurt her babies? And wouldn’t that be the worst kind of ironic. “Does stress hurt my kits?” Spiritbunny has already been doing their best to keep themself calm, but they would more active effort in doing so if this could in fact pose a risk to her unseen kits.

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Spiritbunny
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Spiritbunny frowned at the news. Stress did hurt them. How badly did stress hurt them? Perhaps it would be better to just leave of that was the case but where would they even go? Thunderclan would treat them like outcasts, same with Windclan, and Spiritbunny didn’t want them to be born into Shadowclan, the bunch of brutes. No no. But where else would there even be? Their yellow eyes moved to the medicine cat again, they pushed the stress down (after all it was hurting her babies) as they took in the words the medicine cat. They really did narrow their eyes. Sigh.

They slowly rolled over and frowned. This was terribly uncomfortable but it was necessary. “Mistyshard, may I confine in you about something? About my kits?” They started as the herbalist began to diagnosis or whatever it was she was doing. Counting kits? It would be nice to see how many there were, to be prepared. Any irregular movements? What would it mean if Mistyshard found something? “What if you find something odd?”

After the otter mess, Larkwing and the bulk of the patrol headed straight for camp. Uncharacteristically, the pretty tortoiseshell didn't cast one look at her (mate? Is that what they were? They'd never said anything officially, but... it seemed correct, almost.) Fishfreckle, instead veering off from the group and going straight to the medicine den. Her ear had stopped bleeding on the walk over, but it probably wasn't wise to leave it be. Better to have the medical professional look at it.

"Berry?" She calls from beyond the den, still feeling a little odd that it wasn't Tansy-- Wither she corrects herself-- still feeling a little odd that it wasn't Wither's name leaving her lips here. "Got something small for you," relatively speaking, at least. She's had worse than a torn ear.

[ @squidz !! ]