[iliri]

Springpaw
long-furred, oriental-shaped, gray-and-orange calico molly with blue eyes; torn right ear
purrks: herbal knowledge - tier 2 | the collector | mind reader | skip the steps[all perm. active; sts for battle training]

Thankfully, the tom-kit ate the flower head that she had just offered over to him, thankfully not making any disgusted comments in regards to just eating a flower. Just as Springpaw mentioned, the head of the dandelion should hopefully go into effect by drawing out any toxins inside the young kit’s immune systems. Smiling softly at the young kit, she nodded her head in gratitude as her lips formulated into words that heavily bubbled up in her throat. “W… w-well… that should… hopefully help with… reducing any potential vomiting… in the future… it should… also help… with getting… most of the poison… out of your body… just keep… some moss… right beside… you just… in case…” her words were slurred and her throat was burning like absolute hell, but that wasn’t the most of what was on her mind. She wanted to make sure most of the poison got out of the kit's body and hopefully stayed that way for the rest of the time. Her heart welled for the tom-kit when he mentioned the fact that he missed his parents, her lips worming to a frown as she felt words of comfort bubble deep within her, only to die down as she felt her vocal cords growing more and tired of her relentless attempts to speak. So, the most of which the young healer did was carefully draw the tip of her tail comfortingly along the young tom’s shoulders, giving him a comforting look in hopes that’ll it’ll help make him feel a little bit better.

Drizzlecloud’s sudden words made the blue-gray molly crane her head up towards her mentor’s direction, her eyes filled with both concern and gratitude as she listened to her mentor telling her to go rest up and take a short breather. It was understandable why her mentor would tell her to go rest herself; her body was still recovering from the incident of almost getting brutally murdered in the piece of territory that was formerly theirs. The thought almost made her hackles rise up out of indignantly, but she held such impulsive urges back as she took in her mentor's word with a short nod, giving her a quick look before departing her way towards her moss-bed. “If… he starts… to feel queasy… again… come get me… and I’ll bring him… another… dandelion head if… needed.”

@something. @Shadowed Flower