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| Lightningstorm |
19 Moons - WindClan Medicine Cat
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive | Mind Reader - Active | Dreamwalker - Inactive
The calico's slender tail tapped impassively against the ground, almond shaped eyes on the camp's entrance. She had quite frankly been insulted at not being allowed to participate in this massive battle the clan's leader had charged towards. She was the clan's healer. She knew that much. It was about all she knew. How was she supposed to retain her place in the clan if the leader wouldn't even trust her with something as important as taking care of the injured? Not all cats would be able to make it back to camp. Of this she was certain. How would those that were too injured to get here in time fare? So what if there were other medics in the other clans - the fact that there were other clans did not faze her in the slightest, seeming as natural as breathing - she was the medic for
this clan. Surely she could be trusted more than they?
A sigh escaped Lightningstorm as she stewed in silence, eyes flashing as movement finally caught her attention, the scent of blood reaching her nostrils and placing her in high alert. In an instance she was standing and rushing towards the entrance, taking stock of the injured that came alongside them. It seemed the worst of the bunch had been tended to by another medic, but there still seemed to be plenty of cats to patch up, the leader among them. With a twitch of her tail, she ran inside her den, picking up every herb she could carry alongside a moss to dampen in the stream to help clean up injuries, shooing away a curious little beetle that seemed interested in what she was doing as she made a bundle of herbs and cobwebs. She would no doubt have to make multiple trips... along with sending out some patrols later. Oh stars, she just hoped she could count on somebody to help her out in assigning those later.
"The lot that looks like they were out courting a rabid badger, step this way under the Galewood! I'll have you feeling almost as good as new or you get your prey back, guaranteed," the herbalist chirped teasingly as she dropped her herbs, waiting for the cats to come to her.
