The coyote battle? Rainywhisker's kitty brows knit together instantly, his expression dampening into a fierce scowl.
"You waited this long to come to me after that?" he questions.
"You've probably invited infection like that!"
After cleaning the wounds, he sets the soiled moss aside and gives Ebonyfrost a hard look. Hopefully, he was really driving home the whole 'you can't do that' message.
"ThunderClan is frighteningly low on herbs and this certainly doesn't help that."
It was true, but the tom was needlessly venting to this poor hurt cat. It wasn't her fault that he had so little, and it wasn't her fault that the only one built to handle heightened situations was gone. With a sigh, he turns and heads back to pick up a marigold petal. It was their last one. Returning to the warrior, the tom sits and lowers his head to sniff delicately at her wounds. Sour.
"This is all I have for you. I hope it helps." It was also, thankfully, the one thing Frostpaw left in his care. He laps up the petal and chews it carefully into a pulp, and does his best to spread this over the worst of the infected wound. It didn't feel good in the slightest.
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A relieved sigh unfurls from the tom in a quiet wisp.
"That's good," he murmurs. Frostpaw had treated her, so he had a feeling everything would have healed relatively well and quick. He looks away suddenly, wondering if it would come as a shock to the young molly if he'd tell her about the loss of their medicine cat apprentice. Different cats handled loss differently. Most of their Clanmates celebrated this one.
"Ah?" Snapping out of his thoughts, his copper gaze latches back onto Applepaw.
"Oh... No, no you haven't. Don't worry about that." Glancing over his shoulder towards the depths of the den, he makes a slight noise of uncertainty.
"We've been low all leafbare, but the coyote attack definitely didn't help us. Frostpaw must have used all of the marigold we had left- I did use our last shred of it earlier." Wait- What was he doing, talking about all of this with the apprentice? Rainywhisker shakes his head to clear it of all the fluff that had grown there, apparently!
"You're a commendable resident of your Clan, and I can assure you that they appreciate your efforts to protect it. Don't you fret." He nods to her before clearing his throat. It still bugged him on occasion.
"You've been resting for a few days now, I'm sure that your body could do with some activity. I'm no medicine cat, but a good walk never hurt stiff joints." Not realizing his blunder in speech, Rainywhisker awaits an answer to the invitation.
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