Bumblestar stuck her head into the den, scanning the dim lighting until she found the duo she was looking for. She knew Wolfhawk had some combat basics down, but she had no clue if Hollowpaw had been working on it, or if he had any under his belt at all. "Wanna get some training in, 'n also talk to you both."
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- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 13 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
Another kit in his den? Oh, but it looked like this one was injured. "Hey bud," the large medic said, hobbling over to the younger cat. The three-legged cat examined the small cut on the kit's nose. "What did ya do?" the brown cat inquired, making his way to the herb storage. Ah. It seems like he didn't have the ideal herbs, but he'd gotten used to that at this point. The medicine cat grabbed some cobwebs and went on back to the kit. It wasn't a major injury like one that needed marigold such as some other cuts, but the cobwebs would help with the bit of bleeding.
Sit still for me real quick," they spoke, laying down and taking a cobweb and pressing it gently on the injury. Once the little bit of blood had stopped, he removed the cobweb and tossed it to the side, he would get rid of that. "Should be good now," Wolfhawk told them, rising to his paws. "Don't go hurtin yerself often now, ya hear? Now go n run along will ya," he purred kindly.
The warmer season is entering full swing, and Hollowpaw finds that he doesn't particularly care for it. Great for herb growth, maybe, but horrendous for him personally. Everywhere he goes it's as if he's left a small bit of himself behind, thicker coat from over the leaf-bare finally shedding in its entirety. Thankfully, with the medicine den perched partially underground the temperatures are much cooler than in the clearing proper.
He's taking a nap, a small break from cringing over the herb supply before he says something about it to Wolfhawk. They have a decent amount. But he can't feel comfortable with just decent. Bumblestar's voice brings him out of his dozing, and peridot eyes blink at her where she stands. He rises to his paws with a yawn, ugh this sudden warmth isn't doing much to help him in staying awake.
"Something the matter?" He asks, not really all that worried - there wasn't any indication in Bumblestar's voice to indicate an emergency so he's not treating the situation like it.
- Wolfhawk -
- He/They - 13 Moons - ThunderClan Medicine Cat -
- A large dark brown tom with a darker back and lighter underbelly, a missing hind leg -
Wolf is not out as demi yet !!
The large medicine cat really liked how relaxing it was sometimes, but even them something always felt off when he was in his den. Despite it have been his home for over six moons, he still hated it as much as the day he lost his leg in it. He had gotten used to the nagging feeling and his mind screaming to leave at this point.
His head turned over to the entry as Bumble made her way in, and Wolfhawk was about to turn to the herb storage before she spoke. Training? His ears perked up. But what did she need to talk to them about? "I'm all good for training, n whatdya need?" the large brown cat asked, tilting his head to the side
x ghostie is haunting this signature
Bean's favorite staff member Lillian was here
lio sneezed here (achoo)
you see crude graffiti... it spells "velli wuz here"
Rose caught the sickness (oh dear)
fade summons a prowler to chase rose
My Soul is in @/Ian's basement with some ice cream
Rainpool nervously padded to the medicine den. She hesitated then poked her head in. "Wolfhawk? May I come in?" She asked politely. Rainpool's stomach twisted inside her. She could feel the kits though she wasn't that far along.
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FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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With the bloodied warrior on his back, Flintclaw moved as quickly as he could back to camp without dropping Mountaintalon. The otters had done quite the number on him. From what the dark tabby could tell, the other warrior was in grave condition. These river-rats had him furious. Not only had they attacked a patrol, but damn near killed a Thunderclan cat... Though it was too early to assume that Mountaintalon would survive.
"Wolfhawk!" Flintclaw called out as he entered the medicine cat den, making his way unbidden to the closest nest to start gently getting Mountaintalon down and into the soft bedding.
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Cream tabby she-cat with dark brown and orange markings, green eyes and a bobbed tail
She/Her | 27 Moons | + every 20th | ThunderClan Warrior | Friendly and playful
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"Wolfhaaawwk?" Milkbee called into the den, before quietly allowing herself in. "I think this is supposed to be worth visiting you for... But I've been feeling a bit... Different...? Lately? Lightheaded... My mood's a bit... All over the place, I must admit. And I think my change in apetite also gotta be mentioned I suppose..."
Milkbee tapped a paw on the ground, unsure whether to continue or if that was enough information for the medicine cat to go off of.
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Batmist
thc warrior | he/him | rosetted white tom with clouded eyes
Batmist limped into the medicine den, nose wrinkled with distaste at the way pain throbbed from his leg. The scratches weren't too bad - deep but not to large - but damn did his twisted paw hurt. By his own assessment it wasn't anything career ending, just annoying.
"Wolfhawk," he called to the medicine cat, sitting down just a little ways inside the den.
Tigerpelt padded in quickly, Dragonflyclift still on his back, he walked straight towards Wolfhawk, and dipped his head. "D-dragonfly- her leg.." he paused catching his breath, clear panic in his eyes.
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FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest.
Killer Aptitude T1 | Just a scratch
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With the bloodied warrior on his back, Flintclaw moved as quickly as he could back to camp without dropping Mountaintalon. The otters had done quite the number on him. From what the dark tabby could tell, the other warrior was in grave condition. These river-rats had him furious. Not only had they attacked a patrol, but damn near killed a Thunderclan cat... Though it was too early to assume that Mountaintalon would survive.
"Wolfhawk!" Flintclaw called out as he entered the medicine cat den, making his way unbidden to the closest nest to start gently getting Mountaintalon down and into the soft bedding.
He might not be Wolfhawk, but Hollowpaw knows the scent of blood when it reaches him. He only briefly glances at the two cats before rushing into their herb storage and taking out some moss and marigold and rushing back over.
"Wha' 'append?" He manages to ask around his mouthful, immediately pressing moss to the worst of the bleeding and chewing up some of the marigold to use as a poultice. The neck and the stomach are the worst of it, but none of the wounds look very pretty. There will probably be plenty of scarring.
Tigerpelt padded in quickly, Dragonflyclift still on his back, he walked straight towards Wolfhawk, and dipped his head. "D-dragonfly- her leg.." he paused catching his breath, clear panic in his eyes.
It's ugly, the sight that greets him as Hollowpaw looks up from his place next to Wolfhawk. Dragonflycliff could practically be described as nothing but shreds. There's one immediately concerning detail, though: the apparent missing limb.
He does not waste time collecting what they might need; moss, cobweb, marigold. They'll probably need something to dampen the shock too, but looking everything over, they don't have juniper or poppy. He scowls.
"Put her down, don't move her too much." He instructs harshly to Tigerpelt, pressing moss to the torn stump where a leg used to be and getting his white paws stained with red in the process. Furritively, he casts a glance over his shoulder at the senior medicine cat. "What do we do? When Redhawk lost her leg, was it just marigold? Poppy or juniper for shock?"
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