RiverClan Medicine Cat's Den

[Elementals]

~Splashfury~

Trotting into the medicine den with her apprentice, Splashfury laid her bundle of 2 daisy heads wrapped in cobwebs and let Coastpaw set down his 3 interesting flowers (feverfew) wrapped in cobweb. Feeling like the medicine cats were busy, she just gave them a nod and left. Time to report another patrol.

{ @Dipper }
(Some references to maker your life easier
+2 daisy
+3 feverfew
+2 cobwebs)

[Starfall]

@Dipper @Beau @Socks

It was so packed in here, honestly Sageflurry wasn't even sure if she should be here or not. It felt odd to just strut through the Riverclan camp, but they had wounded. Speaking of wounded, the one she had been assigned to carry was on her back, she had carefully rolled the poor Apprentice up there, and swiftly followed the selective few of her clanmates who were also carrying injured.

The calliby ducked into the den, but shuffled just off to the side of the entrance, there were so many felines packed in here he was amazed she could even fit. She was a little worried about the Apprentice slipping of, so she gently sat herself down, and propped the other's back up against the wall. This would be easier if the Deputy was here...yet they were nowhere to be found.

"I have brought another patient, erm. I'm sorry. It's Fawnsqueak, correct?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

[BEAR.]

Lionstar had taken a moment to check out the damage on his paws, noting the burnt and blistered skin and fur with distaste. He wasn't very happy with how anything had turned out today thus far and his wounds did little to improve his mood.

When the ThunderClan cats arrived and dropped off the injured, Lionstar started out of the den, intending to lead them to the pond. "Let's get you three to the rest of your Clan."

[ @implimm, @Hello~There, @Starfall -- y'all can post them in cattail! figure we can skip the escort there ]

[BEAR.]

"m back!" Firehawk tried to call through his mouthful of catmint leaves as he entered the medicine cat den. He gently placed the herbs down on a piece of moss, to avoid getting dirt or.. anything else on them. "I'll be off in a moment.. there's more coming!"

It took three more trips before he was done, huffing softly from being out of breath as he dropped the last of his leaves down on the pile he had made. "I don't.. usually do that," he wheezed as he sunk down into a crouch. ".. go that far, I mean. Is there anything else you need, Fawn..? I don't.." he sucked in some air, ".. want the.. sickness to get worse.."

[ @Dipper ;; 4 trips total equals 16 catmint leaves ]

[Abyssopelagic]

Flyfur finally came back with poppy and dandelion.
She carefully set the poppy down, trying not to lose any of the seeds and flumped her tail foward and began unweaving the dandelions from her tail, that totaled out to6 or 7.
"Sorry I'm so late getting back, I almost didn't find them."
She felt embarrassed about her lateness, especially after the disappointment he showed when she had brought just the water moss.

She stared at Firehawk's hauls. "Wow, good job."
@BILL. @Dipper

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by Elementals

~Splashfury~

Trotting into the medicine den with her apprentice, Splashfury laid her bundle of 2 daisy heads wrapped in cobwebs and let Coastpaw set down his 3 interesting flowers (feverfew) wrapped in cobweb. Feeling like the medicine cats were busy, she just gave them a nod and left. Time to report another patrol.

{ @Dipper }
(Some references to maker your life easier
+2 daisy
+3 feverfew
+2 cobwebs)

((thank you!))

Fawnsqueak hardly had time to register there was another presence in the den, turning around to notice the flash of movement in time for it to be.. gone? He peered, puzzled, at the den entrance and approached to the lingering scent of Splashfury and maybe someone else. "Hey, uh, thanks!" he tried to call out into the clearing but had no idea if she'd hear. Shrugging it off, he began threading through the herbs to identify and put them away.

[Fawn]

When the last of the arrivals came in, Fawnsqueak was feeling a little.. more confident, even if that confidence was misplaced in the effects of some dandelions and poppy seeds. It wasn't much, but it was better than what ThunderClan would have otherwise. On his paws again, he followed them until they set down the.. apprentice, probably? He looked somewhat younger, which made his heart unexpectedly pang. Youth usually were low on Fawnsqueak's respects, but he did find it unfortunate that they--along with the elderly--probably suffered the most from this, another unfairness of the universe.

Realizing the stranger was waiting on a response from him, Fawnsqueak couldn't recall what she'd asked and gave an uncomfortable cough. And.. nodded, hesitantly, hoping that was the right answer to whatever she'd been wondering about. Quick to end the interaction, Fawnsqueak retreated to Cloudedspark to see if she'd managed the poppy seeds - no such luck. Sooo... he debated his options. An unconscious cat wouldn't be in pain, but they were bound to wake up eventually. He hoped. And he didn't want her to freak out and undo the work he'd put into healing her, or make the burns worse. Pushing his uncertainties and guilt aside, he leaned down to nudge the poppy seeds into her mouth and lightly mimic chewing with her jaw. At least for a couple seconds before he gave up on that, and just tilted her head to watch the poppy seeds disappear down her throat. Now, they were just waiting on some extra dandelions that he had faith were on the way.

Shuffling over to Cormorantpaw with another batch of two seeds, he scooted them close. "Can you hear me?" he asked, inspecting him for any response whatsoever. "If you can... uh, just, lap up those seeds... You don't have to talk or anything." And if he couldn't, he supposed this poor apprentice could also get the force-feed treatment.

@elysian @Beau [ @Starfall - don't have to reply ]

[Fawn]

Fawnsqueak was beginning to wish they hadn't actually done an expansion to the den but rather put in a completely new den separated from where he wished to perform his nightly attempts at sleeping. The kits. Were. Loud. And they never stopped talking. It was one question after another. It was.. overwhelming. One would assume sickness would slow them down, but NO. Fawnsqueak was exhausted.

Maybe that was the thing. Kits were so young and full of life because they sucked it out of everyone else like some gigantic mosquito with fur and a lot of gross hygiene habits.

It was almost as if the skies opened up and sent a saint to his doorstep when he heard the sound of Firehawk - he was fading in and out though. But then, he was there again. Seeing his orange-white tufts glittering in the sunlight, the kit-cure held firmly in his strong jaw... Fawnsqueak's overtired state had him waltzing over and colliding with the wall of dad-fluff before he realized it wasn't a fever dream. It was really here, in front of him.

"You brought the catmint?" he asked, suddenly alert. "There's-- so much, oh my god." What a glorious surprise. Fawnsqueak was hasty in gathering it up. "I'll go bring them to the kits, right now."


((not merging these rps - they are kinda occurring differently with the sickness plot and kit plot )) @BILL.

[dionysus]

[ @Dipper ]

Cormorantpaw was still too far into unconsciousness to register Fawnsqueak’s voice. His body was limp as death aside from the lift and fall of rasping breaths at his sooty flank. No response came as Fawnsqueak spoke to him- Cormorantpaw didn’t even let out a moan.

His flanks were covered with soot and ash but unharmed otherwise and his raw, burned pads were far from life threatening. As for his ashen lungs, they would burn and rasp for a long time after this day and even the drool that seeped from his slightly parted jaws was painted a sooty black. His difficulty breathing was apparent from the weak and mistimed rise and fall of his chest and flanks and he wheezed even now.

Still, the biggest wound her suffered was to his face and eye. A long gash ran from above his eye to his chin, right over his eye. It released no blood, having been cauterized by the flames, but the glossy, blistered skin made the severity of the wound clear. The rest of the skin around the gash was blistered and burned but he luckily retained most of the fur on his face- even the burned side.

[Fawn]

Originally Posted by CheetahPelt

Irritation roiled in her belly, but she cut it, she wasn't going to get angry. Otterstone took a breath. "The only thing is, Fawnsqueak. You've never trusted me. And before you even take a breath, I know I haven't given you reason to." He mind hopped back to the whole tansy thing, but she brushed past it. "You think I'm some old broken mind. I'm done with that. I know my herbs. I know more then you. That's a fact, plain and simple. I've learned more, experienced more." Cats he could learn from. Coyotesnarl? Of course the Windclan tom would want to undermine her, but again she shook that away, something to think about later. "You don't trust me, but you don't need to 'play kit-sitter' because I can do my own work." The irritation that roiled in her belly slipped into her words, and she tried to push it down, a cold calm replacing the hot irritation. "You don't trust me. I get it. But treat me like an equal. I'm not some kit. You don't have to play kit games or placate me. I've made mistakes. Big mistake, small mistakes, I've made them. I understand that." She understood. Her clarity of mind had and still was coming back. Right now she was nothing but a road block for him, a handful. Starclan, he had said it himself. A kit-sitter. Ha. His disrespect was blatent. No-cat had any respect left for Otterstone, and they expected her to not be prideful and angry? It was the only way she could stay with her eyes on a goal. Everyone expected her to fail, and this attitude was the only way she could keep herself afloat in the sea of doubts. "You hate this rank. Then leave me to do it. Let me organize the herb storage. Let me take care of patients. Watch me do it if that helps you sleep at night. Then you don't have to talk to me. You won't have to recheck my patients." If he really wanted to he could. "But I'm going to do my job." She drew herself up, ready for an onslaught, more irritation and disrespect, but paused. Her following meow was quiet. "Nothings going to fix your view of me, is it? And I can't even blame you for it."

"I did trust you.. y'know, before you.. did nothing, or ended up killing cats with negligence.. or not treating them," Fawnsqueak pondered, "that's where the trust in you sort of fell apart." Otterstone was right about that: she hadn't given him a reason to, in fact had seemingly gone out of her way to sabotage any attempt at being better.

He blinked, eyebrows raising, when she said she knew more than him. She knew her herbs. It was a fact, plain and simple. However, he had to point out, "You haven't been here to experience more." If they tallied them up, he had an inkling he'd have correctly treated more patients, but that wasn't too relevant. He'd take her word for it: she was more experienced, she knew more about herbs, and those were facts.

During her rant about how she could handle herself, he tried to brainstorm the pawful of moments he'd seen even the slightest hints of clarity in her. "Listen, it's not that I'm trying to make you feel inferior, and I'm sorry your ego is so fragile that you can't see beyond the bigger goal of helping our clanmates when you have demonstrated difficulty time and time again doing it on your own-- but I'm kit-sitting you because previously you have mistreated, ignored, misdiagnosed, and flat out identified the herbs and their usages incorrectly. And you haven't shown much improvement, to be honest. So, I'm not babying you to make you feel bad. I'm babying you because I literally do not want cats to die. It's like, you gloss over that part. That your pride is killing our clanmates. You can either be a big girl and acknowledge that your failings pretty much left me no choice but to supervise you, and do your job, or go pout in the corner about how your self-confidence is apparently resting on whether or not I let you keep messing around and potentially endangering cats." Until he saw change, it wasn't going to happen. Fawnsqueak cared about the clan too much to let their lives remain solely in the paws of Otterstone after seeing her struggle to handle the most minor of issues.

Fawnsqueak guffawed at the ludicrosy that was a resignation on his end. He did hate it, thought it was hardly more than a pool of the hypocritical cats playing with leaves all day and pretending to speak to the stars while avoiding the responsibility of making a real, tangible difference out there. But somehow, despite the sham the entire role was, Otterstone was the queen of the operation since she didn't even bother to do this job right.

If he left Otterstone to the position on her own, they'd go extinct. She'd have patients up to her ears and they'd all die from mistreatment or plain negligence, he'd seen it happen before and didn't feel right leaving RiverClan in that spot again. "You haven't collected herbs in, like, a moon. And that was the only time you even collected anything that wasn't a bunch of weeds.." Maybe she planned on enlisting the patrols to do all the work for her, as it was unlikely she would do the legwork.

Fawnsqueak paused, giving her an even stare. "I.." His throat was dry. Sliding his gaze to the herb storage, he mumbled something about "being right back" and disappeared, returning with the purple borage flower that he placed in front of Otterstone. "You know more than me about herbs," he repeated what she'd said earlier, "and that's a fact. You've experienced more, treated more patients. And you don't need my help, because you can handle this. I.. have a, a.. proposition. You remember the patrol that came in with the borage?" Fawnsqueak recalled how Otterstone had used the identification as a teaching moment, and he peered down at it. "I brought it out, and.. I want you to eat it." Because that's what would prove to him that he could resign, if Otterstone was confident enough in her abilities to consume the herb she'd identified. "If you eat it, I'll seriously go tell Lionstorm right now that I resign because you can do this job on your own." Fawnsqueak was curious, head tipped. He imagined it wouldn't be dangerous at least as long as she checked for the poison with her paws--he was fairly certain he'd seen her do that in the past. With her stubbornness and determination to succeed, to show him she was more skilled in herbs, he suspected she would take him up on the offer.