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Post by vines on Jun 27, 2012 21:41:31 GMT -5
Haresprint
The day had come most uneventful--Haresprint could say that much. There had been a suprising lack of injury that evening. Of course, the young Medicine Cat knew all too well that it was only a matter of time before the little cleft was overrun by sick and injured patients. The next epedemic would soon be upon them. He could feel it in his bones. One might say it negative to think this way, but Haresprint did not. Facing facts and being frank were his way. In fact, he thought as much as that he ought to tell the leader. But now was not the time.
Haresprint sifted through the crack in which he kept most of the herbs. His black and white spotted tail quivered, itching to be active. Despite the lack of patients, he was running dangerously low on supplies, and it had come time to restock. Tansy, Feverfew--Ah! There's the lavender...Oh dear, I guess that leak has spoiled it all. I'll have to get one of the warriors to--Haresprint sighed. Getting assistance meant talking to people, and initiating a patrol to get clay. That just would not do. However, he knew Luckystrike well enough. Mabye he would order some warriors to collect some on their way back from the lake of he was asked.
A dim sliver of light cascaded down from a crack in the roof, alighting scores of dust particals as they danced across the threshold. It shined so that the Medicine Cat had to look away. As well, it reminded Haresprint just how long it had been since he had recieved a message from starclan. The season had been plentiful, that was certain; and they certainly didn't need trouble. It just disturbed him, that's all. During his reign as healer, he had been frequently prompted by the starry warriors. This cat had found it awkward getting accustomed to life without them.
Just then, a familiar sound entered his ears. They pricked, listening carefully. It must've been a cat entering the den behind him. If he turned around, that would mean eye contact. And it would be rude he didn't meet it. So, Haresprint just tried to look as busy as he could, and called over his shoulder. "Good afternoon." |
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Post by sharptooth on Jun 27, 2012 21:57:21 GMT -5
Skullpaw walked in spitting blood from his mouth. Haresprint do you have anyway of treating a splinter that is stuck in a cat's tongue he asked spitting blood for the second time.
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Post by vines on Jun 27, 2012 22:32:56 GMT -5
Haresprint
In spite of himself, the medicine cat whipped around, struck temporarily dumb at the odd request. Before him stood Skullpaw, a little awkwardly, the apprentice spitting blood onto the cool stone floor. This snapped Haresprint back into reality with a jolt. Adrenaline often gave the tom an advantage in healing; it helped him overcome his shyness--even if only for a little while. "Great Starclan! How did you manage that?"he mumbled puzzledly, all the while craning his neck to see inside the bloody cave that was Skullpaw's mouth cavity.
If it was bleeding that bad, it must've been in there deep. Big or small, it would be causing him great pain, and needed to be removed at once. But first the apprentice owed him an explanation as to how he had aquired this painful accessory. Haresprint though cats nowadays ought to know better than to put their tongue in places they don't belong.
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Post by sharptooth on Jun 27, 2012 22:45:04 GMT -5
Skullclaw began to pad the ground. Can you keep a secret? Well either way i have to tell you. I went out through a hidden hole in the barrier and when I went to fix it. I bit the stick to hard and some of it broke off and ended up in my mouth. I spat out most of it on my way to my den and then i realized i was bleeding and so i ran over here.
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Post by vines on Jun 27, 2012 23:25:17 GMT -5
Haresprint
Haresprint was about to scold the young cat, but bit his tongue. A steady trickle of crimson was already staining the side of the apprentice's maw. That would have to wait. Now he just had to procure an edible treatment from his already dwindling supply of herbs. The medicine cat silenced him with a sharp, "That's enough. Now sit over there and hold still." and went about his way to fetch the herbs.
He had no meant to be so curt, but pressure was biting at his pelt. Situations involving so much blood--however treatable--had always made Haresprint's nerves bad since the early death of his own mentor, whom he could do nothing to save. But this was not a fatal wound to the neck, nor was it from a fox. I can do this. The best thing I can give him at the moment is dock, and--yes, honey. That will soothe it well enough. It's a shame that I don't have any comfrey.
This was certainly a difficult case, for it was in the mouth, and not the exterior. The treatment for toothache wouldn't do here, either. This was all he had; it would simply have to work. Haresprint approached Skullpaw with the dark leaves he had procured, the herbs looking slightly shriveled. This Dock would be much less potent than if it had been fresh. "Now, I'm going to have to get the splinter out. Be still now. It'll only hurt for a bit."
Haresprint squinted. Marigold should be applied to stop the bleeding. If he swishes it around, it might just suck out the bits of wood as well. It was a thought, but it might' make his job easier. Upon returning with the marigold held daintily in his jaws, he passed it on to the apprentice, sending a quiet prayer to Starclan for this cat's wellbeing, as well as his own sanity.
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Post by sharptooth on Jun 27, 2012 23:44:02 GMT -5
Skullpaw did as instructed as he hated the pain in his mouth. He tried not to move as he was instructed not to. When he saw the herbs that Haresprint had he wondered what they all did.
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Post by vines on Jun 28, 2012 0:08:08 GMT -5
Haresprint
The medicine peered into his outstretched jaws, recoiling slightly. This cat had some rank breath! The metallic tang of blood wreathed around him, dizzying him into oblivion. Haresprint took a moment to compose himself, before passing the last of the herbs and honey to the young tom. "That should help a bit, at least. The pieces should come out on their own. What you need to be wary of is catching your tounge on anything else. I hope you've learned something out of this, kid." He stretched, exposing rows of sharp white teeth. "Now, Bite onto these cobwebs. I need your help with something."
Without awaiting an answer, Haresprint loped off towards the entrance. Skullpaw would catch up in due time, but for now he needed to look for potential helpers. The warriors were usually pretty eager to drop their duties for the sake of goood health, so that was who he targeted. Then he spotted a she-cat padding into camp, a plump mouse dangling from her jaws. Immediately, he called after her, and explained the task. She obliged and set off towards the forest. Turning, Haresprint waited for Skullpaw to finish up his medicine.
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Post by sharptooth on Jun 28, 2012 7:26:00 GMT -5
Skullpaw bit down on the cobwebs softly. Then headed for the entrance and went out. He ran to the medicine cat as fast as he could. What are we doing now? he asked muffled by the cobwebs.
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Post by vines on Jun 28, 2012 14:30:35 GMT -5
Haresprint
Haresprint flicked his tail towards the camp entrance. "You're going to help me fetch some herbs. I would get a warrior to do it, but.." the tom's gaze shifted to skullpaw. "You were here first. I assume it will be fair punishment for sneaking out of camp. Or would you rather me tell Ratstar what you've discovered, and let him issue your punishment?" A mischeious twinkle developed in the cat's eyes as he voiced the last sentence. Skullpaw was trapped now, and would likely find himself helping the medicine cat whether he liked it or not.
[[ Sorry, low muse! ]]
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Post by sharptooth on Jun 28, 2012 14:40:18 GMT -5
{it's okay i am not good with muse at all}
Skullpaw shook his head no as he wished not to be in trouble. Okay I'll help look for herbs. he said muffles by the cobwebs yet again. He looked down at his paws as he waited for Haresprint to lead the way.
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Post by vines on Jun 28, 2012 16:22:20 GMT -5
Haresprint
Haresprint took off towards the entrance, keeping good pace so that Skullpaw could follow him. His paws instinctively carried him out to the moorland. "We're looking for Goldenrod. The stem is long, and the head is a bright yellow color. Make sure you grab the whole stem once you find it."
With that said, the medicine cat began searching for it himself. His tail streaming, Haresprint pulled up a thick clump of green leaves that looked nothing like his description of goldenrod. "And this is Stinging Nettle," he explained.
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Post by sharptooth on Jun 28, 2012 17:00:26 GMT -5
Skullpaw took off after Haresprint racing at full speed. When they reached the moorland he watched as Haresprint stopped. He pricked his ears as he was explained on what he was looking for. When Haresprint finished explaining Skullpaw began to search for goldenrod. This was until he heard Haresprint talking again. He pricked his ears as her turned to watch Haresprint who was holding dark green leave.
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Post by vines on Jun 29, 2012 1:15:50 GMT -5
Haresprint
Haresprint shook his white head, gazing frustratedly at the fields beyond. Then he turned to Skullpaw. "Y'know what? I think you've learned your lesson. You can go...do whatever." With that, he turned to return to his medicine duties alone--how he liked it. He was once again encasing himself into an anti-social shell that he so often struggled with; that was the way he planned to stay until the next disaster occured.
Little did he know how soon that would be.
Having relieved himself of the young cat's presence, he loped back towards the lake fror some solitude. There he could find the Marigold that was thriving at it's banks. After all, he knew that was where it grew best.
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Post by sharptooth on Jun 29, 2012 1:24:03 GMT -5
Skullpaw turned and looked at Haresprint wondering why he had to leave but he shrugged off the thought. He dropped the goldenrod he did find and hoped Haresprint would see it. Then he scurried off to camp his mouth still bleeding.
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