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Post by Loki on Mar 29, 2018 2:01:54 GMT
Ashstar sat in the medicine cat den, waiting for her to fix up some medicine to put on his scratches. Most were small ones, but there was a long, deep one on his shoulder. That one had a possibility of leaving a scar, but what was a leader without a scar. He tried to keep it from bleeding too much while waiting, but it still bled a bit. He flinched as he moved his leg a bit, the scratch opening again and bleeding more. ( Silverpelt)
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Post by Silverpelt on Mar 29, 2018 16:36:53 GMT
Padding into the den, Silverbrook nodded to Ashstar respectively. Darting to his side, she first sniffed the long wound on his shoulder, it was deep, but luckily it did not go down to the bone. Jumping back to her herb store, she pushed aside on stone slab and nipped off a stem marigold and goldenrod. Placing it besides the gray tom, she said softly as she separated the two “After this is finished, I don’t want you using that shoulder of yours, any sudden movement can cause it to re-open.” Liking the wound, she then chewed the marigold and the goldenrod into a pulp and then softly applied it to his would. “Now just wait.” She said as she turned away from him.
(A few minutes past)
Racing back in with a wad of cobwebs on her paw, she quickly spread it over his wound. “If you need anything else, just call.” Turning away, she rushed to the other side of the den and applied a few herbs to her own wounds.
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Post by Loki on Mar 31, 2018 3:18:34 GMT
He sat patiently as she applied medicine to his wounds. Once Silverbrook had finished, he carefully made his way to one of the extra nests. He laid down, relieving pressure off his wound. Ashstar watched as she applied a pulp onto her own scratches. His eyelids felt like a million pounds and Ashstar thought it best to take a nap. As soon as his eyes closed, he was asleep. He had no dreams, just darkness.
When he woke up, the sun had reached late afternoon. Ashstar yawned as he looked around the den, his eyes adjusting.
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Post by Silverpelt on Mar 31, 2018 18:34:03 GMT
"How are you feeling?" Silverbrook asked as she padded into the den. "I did the rest of your scratches when you were asleep."
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Post by Loki on Apr 1, 2018 1:36:29 GMT
"I feel better. Pretty sore though," he replied. "Thanks for getting my other scratches. Did you get all of yours? I wouldn't want you to miss any, because I needed something," he asked.
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Post by Silverpelt on Apr 1, 2018 23:18:44 GMT
"Yes, I treated all my scratches, do you want some water?" Silverbrook asked, padding to the back entrance.
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Post by Loki on Apr 5, 2018 12:10:38 GMT
"Some water would be wonderful," Ashstar replied. He sat up and carefully stretched his back out. He moved a few pine needles around and laid back down.
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Post by Silverpelt on Apr 6, 2018 14:30:28 GMT
Turning away from him, Silverbrook disappeared out the back entrance. Looking around the small hollow, she picked up a wad of moss and then left the den. Turning around the bramble, she quickly made it to the stream. Is fast running water splashed on the rocky shore and the small fished that tried to thrive there were quickly forced to leave. Submerging the moss in the ice-cold water, she quickly picked it out before water splashed onto her muzzle.
Zipping back into the den, she placed the dripping moss ball in front of her leader, then turning back to her herb store she pulled out some thyme leave and black poppy seeds. “This will help with the shock and the pain.” Placing it down next to the wet moss, she too took some of the same herbs and ate them.
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Post by Loki on Apr 11, 2018 14:24:39 GMT
Ashstar sniffed at the herbs, before chewing and swallowing them. He licked up some of the dripping water from the moss to wash down the herbs. "Have you had anything to eat? With all you've been doing, you must be hungry." His own stomach growled at the thought of food. He ignored it. The clan was more important than his stomach. "I'm pretty sure there is a mouse or two on the prey pile if you want it."
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Post by Silverpelt on Apr 12, 2018 17:34:00 GMT
"Ill go see." Padding out the den, Silverbrook found the pile only had a few mice and the hawk they killed the day before. 'I hope this leaf-bare wont be as bad as last seasons.' Picking up a mouse, she raced back to the den. "Here," she said kindly, placing the mouse down in front of him, "You need it more then me."
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