camp A FEATHER ON THE AIR;; herb lesson

[Moonbeam]

She couldn't ignore the concern surrounding the recent news of her new ventures as a medicine cat, couldn't ignore the upset comments about who she was getting trained by, about the deal that had been placed so that she may earn the knowledge that had been stripped from her when Ravensong had disappeared. Though she would have much preferred him to be here instead of having to learn from Gentlestorm - he was nice enough, but he was still a ThunderClanner - she preferred the company of the large fluffy ThunderClanner over that of SkyClan's oldest medicine cat, was worried about being in a new territory with so many dangers for a cat that couldn't swim that Fireflyglow would meet an untimely death had he come here instead of the plan with the ThunderClanners, WindClan and ShadowClan were simply off the table, one too far and the other too combative and scheming. This was the best option, the best route to take, and whether or not her clanmates agreed with her didn't much matter to the pale moggie as it was already done. It didn't mean she didn't need to leave them without help though, a means to save others just long enough to come get her.

She gathered some small bits of herbs that lay on a leaf in front of her for now, cobwebs wrapped around her legs as moss lie to the side before she had asked an apprentice to gather some others. Anyone was welcome to watch, to listen, to learn, for it was all information that would be useful in the coming weeks just in case. "I know medicine isn't the most fun thing for some, but due to things changing for a little bit and me not being around all the time now please listen and learn, since this could save someone's life." Morbid she knew, jumping to potential death immediately, but it was important for her clanmates that had gathered to listen. "If someone gets injured and I'm not here, someone needs to go to the ThunderClan border and get me, but sometimes that can take a little more time than we'd all like so while someone is doing that someone else needs to get clean moss and cobwebs and press the moss down on the wound to help stop the bleeding." As she spoke she moved the moss in front of her so that more could see it before pressing down on it as an example, watching for any quick questions before continuing on once they had been answered.

"If whoever is injured is able to walk back to my den without being dizzy or in a lot of pain from walking then you'll use the cobwebs to help wrap the moss and keep it in place until I get back. If they're in too much pain or are dizzy and it's safe to stay where you're at then stay there until I get there." She didn't need someone injuring themselves more just to get back to camp, worse could happen then. "If it's something super bad and really painful then you'll chew on these leaves, don't swallow them just chew on them, and if it's something from a predator like a bite from a dog or a fox then someone needs to chew on this and put it on the wound under the moss to stop infection just in case."" Dandelion and marigold respectively were moved so that everyone could see them as she spoke, eyes watching each cat once more before they were placed down.

"I keep all this stuff pre-prepared near the entrance of my den just in case, it's what is in the bundles I take with me when I've been gotten before and that way it'll be easier for everyone to grab it if needed. No need to look through my herbs and accidentally give someone the wrong thing, there's no chance of that this way." She'd just be sure to prepare a couple extra to keep near the entrance of her den just in case. "And anyone allowed outside of the territory should know the nearest spots for moss and cobwebs since we've all gathered them together... any questions?"

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

• -- ignore the fact this is on an even day, this'll be set on one of the days Moon is in RiverClan <33
• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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[EVENINGPAW]

Medicine knowledge is as sacred as everything else that hang a bit too far out of reach for Eveningpaw — it is akin to a nine lives ceremony, not meant for mere mortals to indulge in. Of course... Moonbeam is as much of a mortal as any of them, but what she manages to heal with the same set of paws that any other cat has- well, it's safe to say she always manages to sweep Eveningpaw off her own paws. There's a reason for the kit-like fondness that had blossomed within that pale chest; one not solely related to a pretty pelt and a cute face.

She wastes no time. When Moonbeam spreads her herbs out for all to see, Eveningpaw is amongst the first to flock to her audience.

Moonbeam assumes this session to be no fun, and although Eveningpaw agrees battle training gets her heart pumping much faster than squeezing juices into a wound, she is excited nevertheless. The art (magic, really) of healing might not offer as immediate of a reward as practicing the same move ten times in a row, but Gladefrost had urged her to be more patient. This might be the perfect opportunity.

A variety of techniques are shown without hesitation; different looking plants are pointed to, each with unique properties, and Eveningpaw forces her mind to remain focused. It all depends on memory... she seldom considers that fact when a panicked Clanmate calls for a medicine cat's assistance.

"Um, how do you know how hard to press down?" Eveningpaw asks, sounding more sheepish than she's ever been. "On the wound, I mean. If it's bleeding and nasty, I don't want to cause more pain."
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[Magpiepaᴡ]

〔✦〕While medicine was not something usually thought about when it came to learning, it still found itself enthralled with the information that Moonbeam was sharing. She had been instructing a group of them on what to do in certain situations when she was gone. While the arrangement wasnt ideal and it thought it was a little silly to have to send their medicine cat away, they weren’t clan leader or anything like that so they had no say in the matter.

Still, Magpiepaw watched the pale furred medicine cat speak about if someone was dizzy or in pain while they walked, where to find herbs in her den in case they needed something right away. It was all so- interesting. Something they never thought would catch such an insistence in them but they listened with intent and nodded along with Moonbeams’ words.

Near the entrance, chew on this and put it on the wound- cobs webs and moss too! Magpiepaw shifted in their spot on the ground as the medicine cat then speaks of who has questions, and they had a million a done to ask- yet Eveningpaw beats them to it. Asking how much pressure to put on the wound and that she wouldn’t want to cause more pain to the cat with the wound. Suppose they hadn’t thought about that one but they found themselves furrowing their brow a little.

“Wouldnt it be more painful to not put a lot of pressure?” They inquire with innate curiosity to the other apprentice before then looking to Moonbeam as they shifted their front, white paws a little, “I mean- like if they bleed out from not enough pressure right?” It wanted to sound like they understood but they felt like they were fumbling with its words. Great.

i am a lost boy ( neverland is home to lost boys ) //

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• Magpiepaw —— Apprentice of Riverclan , mentored by Hawkcloud . NPC x NPC . littermate to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw ✦ penned by wolfie
  ✦ AFAB Agender Masculine / they/it/ze / 10 months & ages every 23ʳᵈ
  ✦ single / Demisexual Homoromantic(femme leaning) & polyamorous / open to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired black and white cat with blue eyes. write a short description detailing appearance including necessary information.

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

If Snakeblink doesn’t entirely disapprove of Moonbeam going to Thunderclan for teaching, it is only because he knows a half-trained medicine cat could put Riverclan in dire danger; otherwise he would consider sitting on their white-furred healer to make sure she could not be subjected to Thunderclan’s… everything, really. He does not trust them with her safety.

Still, one must learn to make do.

Her impromptu lesson on herbs comes as somewhat of a balm on these anxieties of his. She is a diligent and thoughtful healer; she will not leave them helpless in her absence, and she knows what she is doing. He will endeavor to remember it going forward (though he knows it will only be half a success at best.)

Besides, few things distract him from his concerns quite as efficiently as the satisfaction of information gained. Herbs have always been a subject of curiosity for him, though he’s submitted to the secrecy medicine cats demand: any crumb of knowledge is welcomed with enthusiasm and keen interest. He is not one to enjoy ignorance, even knowing that his current duties do not allow for the time to take on the office of a healer.

He watches and listens in perfect stillness and silence to make sure he does not miss a bit of it, but is glad for the opportunity for questions anyway. He has a few of his own.

”Pain is often a requirement for survival,” he notes at Eveningpaw’s question, nodding at Midnightpaw in tacit assent. He then remembers that he’s not meant to be the teacher here and glances at Moonbeam for confirmation, sheepish and awkward. ”That is to say— One ought to press as hard as required to staunch the blood flow, yes?”

He tilts his head, tail swaying in quick, pensive movements. ”And what if the wounded cannot move, but where they are is not sure to remain safe, or so distant from the border that the time required to fetch you and bring you back might be excessive? Would you recommend moving them, or would that risk aggravating any injury?”​

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  — Snakeblink • he / him. 54 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[robinheart]

There is still guilt swathing her mind over this arrangement - this deal with ThunderClan so that Moonbeam could become fully trained. It was inevitable but the tortoiseshell feels she sped up the process that day the hound crashed into camp and broke her leg. Now RiverClan would be vulnerable on the days their medicine cat went to Gentlestorm’s den to train. So distant from everyone who needed the pale healer.

Robinheart is grateful Moonbeam is teaching the basics of healing. It eases some of her concerns (and sparks intrigue after all the weeks she has spent watching Moonbeam heal). The tortoiseshell limps towards the small crowd and takes a seat near Snakeblink. His questions remind her of her injury - the peril that they all faced and the need to move her from harm’s way. She remembers the searing pain as Moonbeam and Shellpaw supported her flanks and led her away. And Eveningpaw’s question paired with Magpiepaw’s stir up memories of what happened next. The puncture wounds that had to be staunched and wrapped to avoid infection. It had hurt badly. Agony hazed her citrine eyes that day. That agony does not remain however - the pain long gone with only a dull ache remaining.

She doesn’t explain herself though, not out of hoarding knowledge but out of respect for Moonbeam. This was her herb lesson after all - Robinheart was present to learn, not help instruct.​

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[BEEFANG]

ᨒ AN EYE FOR AN EYE, A LEG FOR A LEG. A SHOT IN THE HEART DOESN'T MAKE IT UNBREAK ᨒ​

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ — With a sweep of her bottlebrush tail, Beefang approaches slowly with a few pawsteps as her lone eye focuses onto Moonbeam in a silent way of greeting only to settle down near Snakeblink. Her mate goes over how there's bundles of herbs prepared for instances when she isn't available in camp and within Thunderclan's territory, its enough to make the bicolored molly frown at the very fact that Moonbeam had to be away at all to complete her training... If Beefang had it her way then she could've found a better solution to all of this but alas, Lichenstar had already given their word to Howlingstar to refrain from taking Sunningrocks in turn for helping Moonbeam complete her medicine cat training that Ravensong had left unfinished.

She tries to keep her expression stoic despite all of these small inconviences and so she attempts to focus onto the words that slip from the pale furred molly's jaws, her tail wrapping around her forepaws and blinks her single eye. Moonbeam pushes forth two flowers that looked the same to the young warrior though upon closer inspection, one's bigger than the other and their petals are different too, she squints her lone amber eye at these small measley flowers as her mate explains that one's to chew for the pain and the other is placed onto the wound. It's too much to remember and it makes her grateful that she isn't a medicine cat much like the one she had been named after, all of this was so painfully boring.

Even if Moonbeam were try to teach her more than what she's sharing right now, well, Beefang would've yawned knowing that the role of her mate didn't interest her in the least especially all those plants... Goatwheat? Or goat whatever it was. Chervil? Poppy seeds? Too much to bother remembering. Although, its impressive that her mate could easily differentiate one leaf from another that was cool... She has to bite back a yawn and instead focuses on what Snakeblink asks only to hum in agreement about pain often being a requirement for survival.

⡠﹞SHES NOT A BAD KID ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ BUT THEY HAD TO DO IT, SHE HAD TO CRACK﹝⠢

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  WARRIOR SKILLSET;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ HUNTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ TRACKING
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ COMBAT
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ STEALTH
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ STRATEGY
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ SWIMMING
  — ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ CLIMBING
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  ✦ a shorthaired black smoke molly w/low white and a singular amber eye
  ✦ oftentimes comes off as untrusting of those around her, closed off, and not the easiest to engage in conversation with, she's not easy to befriend. distrusting of outsiders and will snap at you if y/c walks up to her on her blind side. all her opinions are IC only.
  ✦ 14 moons old; ages the 10th every month
  ✦ asexual homoromantic; mated to moonbeam
  ✦ currently mentoring... roepaw ; formerly mentored by smokestar
  ✦ firstborn daughter of cicadastar and smokestar
  ✦ sister of cicadaflight and loveburn
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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