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[cottonsprig]

Cottonpaw finds herself more and more comfortable with her new position, though she recognizes that she must be slower on the uptake than the other apprentices across the Clans. Perhaps it is Wolfsong's ever going patience, or her determination to get something right, that keeps her optimistic. In any case, she must've passed some unspoken test, as her mentor instructs her to go find an herb for the den. Catmint specifically. Cottonpaw memorizes the look of one they have in storage, grabs a spare warrior and heads out.

It isn't long before she's back - and she just barely misses barreling into some poor sap with a thorn in their paw. The grey she-cat's excitement rolls off of her in waves as she slows herself just enough to not collide into any of the well maintained walls of Wolfsong's den. Cottonpaw skids in beside Wolfsong himself, a clump of stems and leaves clenched between her teeth. It's clear that the young girl had gotten excited with finding exactly what she set out for - while the catmint itself is largely undamaged, the weeds and foliage that had been around it must've taken a beating, as random shreds of leaves and petals also adorn the pitiful bouquet.

"Wolfsong," she cheers, her tone in an excited whisper - perhaps partially due to the sprinting she done prior. "I found so much catmint - look!" In truth, it's only a few doses. But a win is a win to Cottonpaw.

@WOLFSONG ​

 

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He wonders whether it would be beneficial to...combine multiple herbs of different application methods. Lavender is inhaled rather than eaten, and perhaps it would not be dangerous combined with tansy, which is eaten, given he would not be forcing too many herbs into a sick patient's stomach. How they may interact with each other is his primary concern, given he can do nothing but alleviate symptoms without a stock of lungwort. Sighing, he sets that aside to try later, perhaps with Mintshade or Moorpaw. Weaselclaw is proving to be incredibly paranoid.

He startles at the sudden commotion and the den entrance, which is followed shortly by Cottonpaw drawing to a halt beside him with a mass of foliage in her mouth. He recognizes catmint among them, and though it is very messily done, pride gleams in his sole eye. "Two doses will certainly be useful. I wish they had an effect on yellowcough, but we are certain to be prepared for any other sicknesses." He smiles warmly at her, and it slowly fades.

"We should discuss your father, Cottonpaw." ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

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• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[cottonsprig]

His tone and the glint in his eye each provide Cottonpaw with enough pride to warm her heart. Unsurprisingly, it's nice to get something right at least once. She doesn't want to become any more of a misfit, after all. StarClan gifted her this chance to do right by her Clan - and for everyone she knows and loves, she will do her best to be sure their choice was no mistake.

The young femme takes the brief pause between them to rest the catmint between their paws, adding, "Yeah! They're good for... um..." she's delicate in handling the leaves and petals going forward, parsing useless weed from useful stem. "The other -coughs, right?" Cottonpaw offers Wolfsong, focused and unable to watch his gaze darken. Her own blue eyes sadden almost immediately after he speaks again.

"I..." don't want to. It's clear even with her slow and soft tone what she wants to say; despite her growing age, the childishness of wanting to be ignorant to the world weighs heavy in her shoulders. "He didn't even touch the rabbit I brought him," she offers leaning back to sit down and partially abandon the menial sorting she's started.​