camp blood upon the snow — herb practice

[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 Shortly outside the medicine cat den, and following the dying of (most) of the commotion, Wolfsong has made a small assembly of herbs allowed to him by Vulturemask. With Cottonpaw's severe injury in particular, he thought it might be prudent to use what knowledge the medicine cat has shared. At the moment, his first patient is Sunstride: largely uninjured, fortunately, but with a deep bite-wound and scratch weeping slowly. He alternates between cobwebs and moss until it's fairly clean and the flow stemmed. Sunstride is hale and hearty otherwise, if a bit...quiet. Another defeat does little for anyone's mood, least of all a warrior such as Sunstride.

"Which of the fish-faced warriors did this?" He asks as he looks to the nearby herbs, kept safe from the wind by carefully arranged stones. Goldenrod. Should I follow it with catchweed? It is windy, and Sunstride active— I would not want to see Vulturemask's hard-searched herbs go to waste if goldenrod is dislodged. "I have half a mind to treat you for sickness— disease-ridden as they are."

/@SUNSTRIDE but no need to wait! i do ask that this thread is mostly for less serious injuries from the skirmish, but you can still post if you weren't part of it! i just didn't want to clog-up the main thread :)
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[SUNSTAR]

He bears the brunt of Wolfsong's tending without complaint. Even as the cobwebs tug at his fur and the moss stings his raw wound, Sunstride does not flinch away from his touch. Shoulders rounded low and his head ducked even further– though it does not make him seem smaller, he is certainly less approachable than he has been in times past. There is a dark and moody glint to his eyes. His mind dreams of a battle fought to its extent, to seeing the life bleed from a leader other than Sootstar. To make it known that all who cross WindClan would meet the full strength of it. Weaselclaw had not been wrong to call for a retreat. He knows it would have doomed them to fight much longer, yet he cannot shake the reluctance he had felt at their call to leave. The bitterness he had made part of him since then.

Had Smokethroat not taken them by surprise, perhaps things would have been different. If their patrol had not been filled with traitors and kittypets, and an apprentice young enough to be incautious. Had it been intentional? A choice he Badgermoon had made with thought? He does not know if it's better to assume purpose or purposelessness. Neither comfort him.

"The River King himself," Sunstride bites out, acidic as bile. "He is as rabid and sickly as they say– it might not be a waste to worry of such things." He sighs and twitches at a particularly sensitive part of Wolfsong's work, but swallows his misgivings and pride both. "You seem to have learned a great many tricks from Vulturemask. Do they suit you?"

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES REFERENCE 05.28.2023 〙ˊˎ＜

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, but somewhat closeted. will not be open about his interests.  single, will be so.
  —— seems comparatively stranger than who he was some moons ago, serious and cool.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[Badgermoon]

Badgermoon was aware that the patrol's failure to protect Cottonpaw - and, more generally, its defeat at the paws of the RiverClanners - could be understood as a consequence of a poor decision on his behalf. He saw it differently, though perhaps that was hardly a surprise; what self-respecting warrior put so little faith in himself and his Clanmates? The RiverClanners had fought dirty, by all accounts, and he was content to put all the blame on their shoulders. Still, it would be in poor taste to not check up on the wounded - though manners were hardly a concern of his. He was much more worried for the welfare of his friends and Clanmates. The bicolor tom's brow was furrowed as he approached Vulturemask and Wolfsong's makeshift triage station, attempting to brush his dark tail against Sunstride in a gesture of concern. "I expect your nose suffered worse than any other part of you, if you got that close to Cicadastar." remarked Badgermoon with a small huff of mingled amusement and disgust. His eyes wandered over to Wolfsong, intrigued to see the golden tom assisting their brooding medicine cat. It was impressive: any cat who could fight as well as heal was certainly a valuable asset.​

 

[VULTUREMASK]

Vulturemask sat in silence as he watched Wolfsong he in one or another way had taken under his 'wing'. It was nice with some help sometimes at least with someone he not felt contempt for. Vulturemask was quite protective over his herbs after all and wouldn't let just anyone touch them. He had picked carefully and this far was pleased with the subject he had picked that one day might become Starclan's new prophet. Wolfsong had already proven to have talent on this field and with their more friendly aspect to their personality it was helpful to him as well since he could hide behind it. The unpleasant company he could leave to them. A win situation to him in the end.


" I hope you left a scar for them to remember you by as well. " He spoke up suddenly, his attention slowly shifting over to Sunstride who in his mind was the mate of Wolfsong. It was a shame the lead warrior had not been able to take one of the fish kings lives but he supposed not everything could go as planned. He heard Wolfsong half-joking around about giving Sunstride one of the sickness herbs which made the medicine cat twitch his whiskers before sending a side glance stare over at them. " Why?, do you suspect Sunstride will fall sick? " He was curious wishing for his assistence to explain their motives.

Badgermoon he would give an acknowledged nod towards but said nothing to them. The deputy looked fine and so he would instead contunie to wait and see which else of the bugs would dare arrive up here today. He hoped this would go smoothly so he could escape into his den again and spend time with his herbs and...them.

// fill free to drop anyone in here who was part of the RC skirmish raid! [/glow]



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[HEATHCLAW.]

Wolfsong's taking to medicine came as something of a surprise to him. He would be the last one to claim closeness to someone he truly knew little about– especially in the presence of someone who did; but for what it was worth Gin's group had been survivors; little more, rubbing dirt on the wounds they'd accrued. It's a game Heath has played for the majority of his life. Clans had showed him that more was indeed possible.

With how battle - prone they were, wasn't nothin' wrong with having another set of paws around. Wolfsong's taking to Sunstride was nothin' new, only the nature of their proximity. Heath recalls the own treatment of his aches from battles past. Knew it wasn't the most comfortable thing, but Wolfsong's chatter likely provided an extra thing to grit his teeth too. Vulturemask certainly wasn't quite as chatty. Then again, neither was he.

The deputy weighs in with his own sense of concern. Of course, when you're cut open, the best thing you can do is joke about it. Though barely noticeable, there's a smile on Heath's face as he passes by the band of warriors. Not even Vulturemask is exempt, though he seems to miss the nature of the others' remarks. " Only jokes, Vulturemask, " Heath says kindly, eyes trailing to the warriors gathered. " Y'know what they say. A symptom of sickness is fish breath, and all. " Not truly a saying; the nature of the smell wasn't so specific.

OOC INFORMATION

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• — HEATHCLAW: he / him; cisgender male, 45 moons. moor - runner of windclan.
  — bisexual with no clear preference. single.
  — low, rumbling voice with a noticeable, but not overbearing southern drawl.
  — goes with the tides. if loyalty is what will benefit him, so be it. independent but amicable.
  
  — for windclan – a tall and broad chocolate tabby tom with half a tail. Smattered with smaller scars, the most obvious being a sharp cut across his lower jaw and eye, that of which is half-blind. Sharp-jawed with an intense hazeled stare; lost most of his tail due to an incident when he was younger.

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[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw’s wounds from the skirmish are miniscule, but of course they are—he’d hardly had the chance to fight. Smokethroat had held him at bay, his daughter squirming under his claws, and his own patrol was near-slaughtered while he battled the RiverClan warrior. There’s almost as much resentment simmering inside of him for that as there is for Smokethroat and Cicadastar harming Cottonpaw.

The tabby gives Wolfsong a curious look, then spreads it to Vulturemask. He wonders why the black feline isn’t the one administering cobwebs… but he does not question it. He sits in relative silence near the conversing group, only pressing a paw loosely to the throat area where Smokethroat had attacked him.

It’s nothing, really, compared to some of the other cats’ injuries. And he can’t bring himself to join in the banter going around. He won’t fault the other cats for it—but he has no mirth left in him after all that has occurred.

StarClan has torn the joy from him.
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[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── Like this, Wolfsong cannot soothe him— Sunstride is in such a mood that he does not doubt he would interpret tenderness as implying some moral failing on his part. His pride is a living thing. For some, it is merely a bubble atop a pond, filling or popping, but he sees Sunstride's as a great tree, fed by sunshine and aching in the cold. "You will have your chance to face him again," he says evenly, just shy of reassuring. Careful, but not so careful he is aware of it. "Vulturemask might have to keep you for observation; you just might turn into a fish." Wolfsong chuckles before he begins to chew goldenrod, ignoring the flavor and pressing it to his bite wound. His face will be next, but he pauses. "All things suit me when I choose them." His eye twinkles.

He glances at their deputy and huffs another laugh. In truth, RiverClanners do not smell so terribly to Wolfsong— but their silky pelts speak of vanity that the insult is well-aimed.

His golden head inclines to Vulturemask, and he is no longer a child, but in his chest is a student's apprehension. He has taught me well, but do I reflect his knowledge just as well? He seems to interpret their playful banter literally, and it is Heathclaw who disabuses him of it with that odd sway to his vowels, not unlike Houndthistle's. Wolfsong is thankful; it means he can begin cleaning the wound on Sunstride's face.

And catches sight of Weaselclaw's while doing so. There is little spark to him— RiverClan's doing, and ShadowClan's. The latter took a life from his mate, and the former an eye from his daughter. Wolfsong thinks he would be so devoured by reckless fury that everything else would fall to ashes. Swallowing, he gives his clanmate a short nod. He'll tend him after Sunstride, if Vulturemask is needed inside. ​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN ROGUE TURNED LEAD WARRIOR (MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING). 35 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC PARENTS. BIO, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ 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: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ 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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[VULTUREMASK]

[FONT=arialHuh, a joke?. It had only been a joke. [I]Fantastic. [/I]Vulturemask looked indifferent while on the inside felt a lil bit embarassed. He should have known.....Wolfsong was known for leaving half-serious comments all of the time. Sometimes he got them sometimes he didn't. In a time like this he had completely missed it. Maybe it had something to do with how serious he was about his job all things consider. " Hmmh." He had never heared the saying in what Heathclaw was rambling about but he choose not to say anything about it. He was not active in social get-togethers anyway.

Weaselclaw was always a sore of the eye to see...to be honest lacking to feel much sympathy for them. In truth he couldn't exactly say he felt much of anything these past couple of days. It was like he finally had got set free from the burden of emotions. Weaselclaw did not look that badly injured though this time not looking to be close to the death door which meant he would leave this one too Wolfsong. [/FONT]


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