COLD REACTOR \ hailstorm

[BERRYHEART]

He beckoned his student into the quietness of the den- not a patient in sight, separate from the world. The last few weeks he had been focusing Hailstorm's training on simply foraging- looking for herbs, learning to pick them out among 'regular' plants, was a skill that needed to be as sharp as claws. Now it was time to put into practice how to use those herbs- in a theoretical setting, of course. Berryheart revelled in his experiments, but he was in no rush to permanently injure himself.

Suddenly, Berryheart flopped on his side, flat as a puddle on the ground. Only once he was laid did he give an explanation. "Imagine my leg is injured." The instructions were hummed clearly and directly, despite their fantastical basis. "It's not bleeding." He wiggled his leg, the one with the missing paw. "It looks very twisted, and some of it seems to hang limply- it is not simply misplaced. What have I done to it?"

From where he lay, dull green eyes flickered expectantly to his apprentice's face. Being a medicine cat was not simple fact-learning... logic and creativity would lead you down a shining path of true knowledge, too.

\ @HAILSTORM. ​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — Hailstorm retreated into the quiet of the medicine cat den following behind his mentor with both of his ears pricked forward knowing that it was likely more training but more different than that of foraging he had gotten accustomed of doing. He nearly jumps back when Berryheart suddenly flops onto his side and takes a few seconds to recover yet feels his face growing hot from embarrassment instead choosing to listen closely to what Berryheart says. An injured leg that is not bleeding nor misplaced and it looking twisted with some of it hanging limply. The wiggling of his mentor to add onto his act of being injured and Hailstorm frowns silently in thought knowing that it was not an ordinary injury like a bleeding wound or a misplaced limb, he thinks of how Duskpool had dislocated his shoulder during the journey and how other sustained other ones from the rockslide.

Finally, he thinks of Stormfeather and her legs how they were not getting better nor worse yet... They were rather limp were they not? He remembers how her legs had rested on his and Lightstrike's back when they had been carrying her back home, it makes his stomach lurch but it provides an answer even if only partial. His eyes lock onto the dull green eyes of his mentor and a paw reaches carefully to tap on the wiggling limb "You have broken your leg." His voice sounds certain but if he were wrong then he knows that Berryheart would be quick to correct him and he looks to the other tom with patience. How to deal with a broken leg was beyond his current knowledge.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
• 
  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[BERRYHEART]

Lessons had to be spontaneous, for a way to keep one's mind sharp was to be unexpectedly bombarded- to have to think on your toes. True knowledge was measured in how quickly you could recall it. Snowy was still new to lessons, however- for as much knowledge as he had passively accrued, Berryheart had only recently started tutoring him. He did not judge the large tom for startling for a moment.

"Correct," Berryheart confirmed, a smile curving his crooked jaw. Extremely encouraging... though, it was one thing to work out what an injury was. His next query was a high expectation for Snowy, but one that he might be able to get some sort of headstart on. By now, they had gone through what most of the herbs were called, at the very least. "Now, what would be your instinct on how to treat something like this?"

Instinct- that was important. For if yellowcough could hurtle out of nowhere, a good healer had to learn to experiment. ​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — "Correct." Berryheart says and it's enough to make the large tom smile knowing that he had gotten it right but, of course, it did not end here considering that the next question was what his instinct on treating the said injury. They had gone over most of the herbs and Hailstorm would start to think in his mind what would be the best way to go about treating a broken leg, his ear flicking to the side as he begins with a nod of his helm "I'd start with poppy seeds for the pain," A brief pause then continuing with a thoughtful gaze, "Cobwebs and... A stick. To keep it together and allow it to heal." Sticks were usually sturdy, always available to them, and helped queens when it was time for them to kit so he doesn't see why they couldn't have more than just that sole purpose. He doubts that cobwebs would be able to anything by itself and the stick would give it structure as well as something to hold onto aside from the broken limb.

"How long does it take for a broken leg to heal?" He does to inquiry wondering if Berryheart knew and he looks to the other waiting his answer.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
• 
  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[BERRYHEART]

Ears angled to attention, Berryheart nodded softly as his apprentice continued. Good instinct, good instinct... it meant that he had made a good decision. The stars that lit his path had shone well, and brightly. "Good," he purred- and though Snowy was a good few moons his senior, he felt a surge of pride as if teaching a young kit. It was the joy of teaching, simple and pure, like a budding flower. "Remember, however- poppy seeds are strong, and induce sleep. Don't give them to kittens, or to queens. When the limb is healing, use a poultice of stinging nettle and broom beneath the cobwebs to numb the pain." A barrage of information, no doubt- but he was certain Snowy's active mind would grab hold of it all.

His apprentice bore a question of his own, however- Berryheart clicked his crooked jaw together, thoughtful. This had been a verbal lesson of his... it had not been learned through experience. "I believe... two moons. Maybe three." It was certainly a long process. "Therefore, be harsh with patients who insist on wandering. They only hurt themselves."​

PENNED BY PIN ☾​

 

[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — At his mentor's purr the older tom cannot help but smile further at having good instinct or what he thought would work best even if Berryheart's moons younger than him, he cannot help the giddy feeling he received when he had gotten something correct. He felt like an apprentice once again learning the way of a warrior and while the patchwork tom enjoyed to teach, Hailstorm found that he liked learning especially since this would help him become a full medicine cat with the ability to treat an ailment that could possibly fall upon a clanmate. The large tom listens carefully with tufted ears lifted attentively at the information being provided to him, he nods softly repeating to himself "No poppy seeds to kittens or queens... Stinging nettle and broom... Underneath the cobwebs," It was a lot at once but after a heartbeat, he nods with a small smile.

When his own question receives an answer, his eyes widen in the slightest "Two to three moons... Wow, that's quite some time." He hopes that in his lifetime nobody ends up breaking their leg anytime soon since he knows a lot of the warriors did not like being "imprisoned" within the medicine den. The next bit that slips from the crooked jaws from Berryheart gains another nod of his helm to show his understanding, thankfully, they hadn't had any cats that had tried leaving the den while they were injured or sick... Yet.

I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN ✦ I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

• 

  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ KITTING
  — ✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
• 
  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ 51 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ currently being mentored by berryheart
  ✦ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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