pafp DREAM THE DAYS OF PEACE | basics of medicine

[CELANDINEPAW]

"So, if you've got a minor cut and it's bleeding out, what's the first thing you should do?" Celandinepaw held out her paw in a sort of demonstration, running her claw along the underside of her arm as though to mimic a claw-slice wound. Around her gathered several apprentices and warriors, eyes paled to the sunlight of the waking day. Still, they looked expectantly towards her, placing all of their trust and attention onto her fluttering shoulders. Cottonsprig allowed for her to teach one of her first lessons in medicine today, like she doled out parables from a flittering deck, specks of wisdom shorn from the evergreen knowledge passed down from heir to heir. In a sense, this was the most generous thing she could do for the longevity of the vast body of medicinal knowledge that she had been burdened with - allow it to propagate elsewhere, shed its seeds into the soils of budding minds. Of course, these were just the basics, and merely adages to keep in one's periphery for when luck turned a blind eye. Morning winds tussled at curling and meandering fur, like an ague that ambled through the gentle weather, a shiver of warmth where it had not peered for a while. Peace had come with a surrender, though it likely would not bow its crown for long. It would surely be overtaken once more, but Celandinepaw elected to simply focus on the present day. "C'mon, I know most of you have had to get your cuts dressed. But, what do we put on them?"

𝘚𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘈 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘈, 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘛𝘖 𝘔𝘌 ₊˚❀ ༉ ‧₊ ˚. ☘︎ 𝘐 𝘞𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘋

• OUT OF CHARACTER. Please wait for @BERGAMOTPAW. ! Also note that this thread does not count for Phase III.
  
  

  ❁ — MEDICINAL EXPERTISE: Celandinepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. Although she is quite new to her position, she also has much expertise with treatment regarding infectious diseases and basic remedies. As for anything more complex... you're better off asking a more experienced medicine cat. WOUNDS — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES — ★☆☆☆☆ INFECTIONS — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES — ★☆☆☆☆ CONTAGIOUS ILLNESSES — ★★★★☆ CHRONIC ILLNESSES — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS — ★☆☆☆☆ KITTING — ★☆☆☆☆ TRAVELING — ★★★☆☆​

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  CELANDINEPAW & TRANS WOMAN & 15 MOONS
  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Wolfsong & Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak her mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[BERGAMOTPAW.]

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Ah, a rather simple question. Still, everyone had to start their education somewhere. There was nothing wrong with that, as not everyone had the opportunities that Bergamotpaw had to learn even the basics. Well, his mother only taught him the basics because she had freaked out he would bleed out and have nobody to help him, so it was better to teach him just basic life saving skills.

Bergamotpaw slowly approached the group of warriors and apprentices that gathered around the medicine cat apprentice. Silvery blue eyes flicker between members of the growing crowd. He glanced up, watching her mimic a claw-slice wound. He sat down, calmly, wrapping his tail around his paws. He decided to wait a few minutes before answering. After all, most people already didn't like him, and nobody liked a know-it-all as well. When a couple minutes had passed and nobody had answered, he raised his paw up before answering, as though an excited little kit. "Oh! It'd be cobwebs, unless you need to clean it first?" He guessed, smiling awkwardly.
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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Moons ago, a lesson like this would've seen Sedgepounce front and center, soaking up as much knowledge as possible out of some naive, rosy-tinted hopefulness—not unlike Bergamotpaw now, who has gained Sedge's scrutiny ever since his...disturbing confession the other day. Nowadays, he sticks to the fringes of the crowd. Resigned, but...at peace with it. He lays there, dragging a sandpapery tongue over his paw and listening offhandedly.

"How do you clean a wound?" he wonders. He thinks that Bergamotpaw's answer was right, so he doesn't add to it. Yet curiosity winds through him; a smolder rather than a wildfire, but he's never really been able to smother all of it, after all. "Just...wet moss, or do you use something else too?"
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[SCORCHSTORM]

Scorchstorm lingers at the edge of Celandinepaw's study. The cold snap has kept her out of camp more often than not — hunting, gathering materials, the like — but a break was in order, and luck finds her here. She's settled somewhere near Sedgepounce's flank, finally able to meet his eyes again even in just fleeting glances. She tries not to wince as Celandinepaw pitches her question.

Thankfully, she needs not raise her voice just yet — Bergamotpaw eagerly raises his voice, and Scorchstorm's war flicks as she recognizes the correct answer. Field medicine isn't her specialty by any means, but having been on the journey... it was inevitable that she picked up the bare essentials.

Then Sedgepounce asks his own question, and Scorchstorm mrrs in concurring curiosity. "You drink all of the blood out of the wound, like a bat," she chuffs at him, humor laced into her tone. It's almost strange for the tortoiseshell to offer a burst of levity — but laughing in spite of the season's vicious onset is easier than despairing because of it.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 ✧

• ooc. mobile post!
• SCORCHSTORM —— lead warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 19 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[MUDCATCHER]

Her curiosity is what brought her here along with the rest of the group she supposes. Though she doesn't draw attention to herself, only wanting to listen and watch. Of course, there are questions that the medicine cat apprentice asks and they are required to answer. Whether or not the answer has to be correct is not specified. The group starts on the right track, however. Bergamotpaw answer of cobwebs seems correct. She recalls a time when her wounds had cobwebs on them. Or maybe the guess was incorrect, but she knew cobwebs were used for something.

Sedgepounce doesn't answer the question, only adding onto the mess by asking more. Green eyes glance towards the tom, lingering for a moment. W-we should answer what we put on them first, Sedgepounce... Her attention is swiftly captured by Scorchstorm's answer. It is obvious the she-cat is joking, but the thought of any clanmate sucking the blood from her wounds brings shivers down her spine. Her face scrunches into disgust, as she is unable to cast away the imagery. Why did you have to say that Scorchstorm? Ugh, when is this going to stop. I do not want to think about it anymore!

"I agree with Bergamotpaw. Cobwebs are used." Nothing else would be said, in regards to the lesson. However, it seemed as if Mudcatcher was fighting another battle of her own. Her expression distressed. The thought of a clanmate sucking on her wounds akin to a bat still plagued her thoughts.​