- Feb 9, 2023
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The snow crunching underpaw is not welcome. Cottonsprig grinds her teeth together, the chilled air digging into her already agitated lungs. Celandinepaw is staying home with the sick and injured, whilst the grey medicine cat perseveres - it is what StarClan would want, is it not? Perhaps she cannot speak with them, but appearances must mean an awful lot, dedication too. Cottonsprig has already resigned from her position to a degree, but that doesn't mean she wishes to slack on her duties.
The once-a-moon gatherings are amongst those duties.
She approaches the Moonstone's cave, eyebrows pinching together when she scents no other cats. The snow dampens the surrounding lands to her already disabled nose, and the wind does much to obscure sound. Cottonsprig dips into the cavern, hoping it is her illness that is clouding her senses, rather than a truly empty meeting. However, as she descends upon the glowing stone, she sees no one, hears no one, scents no one. Her chest rattles, and she can't tell if it's her lungs or her heart.
A painful thought blips through her mind's eye, but the she-cat doesn't dwell on the smugness it holds. Instead, she resigns to wait until the bulk of the storm passes, at least. If the sun is to rise and she is still alone... then so be it.
The once-a-moon gatherings are amongst those duties.
She approaches the Moonstone's cave, eyebrows pinching together when she scents no other cats. The snow dampens the surrounding lands to her already disabled nose, and the wind does much to obscure sound. Cottonsprig dips into the cavern, hoping it is her illness that is clouding her senses, rather than a truly empty meeting. However, as she descends upon the glowing stone, she sees no one, hears no one, scents no one. Her chest rattles, and she can't tell if it's her lungs or her heart.
A painful thought blips through her mind's eye, but the she-cat doesn't dwell on the smugness it holds. Instead, she resigns to wait until the bulk of the storm passes, at least. If the sun is to rise and she is still alone... then so be it.
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❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity? -
⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.