camp IT EATS AND EATS — SKIRMISH CHECK-UP

[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── Sootstar had gazed upon Wolfsong with her battle-hewn eyes and named him medicine cat. Logically, he knows this to be the best course of action; they have none other with Vulturemask's knowledge, and WindClan needs that knowledge if their warriors are to heal. And yet her declaration had not unseated him any less, and it is only the calm fettle brought on by focused adrenaline that keeps his mind from wandering.

Thanks to Bluepool, Cygnetstare now resides in a nest, where she will likely remain for some time. He does not believe such an extensive stay will be necessary for the others. Sootstar, were she by any other name, would not have survived the trek with the neck wound that surely caused the spray of red along her chest. Still, while they are not in immediate danger, their varying injuries should not be left to their own devices.

"Please take a nest, each of you."

//@SCORCHSTREAK @BLUEPAW @RATTLEHEART @cedarbark @Bluepool @GHOSTWAIL @SOOTSTAR ​

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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[RATTLEHEART]

For a while, Rattleheart had just sat near Venomstrike's side, refusing to part from the moor runner as things settled in camp and the more serious wounds were dealt with. Sootstar and Cygnetstare took priority, and he was more than happy to linger in the background as their wounds were treated with the care and time they needed. However, he knew it wouldn't be long until he could no longer avoid the inevitable, and he felt one of his companions nudging him along towards the den. All he really wanted to do was curl up in his own nest and sleep, but he knew that without treatment the wounds that Sootspritespark would take longer to heal - or worse, become infected.

Following Wolfsong's order without complaint, Rattleheart settled down in one of the free nests, wincing at the way his sliced up shoulder protested even the slow movement. His words were hoarse as he piped up, chin settling near the edge of his chosen nest, "Get to the others before me, Wolfsong. I'm not so bad." In pain, sure, but nowhere near on the verge of anything serious. Really his injured jaw just kept him from talking too much, which wasn't all that bad - he didn't do too much of that anyways, unless he was gossiping.

// injuries: a couple of bruises that not much can be done about, deep claw marks along his right shoulder and the right side of his jaw
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

Stalking off while the most injured of her clanmates were being treated may not have been Scorchstreak’s greatest idea, but the clan’s newest healer had better things to do, more wounded warriors to tend to. Her injuries are no big deal compared to the likes of Sootstar and Cygnetstare, who could hardly hold up their own weight. So when Wolfsong’s new den begins to calm, when those more badly wounded are treated and put up in nests, the calico trails back over. She nods as Wolfsong directs her and the others to nests—she moves an empty one closer to the nest that Rattleheart settles into, and sighs as she lies down as well.

Her brother tells Wolfsong to treat the others before him, that his wounds aren’t too bad, and the she-cat rolls her eyes. "What’s this, then?" She aims to flick a paw against Rattleheart’s most shallow-looking wound, the touch not intended to inflict pain but instead meant to point out his injuries. Her voice is soft, as it normally is with her brothers, but her expression is unchanged from its usual blankness. "Don’t downplay your wounds." She knows that she is guilty of doing the same, but she is a lead warrior. She is meant to be here for her clan, standing strong even when injured.


// injuries:
— lacerations across shoulders
— heavily bruised left shoulder
— lacerations across throat
— bite wound at junction of shoulder & neck​

[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── His gaze shifts between the siblings, sole eye amused yet incisive, especially where it rests on Rattleheart. I may withhold treatment for pain, if he speaks true. His decision may change if the darker feline reacts with greater discomfort than what is tolerable. Scorchstreak seems to think that he is donning a facade, one that is not so far from her own visage of temperance. "Hm." He takes moss between his teeth, cleaning Rattleheart's jaw wound and pressing cobwebs there afterward to stem the bleeding. Threads clinging to Rattleheart's fur, he's able to momentarily leave him for their sister.

Similarly, he cleans the worst of her wounds first, pressing moss against the imprint of teeth. Cobwebs follow and he returns to Rattleheart, chewing goldenrod and packing it into the marks along their jaw. "Try not to dislodge that," he says, mouth quirking as he begins the same process with the claw marks on Rattleheart's shoulder. While the cobwebs sit, he presses more chewed goldenrod into Scorchstreak's bite-wound. Back to Rattleheart, goldenrod on their shoulder, then Scorchstreak again. With Rattleheart tended, he can focus fully on her wounds, smoothing goldenrod over her throat and shoulders.

"The same goes for you." he says. "Tunnels will not be kind to poultices." Another glance between siblings. "Is your pain distracting?" ​

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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[cedarbark.]

❝ I DON'T WANNA HURT EM' ✧°.☀ ————————————
Cedarbark followed the other's into the den area, his eye's half lidded and teeth grit. His scruff was bleeding rather bad, and claw marks on either shoulder- settled almost symmetrically- was causing his pain with each step. They weren't deep, but they were far from shallow, and looked inflammed. His vision shifted towards Cygnet- a wince following- but he turned his vision away, taking a nest nearby. He remained silent for the time being, and despite the air around him, anger was still dotting his eyes now and again. Brief flashes here and there.

The commotion between the siblings caused his ears to flick, head turning to observe the pair of them. He softened a bit- ater all, there was no point in being mad at those who stayed at his flank and didn't flee.

[injuries consist of: deep bite wound on the back of neck, claw marks on either shoulder fairly deep, a cut down his left side, and bruises here and there!]

"speech"

[penned by dallas - ☀]

———————————— ☀.°✧ BUT I DID, I'M IN A FIT OF RAGE ❞ ​

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[SUNNVAR]

He is not here among the wounded. The intent to guard, to help has not left him. Sootstar had urged him to rest and save his strength, but there was no settling the sense of knowing. Wolfsong is in danger, their warriors are wounded. It is not often that he works alongside some of these warriors and yet he could not pretend to be unbothered. Could not pretend that their pain did not affect him in some manner. He paces near the entrance to the den — Wolfsong's, now — and takes in the stench of herbs and blood. After only a moment he presses closer through the mouth, blocking weak light with broad shoulders. None of them he has tended to seem in too terrible condition. If they are lucky, and Cygnet pulls through, WindClan would dig no graves tonight. It soothes him some, but not enough.

"Tell me if there is anything you need," he murmurs. Mostly to Wolfsong, seeking direction. Seeking moss or changing bedding. He would even hold cobwebs to their wounds if so ordered. But his gaze does flick to those taking up the nests. If they were hungry, it would not be so terrible for him to fetch food. He would only leave them alone for a moment.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES REFERENCE 05.28.2023 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: —

• 

• 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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[Bluepool]

She is loathe to spend any more time in the Medicine Cat's den then is necessary. Though Vulturemask no longer resides here she still thinks of this as an evil place with a curse upon its doorstep. She wants to get out as quickly as possible after depositing Cygnetstare but her way is blocked, the medicine cat instructing everyone to take a nest. She grumbles something unintelligible under her breath but she reluctantly complies, settling down into a nest with an indignant huff as she awaits her turn to be tended to.

She did have to admit, the claw marks along her shoulder sting but it had been a worthy maneuver in her opinion. She only regrets it had not killed that flea-pelted traitor. "You can tend to me last if needed. My wounds are not so bad" she says despite the pain that emanates from them, throbbing in tune with her heartbeat. It feels hot and vaguely she does worry about the risk of an infection. The thought makes her pin her ears against her head and look to the floor of the den.

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[RATTLEHEART]

After an evening spent on edge and trembling during the approach to Skyclan's territory, it was a relief for Rattleheart to finally be able to just sit still. Relax and let Wolfsong get to work, trusting the new medicine cat wholly with their health. Unfortunately, the stillness is interrupted when Scorchstreak flicks at one of their wounds, causing the tunneler to let out a soft yelp of surprise at the sudden sting. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it still causes them to shoot a glare in their sister's direction. "I was just saying that I wasn't as bad! Not that I was fine." Still, they don't bother protesting any further when Wolfsong grows closer, cleaning dried blood away from their wounds and wetting their fur before anyone else's.

At least it doesn't hurt when Wolfsong applies the cobwebs, staunching their bleeding and soothing the sharp sting that had been plaguing them since they had left Skyclan territory. The feeling of chewed goldenrod on their wounds makes them grimace though, not liking how cold and wet it felt against his pelt. A necessary evil, yes, but not one that they had to enjoy. They were quick to shake their head at Wolfsong's question, claws kneading the nest beneath them. "Not distracting, no. I'm sure the frustration from keeping out of the tunnels will be more distracting, honestly." They sigh at the thought, letting their chin fall back onto the edge of the nest and shooing the new medicine cat off towards his other patients.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​