- Feb 9, 2023
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Cottonsprig rarely has time to relax. Even whilst she is sat back, her paws are working with separating roots from stems, steams from leaves, seeds from flowers and so forth. So many things that Wolfsong had done without a second thought, and though she has the skill to take up his chores whilst he is ill, she finds the monotonous tasks... well, monotonous. She had taken granted of the older medicine cat, that is for certain - though the she-cat pushes through regardless. He has trained her well and she would be a fool to fall apart so easily.
Today she rests in the sun, doing as she always does with her free time now - working with herbs. Except this time, she's working through a pile of wildflowers some kind apprentices have served her, in hopes that it would help the medicine den. She's already pulled the wilted and useful out, sorted them away as needed. What she has left is simply an assortment of the last of greenleaf blooms... but with no medicinal use for them. What is she to do, then?
She flicks her tail, her claws scoring a few leaves from the stems. It takes some finagling, but she eventually twines one stem around another in an awkward attempt at weaving. She can remember... Whitedawn, maybe? Doing something like this when they were apprentices. She wonders if the warrior is about to teach her the basics again. Regardless, she reaches for another stem, hoping to continue her meager chain.
Today she rests in the sun, doing as she always does with her free time now - working with herbs. Except this time, she's working through a pile of wildflowers some kind apprentices have served her, in hopes that it would help the medicine den. She's already pulled the wilted and useful out, sorted them away as needed. What she has left is simply an assortment of the last of greenleaf blooms... but with no medicinal use for them. What is she to do, then?
She flicks her tail, her claws scoring a few leaves from the stems. It takes some finagling, but she eventually twines one stem around another in an awkward attempt at weaving. She can remember... Whitedawn, maybe? Doing something like this when they were apprentices. She wonders if the warrior is about to teach her the basics again. Regardless, she reaches for another stem, hoping to continue her meager chain.
- ooc // pls wait for @MIDNIGHTPAW !! <3
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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.