PUT SOME DIRT ON IT [wc rogues] tending to wound

[GOATFOOT]

//tw for brief gross wound description

Damn coyotes. Damn WindClan... Damn clans... damn it all. He growls and hisses in agitation and pain. Over the last several days his shoulder wound has not gotten better, some would say that it even looked far worse now than when the coyote first tore his shoulder! It was an absolute horrid color and puffy with puss, vile wound. The dirty mutt had given him quite the infection, and what did Goat decide to do to remedy it? What he's been taught to since the dawn of his life.

Finding a soft enough patch of dirt, the old man begins to roll around in it. He primarily makes sure to keep his injured shoulder to the ground, allowing the wound to collect dirt. You needed to cover your cuts and scrapes he had been taught, and the best ointment came from the earth. The dirt. "Mmm sniffle, you..." Out of one eye he catches a passing rogue, "C'mere. Help a poor soul clense his wound. Pack this here dirt into it... and lots of it." He expects them to obey, and if not he might just get into another tussle for it.​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🐐 11/22

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· GOAT, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 144 moons . libra . ages on the first
╰ ‣ rogue . mountain-born .

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smell of fir trees and late rainfall , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and white tom . scar over right eye . amber eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Blunt, impatient, stubborn, loud-mouthed, short-tempered / warms up to become soft-hearted, protective, and considerate with those he grows close to.
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficult in relating to others . can be cruel, rarely shows mercy
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "sir & mister"

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· BEETLE x HAWTHORNE
╰ ‣ homosexual .
╰ ‣ skilled fighter . average hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[◇ Branchfall.]

GOT GUMMYWORMS STUCK IN MY TEETH​

shoelace | 18 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold red​

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This ragtag group is certainly a strange bunch and shoe is perhaps one of the strangest. This tom however, is probably pretty high up on that list too. Attention torn from her pursuit of a particularly annoying gnat that had kept landing on her ear - she glances longingly at the annoying thing, she'd wanted to crush it between her teeth - before shrugging and skipping over, an unnecessary pep in her step. "Why not jus' find some mu?" she questions - it seems easier than using this dry, dusty stuff. Not that she really understands why he's doing this - growing up they'd always just found the nearest puddle and splashed about until the blood went away. No bandaging of any kind needed after that - the flies and fleas would eat away the decay and nastiness.... or you'd die. It was simple as that. She eyes the dust warily - "Are ya sure that even works?" It seems silly.

// TW also for gross descriptions of wounds

 

[Nathanos]

HELLO, MY NAME IS MR FEAR​

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He's on the hunt when he spots the pair, hears the words from the older tom and the accompanying response from Shoelace. One thing was for certain, it didn't take a genius to know that Goat had a rather nasty bite wound, if the smell of it wasn't evident enough. Nathanos knows the dangers of allowing infection to fester. No doubt, he would have lost his own life moons ago, if not for the strange tools of the twolegs. Perhaps that was why kittypets valued their so called 'folk' so much.

"I was always told that water helped wounds heal." Nathanos comments idly as he stops nearby. Indeed, he had once been told to stand out in the rain and let the shower cleanse his injuries. Of course afterward, he had gotten some sort of cold, but apparently the sniffles was better than a dirty wound. Not that Goat seemed to know that. Well... if the older tom died of rot, then such was the way of life.​

 

[GOATFOOT]

Why not just find some what? Some mu? "What are ye on about? Some "mew"?" He cocks his head upwards and tilts it slightly, "The hells'a... mew? Moo?" So confusing these young cats and all their lingo... He snorts, missing the days where young cats would just speak plainly. Back in his youth everyone was so straightforward... the way it should be... "It works. Oh most certainly... of course it works..."

Water. Water, Nathanos says. Water. There is grave disappointment in the tom cats eyes, "Water? Water?! No! Never! Worst thing ye can do for yer wounds, worst thing ye can do! That is what the hardy rogue of the mountains knew!" There was no science about it, it was something they had believed in the mountains and so Goat would believe it all his life. "Water does not cleanse, dirt and mud is the best thing ye can do for a wound... I've survived this long young'uns, survived thanks to the powers of dirt and mud. Ye'all should take note... this ol' tom will teach ye a few things... save yer life probably one day. Now! Quit the yappin' help me put more dirt on it."​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🐐 11/22

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· GOAT, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 144 moons . libra . ages on the first
╰ ‣ rogue . mountain-born .

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smell of fir trees and late rainfall , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and white tom . scar over right eye . amber eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
╰ ‣ Blunt, impatient, stubborn, loud-mouthed, short-tempered / warms up to become soft-hearted, protective, and considerate with those he grows close to.
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficult in relating to others . can be cruel, rarely shows mercy
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "sir & mister"

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· BEETLE x HAWTHORNE
╰ ‣ homosexual .
╰ ‣ skilled fighter . average hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[NIGHTMAREFACE]

The marbled she-cat sits nearby, wild eyes flicking back and forth from one cat to the next as they spoke. A grin sits tightly upon her muzzle as a hind foot scratches persistently at the scabs that now line her rib cage. But she's alive! Those coyotes hadn't an edge on her yet! A tendril of drool drips slowly from her jaws as she finally parts them, a maniacal laugh leaving her when Goat finishes his rant. "HAHA! Roll'n in dirt ain't goin' to fix up your shoulder! And you can't make me touch it! I don't wanna catch nothin' from that flea-riddled wound!" Another cackle leaves her as she whips her tail back and forth in utter amusement. She gives a sniff and looks around herself, attention already drifting to thoughts of food. Food...Had anyone brought back a catch lately?​

 

[◇ Branchfall.]

GOT GUMMYWORMS STUCK IN MY TEETH​

shoelace | 18 months | female | she/her | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold red​

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All shoe can think as she lets the words float in one ear and out the other is this crochety old tom talks waaaay to much. rolling her eyes and giving a rather ominous grin, she grabs a pawful of dirt - and rocks for that matter - and aims to slap it down onto goats wound with as much force as she can manage. She hopes it hurts. Immediately after she darts away with a manic laugh - smug and playful regardless of the success of her efforts. She's already grown bored with this - she'd rather go play with the fleas upon her pelt than stick around listening to anymore lecturing.