private SHARKS IN THE SINK ;; lichenstar

[Moonbeam]

She had panicked, something that Moonbeam had thought she would never do. She had not been RiverClan's medicine cat for long but until now she had not panicked, she had taken everything thrown at her with stride and had even learned a few things along the way. She had learned properly what catnip looked like, what smoke inhalation sounded like, how to set a dislocated shoulder - though that had taken more than one try - but this, bones broken within a cat's leg, was not something she had been able to take. Dislocation hurt when it moved, when she had placed paws upon the apprentice's shoulder and yanked it had hurt even more, but now Robinheart sit within her den in pain constantly whether or not her leg moved, when it was touched and when she breathed and simply existed and she did not know how to deal with it so she had spilled out her worst fears to the other, to her friend.

She did not know how to heal the queen who had fought so hard to get to where she was now, accepted within the clan only to lose her mate and now she couldn't be healed by the cat that was meant to heal her.

Quickly when the wounds were covered and things were dealt with the best she could she had looked outside of her den and grabbed the first cat she saw - Lakemoon - before instructing her to sit near Robinheart, to come get her if anything happened, and had quickly showed her how to carefully remove the cobwebs placed around wounds and how to put new ones on in case wounds were to reopen and bleed once more. She didn't think they would - nothing had before this as long as cats didn't mess with it - but she was outside of her element and she didn't know what could happen. Once this had been done she'd moved outside and towards the leader's den, ears pricked as she let out a mew to let Lichenstar know she was coming in, that she needed to talk with her.

"Robinheart's leg is broken, and I don't know how to fix it." She'd spit the words out shakily, upset with herself that she didn't know how to heal this despite the circumstances that had led her here, simply wanting them to leave her maw so that she'd never have to say them again.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

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  MEDICINE CAT;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 12 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• This was probably the furthest she'd set foot into this den outside of the brief, anger-blind dragging of a silver-furred tom to be judged by a jury of bristling leadership. Even Moonbeam, who Lichenstar had once thought far too soft to consider such harsh punishments fitting, had been more than willing and prepared to see him chased out. Still... still the mist-faced molly is fearful of crawling all the way inside, lingering just inside the den walls like her namesake crawling along the willow branches.
  
  A soft chirp fairly close behind makes her skin crawl with the surprise, turning quickly to confront the incoming scent with wide, crystal-clear blues. "Oh... good, it's just you.." If it's Moonbeam then perhaps it won't mean more bad news- or maybe it is news that doesn't mean there is trouble on their own shores. A clarification on the omen StarClan sent maybe?
  
  It's a hope shot dead from the sky- At last they've reached the end of their luck. They've found the edge of the cliff of medicine as RiverClan knew it and were stuck. There are some things that luck cannot cure. A frown settles on her face, less than thrilled to know this is Robinheart they're considering... to lose her would mean leaving too-tiny orphans. Even if the tortoiseshell queen didn't mind so much, because it would mean reuniting with stony hearted love, Lichenstar is willing to selfishly insist on her survival.
  
  "It was bound... to happen eventually..." Not because the pale-moon she-cat is incompetent, but simply because of the nature of her sudden promotion. Ravensong had not had the time to teach her everything.. and it has caught up to them. "How bad is it...? How much time... do we have...?" Urgency would change how it needed to be handled.
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[Moonbeam]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.She watches Lichenstar as words process as they speak on the outskirts of a den that had seen three leaders in the past full cycle of seasons, watches as the leader looks towards her with curiosity and relief before words were spit out and it begins to process. She knows the words that come from the lynx were not meant as a slight towards her but still they stung, for though Moonbeam knew herself that there were things that she did not know she did not want others within the clan to think the same thing - to believe that she was not as useful of a medicine cat as she needed to be.

Nothing would be said in response to the observation, instead she'd sit silently before question was asked and for a moment she thought. "I don't know enough about bones to know for sure." She'd offer at first, that prickling feeling of shame and uselessness coming back to her as soon as the words left her maw, "But just like any wound I'm going to assume not long before worse happens." If a wound were left untreated for too long infection would settle in, poisons ingested too long could kill, whitecough turned to worse. She knew so much yet it was useless in this specific situation.

She thought back to conversations she had with Ravensong, with the other medicine cats of the clans as they helped to teach her the small things she had asked about, but she had never asked about bones. It was something that had never happened in her time here so it had been something that she had never thought to ask. "I need to ask for help from one of the other medicine cats." It was quietly murmured out, a thought that had slipped from mind allowing Lichenstar to hear before she'd nod her head as if confirming her own thoughts. She thought back to the conversation she'd had with Gentlestorm, about how Dawnglare was training him and maybe she could ask for one of the others to do for Moonbeam what Dawnglare had done. "I think it'd have to be ThunderClan." It was hesitant but she was sure of herself of this. WindClan had the fire recently that likely wiped out part of their stock not to mention Wolfsong's recent loss of a child and she did not want to bother him for something such as this, not when his own grief was so fresh. ShadowClan was too far away and SkyClan was... well if it had just been Fireflypaw there, a full medicine cat then she would ask but the thought of asking Dawnglare would not ease the white moggie's mind. So ThunderClan it would have to be.

LET THE VALLEYS AWAKE ꕥ LET THEM RATTLE AND SHAKE

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
• ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 13 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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