camp THE GOING IS TOUGH — WOUND-TENDING

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Later, Wolfsong will sit in the sand of his den and the tension will slowly free his taut muscles. He will breathe in the familiar scents of chamomile and lavender while the world rights itself again, and the Twolegplace will become a place of solace instead of exile. But for now, peace eludes him— and he should not seek it, either, with so many WindClanners wounded from reclaiming their home (though there is still much to be done before it can truly be home again).

They have shed blood once loyal to them, and Wolfsong knows physical comforts are not all that his clanmates need. Whether he can counsel them or provide any measure of comfort remains to be seen. He is not on the steadiest of paws himself with his children so rapidly scarred and his mate facing a new name. Even so, he cannot afford to delay for the sake of catching his breath.

Featherpaw has a long, jagged wound down her spine that Wolfsong regards with a slightly narrowed eye as he cleans it with moss. He already knows it will scar. Wolfsong is grateful that he has survived the battle, but his mind drifts to Bearpaw and his helplessness in such stark contrast to Featherpaw's battle. His jaw clenches and beads of water wet his furred chin before he forces himself to relax.

"You will not be performing most apprentice duties for at least a week," he says as he fetches marigold, glancing at the other patients who await treatment.

//@FEATHERPAW @cottonfang
if you haven't already, please lmk what injuries your character has sustained from the fight! my discord channel is a great place to chat with me about wounds and recovery times :)
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 41 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, 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: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ 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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[PINKSHINE]

Pinkpaw hasn't gone that far since she's helped Featherpaw to the den... And she was gonna stay no matter what! No matter what Wolfsong says! ...Unless he said please, of course, cause she's not a super rude cat or anything... She's just worried... She's worried and she wants to make sure Featherpaw and Downypaw and all her other friends are okay. She almost offers to help— but um, Cottonpaw was right there, and she didn't wanna take her job or nothin'... so she sits very still and very patient and only kneading the ground a little tiny bit...

Lucky, she thinks, but that's wrong... Maybe if she'd trained more, she coulda fought better and then Featherpaw wouldn't be hurt. It's not lucky at all, getting that icky scar. And Featherpaw liked to train anyways, didn't she? " You can watch me train, if you want, " she mumbles from where she tries to make herself small in the entrance of the Medicine Cat's den. Maybe that'll make him feel better? " I can tell you everything! "

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

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• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 6 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with sunburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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[BLUEFROST]

Rattleheart has guided her paws toward the once-empty medicine cat’s den, and Bluefrost does not know what hurts worse—the wound at her throat, or the sight of her sister again, pressing paws to wounds that run red to her claws, to their mother’s claws. The small gray she-cat lingers just on the periphery of Wolfsong’s single eye, her green gaze fastened to Featherpaw’s reddened spine, to Pinkpaw crouched beside her. An awkward sense of longing snaps inside of her, but she does not approach—instead she backs away, her tail twisting away from her body. She needs healing, but would Wolfsong truly want to waste his herbs on a cat who surely constitutes as a prisoner?

No, she thinks, turning her face away from the scene. She should find Sootstar—she should make sure her mother is still alive, make sure she isn’t set to join her, clustered into the same cage, guards lurking like fanged shadows outside the padlock.

I told Cottonfang she would die, that I would kill her, if I had to, she thinks bleakly. She had meant it, too—and her littermate would have known that, wouldn’t she have? Does she think of it now, as their mother’s emerald meets their father’s blue gaze?

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 13 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[downyfur]

Downypaw lingers behind Featherpaw and Pinkpaw, her temporarily one-eyed gaze flicking over their bloodied and bristled backs. It makes sense that the chocolate tabby should be seen before them. Not only did her wounds outweigh hers, she is Wolfsong's child too. The wounds beneath her eye throb resentfully, but the seal point maintains her neutral, if overwhelmingly weary, expression. Wolfsong himself does not seem all too concerned. With their unbloodied, singular blue eye, they study his to distract themself from the pain.

Cottonfang, too, is here. They then try to catch her eye from their place in the crowd, but uncertainty robs them of the relief they'd feel if they succeeded. Bluefrost is nearby, almost leaning against Rattleheart. Blood stains her pale throat and chest like the ugliest, reddest bib in the world. What was it she had told them, "a tunneler must keep her coat clean?" She had also promised Cottonfang her escape, and then death upon failure.

Maybe that was just the world they had inhabited. The price of failure—to conform, to distinguish, to serve—was death. Downypaw's gaze lingers on her miserable, stooped back, then drifts back down to their blush-stained paws. If it had been Pinkpaw, or Heathpaw or Finchpaw, Downypaw would want to forgive her.​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

TASTED LIGHT BUT FED THE DARK
WAITING FOR THEM ALL TO SEE​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 18 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ he/they ❀ windclan moor runner​

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Body aches - the burn of the wounds littering his figure almost comforting in its familiarity. Blue eyes watch as others more injured scurry about, but he does not move - even if he'd wanted to help, he is too tired. Instead he waits upon the sidelines - by now the slick drip of blood has begun to slow into nothing more than a trickle, he is not yet near death's door. But.. he will see wolfsong once the others have been tended too - if only because he knows just how slow wounds will heal without being tended too.

━ actions & " speech, " & 'thoughts/quotes' ━

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T O ━ L O V E ━ M Y S E L F ━ I S ━ W A Y ━ T O ━ H A R D

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[cottonsprig]

The weeks spent alone in this den had scarred her in their own way - to the point that although she is chewing petals and leaves and assuring one soul after the next that their wounds will not wilt and decay, she feels her own healing set in. Lingering eyes may catch her glancing towards Wolfsong every now and again, ensuring that she's not missing any step, any patient, any sign. The tom would surely tell her, if she has, but being fully aware of her surroundings has become her new norm. Maybe in time, healing will dull it to background noise and she can reassume her ignorance. In time.

"You're set," she smiles, "Just take it slow for a couple days, yeah?" The cat she's patched up nods and bids her a farewell, and Cottonfang glances up to spy her next patient - her... sister...

"Blue- Bluefrost?" A pause. A blink. And a downward spiral that only ends with now is not the time for dramatics. Her sister made a promise to her, yet it seems the other is bearing worse wounds than her. "Hey - uh, Rattleheart? Set her in this bedding here for me?" Cottonfang asks, pulling blue eyes from green as she tucks herself away for a moment, trying to gather a few more stalks of marigold to keep hipside. The children and Periwinklebreeze are each afforded a nod - in turn, unless one starts vomiting black bile, in turn.​

 

[RATTLEHEART]

They're only vaguely aware of their own wounds, white chest fur stained red with quickly drying blood and shoulder aching from the bite that Bluefrost had inflicted not all that long ago. Yet they found themself unable to summon up any anger at the tunneler leaning into their side, the primary emotion on their mind being nothing but worry. Worry for her, and worry for all of their other clanmates that were gathered around. They knew that eventually both Wolfsong and Cottonfang - Cottonpaw? - would want to tend to them, but for now they were planning on being one of the last to step up. If that meant there were less supplies left for them, then that would be alright. They could always be patched up more later, when Wolfsong had the chance to properly restock with what could be found during the leafbare season. Not exactly an amazing supply, but something.

Cottonfang's voice breaks them from their thoughtful trance, looking over towards her with a stiff nod. Not because of the awkwardness of the situation - though they were sure that would set in later - but because of the pain still throbbing through their shoulder and neck. They moved forward slowly, supporting Bluefrost's extra weight until they could help lower her gently into the bedding. Rattleheart tried to offer her a smile of comfort, though it was obviously strained thanks to the strong smell of blood all around them. As they settled into a seated position nearby, they couldn't help but survey the wounds around them that were far worse than their own. "Is there anything else I can do?" Though as soon as their hoarse voice left them, they had a feeling of what the response would be. Sit and wait to be treated.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​

 

[REDHEART]

Redpaw found himself within the confines of the medicine den, surrounded by clanmates. Unsure of how he ended up in the herb-scented walls. The hazy fog of unconsciousness lifted, revealing the surroundings. Confusion marked his features as he pieced together recent events, the memory of Mocking-grin's claws and Rivepaw's panicked voice resurfacing. Worry gripped him as he became acutely aware of his left eyelid's searing pain, prompting him to keep it shut to avoid exacerbating the injury.

With a soft groan, he shakily sat up in the makeshift bedding, surveying the scene. His single green eye focused on Rattleheart, finding a shred of comfort in her familiar dark pelt. Concern deepened as he noticed her placing Bluefrost nearby. Redpaw had many thoughts towards the blue she-cat in question but for now he was all about the well-being of his friend. Anxious, Redpaw cleared his throat and voiced his concerns with a nervous meow.

"W-where's Rivepaw? Is everyone, okay?" Shame colored his words, the realization of his own unconsciousness dawning. The nasty gash on his head likely explained the loss of blood, intensifying his concern for Rivepaw and the well-being of the others.​

 

[FEATHERSPINE]

Though he would curse Nightmareface forever for this wound, Featherpaw was proud to carry it. With Wolfsong's treatment the pain had ebbed to a dull ache, though with every dab of moss it stung a little more, and he hardened his face to stop himself from wincing. When her mind was clearer, when... when everyone had emptied out and stopped chattering, she would make sure to thank her ðir for his work... and Cottonfang, perhaps. And, of course...

Sharp yellow eyes slipped to Pinkpaw, who had insisted upon clinging to her like stickyweed. A loud, annoying sort of rainstorm. He had said that once, hadn't he? But rain washed blood away- it was cleansing, replenishing too. He supposed.

A scowl set deep and stormy upon Featherpaw's features as she thought about it all- and this was thr trouble with being hurt. There was ample time to dwell on your feelings, and wonder why Pinkpaw had even bothered helping with fighting off Nightmareface when Featherpaw had only ever been rude to her. Names had flicked off the end of his tongue with ease- rock-head, idiot, fool. And she was, and yet- which one of them had gotten more hurt?

You will not be performing most apprentice duties for at least a week. Featherpaw swallowed, the bitterness of that judgement sitting on his tongue and spreading across it. A deep, petulant sigh heaved out of her lungs. "Fine," he murmured with a shrug, resting his chin on his paws.

Pinkpaw's voice came bright and cleaving, from where she stood in the entrance. Everyone around her was talking, too- dissonant cocophany, and she wanted to yell to tell them all to shut up, but what was she even trying to listen to? And besides that... he was tired, too tired to raise his voice, too busy being treated to sleep. His ears folded back in annoyance, even as Pinkpaw made an offer- "It'd b-buh... it's useless for me to watch t-t-tunneller training," he snapped, and immediately felt a prickling heat under his face. Everyone was here, was looking- knew the split across his spine, knew a weakness, that he'd failed to defend himself, and now he'd just snapped for no reason at someone who was just trying to be nice.

And if he apologised, would it make him look like someone without conviction? Bluefrost was here, and could not know any of his weaknesses. She lurked too close, too close to Pinkpaw, and Featherpaw's voice was snow rather than ice-shard as she told the calico, "You can still c-come and t-tuh... t-talk to me, though."​

✦ penned by pin​

 

[BLUEFROST]

She wades into her sister’s gaze like water, wetting her paws with guilt. Cottonfang does not accost her, does not accuse her of a thousand things she deserves to be accused of—she only asks Rattleheart to guide her to a nest before flopping into one of her own. She allows herself to be escorted to a patch of moss, uncomfortably aware of eyes lighting upon her pelt. Featherpaw’s lingering amber gaze, Redpaw’s eyes round with surprise and suspicion—she feels it like insects burrowing into her flesh.

“Thank you,” she murmurs quietly to her ebony-and-ivory companion, to the cat who is both her escort, her would-be killer, and her savior. She tucks her tail tightly around her body, as though she can make herself small enough that the rest of the Clan will not notice her traitorous presence.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 13 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue and white she-cat with emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[PINKSHINE]

It's useless, Featherpaw snaps at her, and Pinkpaw flinches, bewildered. Did she mess up again? Or was Featherpaw being totally mean and unfair. She sputters. " I just – I just thought...! " What would be a good thing to say? Should she say sorry?

Pinkpaw is preoccupied... Preoccupied with worrying about Featherpaw. She doesn't notice that Bluepool comes in until Cottonpaw... Cotton...fang? Pinkpaw wasn't sure what to call her anymore, but she's surprised, when Bluefrost comes in. And so is Pinkpaw. Surprised and worried... No – surprised and mad. She's supposed to be super mad!

But Bluefrost doesn't look like super mean Bluefrost that had hit her that day... she doesn't look like the super brave Bluefrost that had kept her safe from rogues either. She looks like... She needed a nap, but there was too much noise going on for her to possibly fall asleep, and Rattleheart was the closest thing she would get to a quiet space... Pinkpaw bristles, initially. But what's the fun in bristling at a sad, sleepy cat?

In the end, Pinkpaw loosens her stance, but she steps a little bit closer to Downypaw, wide eyes blinking at the intruder. Bluepool was an intruder, right?

Maybe she should just.. ignore her. Ignore her like Downypaw and Featherpaw are doing... She flicks an ear, not sure how to feel about, um... anything, really. " Okay... " she mumbles to Featherpaw, glancing away. " I, um, will. "

" Everyone's okay, Redpaw... " Aren't they?

staring at the mirror gotta smile, smile 🌸🌷🦄🦩 don't be late, we got plans!

• 

• NOTE: SHE IS A FEVER COAT BABY!!
  

  

• ( IT'S TIME TO START A FUCKING RIOT, RIOT! ) PINKPAW APPRENTICE OF WINDCLAN. DAUGHTER TO BRIGHTSHINE & HEAVY SNOW. SISTER TO HEATHPAW, DOWNYPAW, & FINCHPAW.
  —— SHE / HER; UNOPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 6 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 16TH
  
  A tiny, longhaired calico she - kit with sunburst eyes ringed blue around her pupils (central heterochromia). While you can clearly see her flame markings on her face, the rest of her body is currently covered by a grey fever - coating. Though the whites of her are still very much visible. Pinkpaw bounces around WindClan without a care in the world! Her emotions are big, and she makes little effort to regulate them, resulting in both her usually cheerful disposition, as well as making her prone to sudden bouts of extreme anger or sadness. Rarely seen without a smile!
  

  HEAVY IC OPINIONS! Pinkpaw is a very irrational and childish character!​

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