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Post by Beechstar on Apr 21, 2012 16:13:58 GMT -6
(HUR. SEE WHAT I DID THERE?)
All he had was a cough. That's what Beechstar thought..but not Waspwing. It was more than just a little cough now. But because Beechstar was stubborn, Waspwing dragged him to the medicine cat den by his scruff. Like a kit.
Once they were inside, he pulled away and laid down on the floor of the den. Beechstar pulled himself quite pitifully over to one of the nests Waspwing had for his patients and settled down.
"I feel uselessss." He complained, another fit of coughing escaping his mouth right after. The last thing Beechstar wanted was to be sick. |
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Post by Waspwing on Apr 21, 2012 17:13:17 GMT -6
"Technically, right now, you are useless. Because you're not yet getting treatment." He purred, padding over to his, now low, herb supply. He grabbed a couple Juniper Berries and some feverfew and wrapped them within a large, just for irony, beech leaf.
"Eat those. If they don't work, I suppose I'll have to pull out my supply of catmint." He didn't want to. He had gone throughout the entire Winter without using catmint. He didn't want to waste precious herb on an unknown cough. Besides, this could just be a cold or something.
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Post by Beechstar on Apr 21, 2012 19:52:29 GMT -6
Beechstar sniffed at the herbs and stuck out his tongue with a "bleh". They smelled disgusting. Way too strong for his liking. He placed his paw on the leaf holding the herbs and pushed them away.
"I do not want you wasting herbs on me. I have plenty of lives to spare. 8 to be exact. Everyone else does not." Beechstar didn't really like sharing how many lives he had left. But Waspwing was his medicine cat. He deserved to know. |
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Post by Waspwing on Apr 22, 2012 9:48:35 GMT -6
(...Seven? When did you lose another life? o3o)
Waspwing frowned and was about ready to pull a Tom And Jerry on Beechstar by stomping on his tail and forcing the herbs down his throat. Not that it would really work of course, but that would be easier than talking him into eating the poultice.
"You could have nine hundred lives and I wouldn't really care, Beechstar. You're not only wasting a life Cloudclan gave you, but you're also being a bad role model for the Clan! Right now you're telling them that risking death is more important than being healthy. Herbs always come back, you don't." He growled, pushing the herbs back at him. "Now eat them."
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Post by Beechstar on Apr 22, 2012 13:31:36 GMT -6
(God. I'm an idiot. When I posted that yesterday, I thought the leaders had 8 lives for some reason. -.- -facepalm- He has eight.)
Beechstar sighed, giving the herbs another sniff. He closed his eyes and ate them slowly, swallowing the bitter medicine like it hurt.
Once they were all gone, he pushed the leaf back at Waspwing. "There.. How long do I have to stay in here? I need to get back to my duties. Someone might be acting up..or-or breaking the warrior code. Or worse.." His eyes grew wide. "Having relationships with cats outside of Treeclan." |
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Post by Waspwing on Apr 22, 2012 14:58:45 GMT -6
Waspwing just stared at him blankly. "Yes well, if they do that, I'll push them off a tree and let my lazy helper take care of them. If she finds the time, that is." He grumbled, walking off to his herb storage. "Stay overnight. If you're better, you can go. If you aren't better, you get catnip." He mumbled, counting some of the leaves, roots and berries stacked neatly in the corner of the den.
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Post by Feralbreak on Apr 23, 2012 18:33:02 GMT -6
[ Hurr. Hurr. >u> Asterisk Week. ]
*pads in slowly, unsure*Beech? I heard you weren't doing so well.*mews*
[ Hurr. xD ]
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Post by Waspwing on Apr 23, 2012 19:43:51 GMT -6
(Miisstaaakkeeee)
*Waspwing turned on Feralbreak, blocking her from seeing Beechstar. "Did I ask for you to help me? No. So unless you have herbs, or need medical attention, I highly suggest you leave my den."
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