Treeclan Healing Thread~

[Waspwing]

(The /only/ Iceclanners that post here should be Waterheart, Firestorm (LOLOL) Wildstar or the Queens. Oh, and, Thunderstripe. If you're a warrior, stay awaaayy)

Waspwing practically dragged himself into Waterheart's den, dropping a small bundle of herbs near the entrance. By now Waterheart would know what had happened, and he didn't really care. He only wanted to heal his injured clanmates.

He sorted every herb, and growled at how little he had saved. Some catnip, burdock and marigold is all he had managed to salvage. Only burdock would really help with the wounds, and only the ones that were kits or gashed. Marigold could help some, too. But catnip had no effect on burns or bleeding.

Hopefully Fernpelt had saved some herbs, and Waterheart would gladly spare some of his.

(Don't post saying you've brought someone in. Don't reply to someone to talk. Only reply to this thread a second time if I or another Medicine Cat have talked to your character. Once you are healed, stop posting)

[Hollowpaw]

Hollowkit wobbled into the medicine cats den after Waspwing. The kit had a nice gash to compliment his forehead when he had triped and hit a rock. The kit barely noticed the pain, but just the thought of it, the blood that seemed to not want to stop seeping out of it and down across his face was enough to make him cringe.

His blue eyes looked at the medicine cat. Hollowkit wasn't sure what to say. He had never been sick before, nor had he been hurt before, so he was in the dark when it came to talking to a medicine cat. He broke out in a fit of coughs, which was caused by all the smoke that was still mugging around in his tiny lungs.

After the fit finished Hollowkit straitened. "Um... I'm sick, sort of." He meowed to Waspwing. Hollowkit wasn't very good at communication. He blew upwards to try to get the blood out of his eyes, forgetting what happened last time and made blood splatter his face. He sighed awkwardly.

[Ashstorm]

Ashpaw limped into the medicine cat den. His injury throbbing it hurt more than when he had gotten it. Ashpaw looked at the burn on his shoulder it had burnt some fur and it had swollen up a bit. "Waspwing I have a burn on my shoulder could you help please." he asked the medicine cat. (sorry I have to go and my muse is low)

[Ashfang]

Ashfang a gray senior warrior who had been dumb and stood in shock of seeing the fire, had got her self burned. Her brother had twisted his left back leg. They both were badly injured, thinking she needed too see Waspwing, she limped into the medicine cat den and looked too see Ashpaw and Hollowkit already in there.

"Erm, If I need too come back later I will, I just got some burns nothing too terrible. Would you like me too come back later when your not as busy Waspwing?" she asked the medicine cat as she nosed through her fur finding her burns, she winced as her wet cold nose touched the wound. She hated being scared and frozen she would of never got burned and Skywing would never be hurt if it wasn't for her.

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Dustpaw padded into the medicine cats' den, gesturing to the burn on one side of his face. The fur on his cheek and below his eye was singed, and the burn was a dull red. His eye was swollen shut and the eyelid was somewhat bruised. He shoved his way up to Waspwing, and mewed very matter-of-factly, "Heal me."

Dustpaw wasn't one to ramble.

He wasn't going to wait forever and act like a compassionate dork, telling others their injuries were worse or whatever. He didn't care how bad his injury was: he wanted attention. Yawning, the apprentice shoved the burnt part in Waspwing's face. "Heal me," he whined again. "Heallll."

[mousefrost]

Mousebery followed Waspwing into the IceClan medicine cats den, carrying the few herbs she had managed to help grab. Setting them down, she winced slightly from her leg which was burned from the paw and almost up to her shoulder. It'll heal, just give Waspwing a chance to heal everyone fisrt. Looking up at the tom, she smiled slightly, her blue eyes shining. "Waspwing, I got poppy seeds, a little bit of honey and... whatever this is."

She was pointing to feverfew, though she had no idea what it was. Half of it was slightly burnt, though. "I also got a little cobweb... but I don't think that helps with burns. I had gotten more, but I tripped while I was running here and I dropped some of the supplies; that's how I got burned too." Flattening her ears in embarrassment, the young warrior looked at te cats who had come in, mostly concerned about the kit. Dustpaw on the other hand would have to wait.

Moving to stand infront of Waspwing, she tried to push him back, giving him a warning glance. "We have more important people to help instaed of you. Wait your turn." Instantly slapping her mouth shut, Mouseberry looked over to Waspwing, her fur raised. "Um... I mean, it looks like you have your paws full. Is there anyway I can help? I'll do anything you tell me to! Please?"

[Firespark]

Firespark entered the medicine cat den limping and coughing. She had gotten stuck in the elders den when the fire hit. It took a flying Koi to save her from the flames. Se could hardly breathe and kept coughing over and over again and again. Coughing to the point she fell to her side coughing some more landing next to Mouseberry. Her eyes were glazed over due to the smoke and now they were an aqua liquid. "Cant breathe and my legs burnt." She managed to cough out in a raspy voice.

[Hey Wasp: I changed the color and the size. Tell me if the colors OK instead of the red and if the size is ok too. Oh and can you tell your friend, the color blind one, that I'm sorry I over reacted.]

[Waspwing]

Waspwing snorted at Firespark, ignoring Dustpaw. "If you couldn't breath, you couldn't speak." He grumbled, taking some water-soaked moss and throwing it at her. "Drink some of the water off of that, it'll help. Once you're done I'll give you a more serious checkup. For not, this kit get's to go first." 'And Dustpaw shall go after him. Then Firespark, then Ashfang, then Mouseberry.' He thought gloomily, crouching down in front of Hollowkit.

"Other than this little gash on your forehead, is anything wrong, little one?" He asked calmly, grabbing a small wad of cobwebs from Mouseberry, while chewing some burdock for infection. As he poured the burdock juice into the little gash, he quickly applied the cobwebs to Hollowkit's forehead. "Alright, little one, that will be all better in a couple of days." He purred, nosing him away.

Waspwing was then too lazy to make a better post, so we're gonna say Dustpaw and Ashfang were magically healed! Oh, and Firespark...

Waspwing glanced at Mouseberry. "Oh, er, thanks for saving what you did. It'll help. Now, on to your injuries." He looked at the nasty leg burn she had going on, and turned to see if he had enough supplies.

[finchsong]

Finchpaw, the one-eyed apprentice, padded into the IceClan medicine cat den rather uncertainly. She was limping slightly, and she was very nervous about being in such an unfamiliar place. After fleeing the burning TreeClan camp, she had made it to the border with Koisplash's help. The blue-gray apprentice had then followed her Clanmates into the IceClan mountains and finally to the camp.

She had been singed several times during the panicked escape, given that her half-vision had hindered her when fleeing the fire. The apprentice had also been somewhat severely burned on her right foreleg due to a burning branch on her bad side that she hadn't been able to see, hence her limping. Her breath was rather jagged and shaky due to the amount of smoke she had inhaled, and her copper-colored eye was stinging painfully from the smoke that had been in the air.

The young female sat down in a corner of the den, squinting as she saw Dustpaw through her watering eye. She glared as well as she could at her rival. That stubborn, obnoxious fool... Finchpaw would have had no problem if he had failed to escape the fire. The apprentice told no one this, however; she shook her head slightly to push away her dark thoughts.

There were already quite a few cats in the den, including her mentor, Ashfang. Finchpaw only really wanted her burned foreleg healed, and maybe she could get something for her throat as well. She let out a hoarse cough, flinching slightly as she did so. She would wait. The smoke-stained apprentice could see a kit in the den, as well as Ashfang, Dustpaw, an apprentice, and two other warriors. Never having been one to assert herself in situations like this, the one-eyed she-cat huddled in her little corner. Waspwing would get to her eventually, she was sure. The blue-gray cat could hear the TreeClan medicine cat already beginning to work around the cats gathered, doing what he could to help.

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[Jayfoot]

A lean calico tom-cat padded into the Medicine Cats' Den quite cautiously and hesitantly as if somebody inside would attack him if he went inside. His walk contained a slight limp in his right fore-paw, having been burned badly and possibly even broken when a rather heavy tree branch had managed to pin it to the burning ground when he was trying to find a way outside the burning forest. Jaypaw's body had also been severely scarred and some places it was burned quite badly as well.

Sitting down and coughing unexpectedly, his amber eyes gazed all around him. He saw Finchpaw, a blue-grey she-cat whom he knew as a close friend, Dustpaw, a grey and white tom-cat whom he disliked very much, and two warriors he didn't quite knew of and also a kit with a rather bad gash on his forehead. Forcing himself to stand once more, he limped his way to Finchpaw, wrapping his scarred tail around the she-cat in a sign of some-what protective way, flashing her a weak smile as he sat once more, wincing lightly at he put a bit more of his weight that necessary on his injured paw.

“You okay .. Finch?” Jaypaw asked, his voice more of a hoarse rasp rather than a mew.

[Greenflare]

Greenflare sat near the back of the group of injured and burnt cats. He had twisted his paw badly on the panicked run to IceClan, and his black fur had singed. Part of his flank's fur was gone and his pale skin was covered in welts from the fire. He gasped in silent pain as he gingerly set his paw on the ground, wincing as his tail had flicked over his burn.

[Short, sorry.]

[Nettleflight]

Seems like it's time to be healed. Nettleflight waited at the outside of the den, watching the others as the each waited to get healed. Her own wounds were rather deep, having one side of her flank burned deeply. Though, she still debated on weather or not she shoule go in.

So many of my clanmates need to be healed more than me. Even so, she decided to make her way into the IceClan medicine cats den, looking at all the cats already in there. Good, now I'll be last. Limping her way to a pile of rockes behind the pile of moss, Nettleflight tripped on a loose pebble, hissing in agony. Cursing, she looked at her clanmates as she continued her way to the pile of moss, her ears flattened in embarrassment.

Her twisted paw had never really given her a problem, but now it was hurting unbearably, something that only happened when she ran on it too hard. She also had a deep burn in her flank, which was still bleeding slightly, the skin partially smoldering.

[Tinydapple]

Limping in to the Iceclan's medicine den where Waspwing was, she plopped down in the cold den. W-Waspwing?" The small senior warrior called out to the medicine cat. "I got some nasty burns along with my tail." Tinydapple mewed that ended in a choking cough.

[Pepper]

~Ashpaw
(hey Waspwing just saying you forgot Ashpaw)
Ashpaw sat down waiting patiently he wanted himself to be healed soon enough. He sighed and waited for Waspwing.
(sorry muse is again low)

[Mistsong]

Mistsong limped into the medicine cats' den, and felt the sweet smell of herbs scurry up her nose. She looked around, and saw that it wasn't very different than the medicine den in Treeclan. The only difference was that it was full of patients and wasn't burned down. No. Don't think about that. Mistsong glanced at her swollen paw, and saw that it had already inflamed to twice its normal size. It was dripping blood, along with some thick, gooey substance mixed into it. I may not be a medicine cat, but I don't need one to know that it's infected. Maybe running on all four paws with a majorly cracked pad wasn't a very good idea. As she looked at her paw, it took a lot of effort for her to hold in a moan. Just looking at her wound freaked her out. "Waspwing," she gasped, forcing her eyes onto the medicine cat. "I need help." That was all she managed before she collapsed, exhausted.