Treeclan Healing Thread~

[mousefrost]

Mouseberry winced as Waspwing healed her leg, but it was over soon enough. Looking at it, she moved it around a little, pain still burning pretty hard. Still, other cats needed this more than her. "Thanks Waspwing." she mewed, smiling softly. Getting to her paws, she placed the rest of the cobwebs on a leaf, pushing over to them as she looked at all the cats in the den.

So many of them were burned, light headed, sick from too much smoke. How ever much she wanted to help, she knew she would probably just get in the medicine cats way. "Well, thanks." she mewed, getting to her paws and slowly limping out of the den, casting a look to her former apprentice, Mistsong, who had collapsed. "I think she need's dock." she mewed, casting a glance back to Waspwing, a smile on her face.

Giving her a lick, Mouseberry padded out of the den, trying to navigate her way through all the cats stuffed in the medicine cats den. Sitting by the entrence of the den, she watched carefully, wanting to help, though wanting to stay out of the way. "Plese let me help?" she mewed softly, loud enough for only her to hear. I'll be right here.

[Fernpelt]

Fernpelt hadn't brought in anything too much better than what Waspwing had. She had still been healing Larksong when the fire had started, so she had grabbed what she was currently using. She dropped the comfrey, celandine, and chervil. The comfrey and chervil would be helpful with injuries and infections, she supposed, but there was so little of it. The celandine was pretty much pointless, seeing as there weren't going to be many eye injuries.

Glancing up from her herbs to Mouseberry, she felt a twinge of annoyance that a warrior was telling a medicine cat how to go about healing Mistsong. Fernpelt snorted, ignoring Mouseberry's offer. With the mood she was in, she would only say something rude. Deciding to focus on her injured clanmates instead, Fernpelt walked softly over to Mistsong.

"That's got to hurt," Fernpelt commented, wincing. The paw was swollen and definitely infected. Feeling out of place in this unfamiliar den, the medicine cat soaked some moss. Pointedly not using dock, Fernpelt took a small amount of marigold from Wapswing's pile and the moss. Sponging off the blood, she applied the marigold.

[Mistsong]

Mistsong's paw continued to gush out pus, making her flinch every time she even glanced at it. It burned with pain, and then started to feel numb for a few moments. Then it began to burn again. This continued to happen, causing her paw to start to lose its feeling. Mistsong started breathing heavily, the pain in her pad started to crawl up her leg.

Mistsong gasped with pain as the stinging juice of the marigold Fernpelt was applying soaked into her infected paw. It seeped through the cracks in her pads, like water disappearing trough a split in a rock. The blood was gone, and her paw stung, but as she looked at it she could tell she was already starting to feel a little better. At least it's not getting any worse. She dug her claws into the ground and clenched her teeth, trying to stop the pain.

[Koisplash]

Koisplash all but dragged herself in, wincing as the pads of her paws met the hard, rocky ground. They were scorched and practically cracked, and it didn't help that her fur was also covered in burns and scratches. She coughed again, lying down near a flat rock, and started to lick at her fur, trying to work out some of the smoke stains and cuts. It wasn't very successful.
"My pads look like an elder's," she muttered, looking at her paw pads again, and wincing at how weathered they looked.

[Fernpelt]

Fernpelt examined her deputy's paws, wincing at the look of them. Dock? No, Waterheart won't have any, it doesn't grow well here. Coltsfoot? Much more likely. Trying not to mess up Waterheart's storage system, Fernpelt searched for coltsfoot. When she did, she began to chew it and apply to Koisplash's pads.

"You look terrible," Fernpelt observed bluntly. When she finished with Koisplash's paws, she gave her pelt a look over. "There's not much I can do for your burns, but I'll try with your cuts." Making a poultice of comfrey root and goldenrod ("borrowed" from Waterheart), Fernpelt slathered it on the burns and cuts.

"Don't stand up, you'll rub off the coltsfoot," she warned as she dabbed some more comfrey/goldenrod.

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Koisplash~

The she-cat sighed. Fernpelt's words couldn't have been clearer this time. The chewed coltsfoot on her pads and the poultice of comfrey root and goldenrod on her pelt's cuts stung, but she could put up with it. She'd felt worse.
"How long do I have to keep lying down?" she asked.

[Fernpelt]

Spitting out the last of the herb poultice, Fernpelt thought it over. "When your paws feel better and the poultice is dry, then you can get up. Keep coming back to the den for it to be re-applied if your pads are still cracked and dry," said the medicine cat. "The cuts should heal quickly, but don't scratch at the scabs."

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Koisplash~

Koisplash nodded. "Right," she muttered, taking a glance at her pads. Judging by the looks of them, it would take a while. Hours, perhaps. She rested her head gingerly on top of her paws, deciding that resting would be a good way to spend the time waiting for them to heal and the poultice to dry.