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Post by thrushfang on Sept 29, 2012 16:51:44 GMT -6
(Open for Forestbreak, please. xD)
Thrushfang winced slightly as she limped into the medicine cats' den for the first time in a few moons. The one-eared warrior had suffered the misfortune of stepping on a thorn while in pursuit of a rabbit earlier that morning, and she hadn't been able to get it out of her left forepaw's pad. So, reluctantly, she had been forced to seek the help of the Clan's medicine cats.
The ginger tabby sat down in the den and waited. She was strangely curious as to whether she'd see Forestbreak again now; they'd last met after one of her fights with Leopardripple. Despite the medicine cat's hostility and unsympathetic attitude, the other female had seemed to become a bit more friendly when Thrushfang had been leaving. Maybe she'd get to see that cat again now.
Her green eyes narrowed as she raised her injured paw, staring at the thorn that had embedded itself painfully into her tender pad. She lapped at it carefully, tasting just a little bit of blood as she did so. With any luck, someone would be around to take a look at it. Thrushfang waited, her tail curled around her paws.
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Post by Forestbreak on Sept 30, 2012 9:55:45 GMT -6
"Why, hello," Forestbreak mewed, an amused smile creeping onto her face. "Back so soon? You seem fairly intact, so I'm just going to assume you've stayed away from that Leopardripple character. Good girl." Noticing as the she-cat licked her pad, Forestbreak craned her neck.
"Ah, a thorn? Nasty little buggers, they are." The gray tabby sauntered over to Thrushfang, grabbing some marigold in her jaws as she did so. "Hold up your paw, pad facing the sky. It's gonna hurt a bit, but only for a few moments. All right?"
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Post by thrushfang on Sept 30, 2012 16:17:58 GMT -6
And there was the gray tabby now. The warrior straightened up, her good ear angled forward. "Hello Forestbreak," she greeted, a small grin appearing on her face. "Yes, I've stayed away from Leopardripple. Did you think I enjoyed fighting her?" she asked, flicking her tail-tip. It was rather more a statement than a question.
Thrushfang raised her paw as the medicine cat approached with a mouthful of herbs. She let out a resigned sigh and turned the paw over, her pad now facing upward. It was an impressively large thorn, and it had wedged deep into the one-eared cat's paw. The ginger tabby flinched a little at the sight of it; this was certainly going to hurt. Then again, there was no sense in leaving the thorn in so the injury could get infected; the pad was inflamed as it was.
Trusting Forestbreak to deal with it, she extended the paw slightly. "Just get it over with," she meowed, gritting her teeth. At the least, things were a bit friendlier between the two females now, so the medicine cat didn't have a reason to prolong the pain too much.
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Post by Forestbreak on Sept 30, 2012 18:11:00 GMT -6
"Some cats around here do enjoy getting themselves into trouble," she remarked. "You don't seem to be one of them, but Leopardripple does. She's come in here with cuts from a fight a number of times." The medicine cat laughed hoarsely, her crooked lower jaw bobbing up and down.
She leaned forward, grasped the base of the thorn in her tooth, and yanked backwards in one smooth motion. It came out smoothly, a bead of blood clinging to the tip. Quickly, she began chewing a marigold poultice, then spat it out and rubbed it onto the warrior's paw. Finally, she stepped back.
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Post by thrushfang on Sept 30, 2012 18:53:23 GMT -6
So perhaps Forestbreak had reconsidered her after all. Last time they'd met, Thrushfang had been convinced that the medicine cat blamed the fight on her. The ginger tabby flicked her good ear, whiskers twitching slightly as the twisted-jawed medicine cat let out a slight cackle.
Thrushfang held still as the gray tabby gripped the thorn in her teeth, though she did wince as it was pulled clean of her pad. The warrior sat unmoving as the poultice was applied, trying not to flinch from the sting of herbs on the wound. After the medicine cat had finished, she withdrew her paw and held it a bit above the ground in an attempt to keep the herbs from smearing off. Not to mention that the paw was still stinging; she wanted to give it a chance to heal first.
She shifted where she sat. "Thanks. Mind if I stick around for a little while? I don't quite feel like hopping across camp." In reality, this was Thrushfang's way of offering to chat with the other she-cat. The one-eared female was quite curious about her; she figured this might be a good chance to strike up a conversation and maybe even get on Forestbreak's good side - that is, if she had one.
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Post by Forestbreak on Oct 3, 2012 16:37:31 GMT -6
"Certainly." The medicine cat nodded, wrapping her tail around her paws. "No use limping unless you have to." Her eyes wandered to Thrushfang's paw. "Just don't lick off the poultice, and you'll be fine." Grinning, the medicine cat pressed Thrushfang's paw to the ground with her own paw. "Hey, don't worry about keeping your paw off the ground. Marigold's pretty darn sticky."
"So, would you like to talk? Rest? Whatever you want." Forestbreak yawned, jaws parting, and shuffled her paws. "Most cats just curl up in a nest and sleep. I don't blame them. My career hasn't been long, but I've seen some pretty bad injuries." Her gaze softened, and she stared off into space.
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Post by thrushfang on Oct 6, 2012 16:03:34 GMT -6
The one-eared warrior chuckled softly, allowing her paw to be nudged into contact with the ground. She left it there as she rose to her feet, padding carefully over to one of the nests in the den with a slight limp. Thrushfang flopped down gingerly in it, with her injured leg hanging over the edge.
"Hmm, perhaps a little chat?" she mused to the medicine cat. The ginger tabby warrior shifted to get more comfortable. "So how have things been?" she asked mildly. "I hope there haven't been any serious outbreaks of illness so early in leaf-fall." Thrushfang stretched to lap at her flank from where she lay, her good ear angled toward Forestbreak.
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Post by Forestbreak on Oct 7, 2012 20:27:32 GMT -6
"No, not quite yet," she said, heaving a sigh. "Unfortunately, leaf-bare will inevitably bring sickness, and there's no escaping it." Wearily, she flopped onto the ground, tucking her paws onto her chin. "It's going to be quite crowded in here, I'll bet. I don't know if me and Clovepetal will manage it," she confided, ears flattening.
Pausing, she apologized, "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to get too dark there. On a happier note, no one's been badly injured lately." She grinned. "Just a cough here, a scratch there. The usual." She managed a light laugh.
"How have things been with you?" Forestbreak leaned forward.
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Post by thrushfang on Oct 9, 2012 10:44:11 GMT -6
She listened, nodding sympathetically with her green eyes glowing warmly. The one-eared cat stretched out, resting her chin on one foreleg. "It'll be okay. I'm sure with the both of you around, things will be easier to handle. At least the Clan's healthy so far, though."
Thrushfang drew her tail in closer as Forestbreak continued. "I've been well, actually, besides the occasional minor scrape or such. Beetlepaw is keeping me busy, but she's a smart young cat. I took over her training after Emberstorm left, and she shows promise - in fact, her assessment isn't too far away." She glanced as her herb-smeared pad, a reminder that she might have to take it easy for a day or two.
Returning to gazing at Forestbreak, she exhaled slowly. "If you ever need help gathering herbs or whatnot before leaf-bare really sets in, I'd be glad to help. No sense in running out of medicine for the Clan right when they need it most, and I'm sure most of the plants must be dying soon anyways." The tabby let the offer hang in the air, and licked her lips calmly.
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Post by Forestbreak on Oct 13, 2012 9:19:11 GMT -6
"Yes, it will." Forestbreak nodded in agreement. "The Clan's been robust as ever. I haven't seen sickness in a while- though Leopardripple's a bit under the weather." She narrowed her eyes, then opened them again, tail whipping from side to side like a dog's in slow motion.
"Wonderful. I'm sure you're a great mentor," replied the medicine cat. "I believe Beetlepaw cleaned the den once. She seemed fine. Tell her I wish her luck on her assessment."
"Thank you for the offer," she mewed. "If I need an extra set of paws, I'll fetch you."
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Post by thrushfang on Oct 16, 2012 18:01:07 GMT -6
The she-cat licked her lips absentmindedly as she listened to Forestbreak. "As I'm sure you can guess, I really don't care much whether or not Leopardripple's got greencough. So long as she doesn't give me anything, I'm perfectly happy with keeping her out of sight and out of mind." A brief sigh followed this, as memories of the loss of her ear returned. Thrushfang spared a glance at her herb-smeared paw pad, reminding herself that her enemy wasn't the source of all her problems, albeit some of them were caused by that onyx-black fool.
"Anyway, thanks," the tabby meowed, bringing herself back out of her thoughts. "Beetlepaw isn't my first apprentice, but I still do my best to train the Clan's young cats. I'm sure she'd be glad to know that you support her," she purred softly. The warrior shifted somewhat-restlessly once again, tucking her paws close to herself and leaning her cheek against the side of the nest.
"So, as long as I'm not distracting you from your work... have you ever seen any major injuries so far as a medicine cat? I don't hear too many stories about that sort of thing nowadays." To be honest, Thrushfang felt like a kit again, searching out the elders for stories. The only problem was, since she'd never succeeded in tracking down a storyteller, the one-eared cat had been left with a craving for a good tale. She gazed at the medicine cat calmly, inviting the other female to settle down and maybe even ramble a bit.
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Post by Forestbreak on Oct 18, 2012 18:23:38 GMT -6
"Good call," chirped the medicine cat. "I've decided against healing her, since the number of times she's come to my den with 'battle' wounds is quite ridiculous. She can get Clovepetal's help if she needs it. Not mine." Forestbreak narrowed her eyes. "Generally, that Leopardripple is bad news."
"Hm..." Forestbreak's eyes grew distant as her mind raced for an action-packed retelling of an injury. "I've seen a snake bite, blindness, severe amnesia from head trauma, attempted suicide, and an IceClan cat with extremely deep cuts." She ticked off some of the more memorable ones- many of the things that sent cats to her den were related to cleaning or minor scratches.
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Post by thrushfang on Oct 22, 2012 8:29:02 GMT -6
Thrushfang chuckled softly. By the sound of it, Leopardripple was out of luck. Hopefully, that would give the black-furred cat a reason to stop fighting - or else she'd be in trouble one day if one of her 'enemies' got the better of her. The tabby flicked her good ear, remembering the first time she'd ever met Leopardripple. She'd only been a young apprentice at the time - but that hadn't stopped the older warrior from attacking her ferociously, which had let to the loss of her ear. Since then, she'd held a grudge against the older female.
"You've certainly seen the gauntlet of injuries," the warrior commented. "Snake bites and blindness... I haven't heard of those too often, but I suppose they happen. But suicide and amnesia? Not to mention, what was an IceClan cat doing around here? I haven't seen them since Emberstorm and Mossfeather came to find their Clanmate." She tilted her face a little to the side curiously. Some of those sounded like they'd make for interesting stories.
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Post by Forestbreak on Oct 23, 2012 20:09:00 GMT -6
"Well, er, this particular IceClan cat happened to be Mossfeather." Forestbreak shrugged. "She came to me, cut up pretty badly from a fight on the border. Apparently she was working her tail off to save some cat named Maplefrost." The medicine cat flicked her ear, slightly amused. "This Maplefrost's idiot brother had supposedly fled FireClan after being captured, and ditched the other two. Mossfeather told me everything."
"As for the others, they were certainly odd situations. Amnesia and snake bites were both Hawkbreeze's afflictions, and the blindness was granted to Mistywind." She laughed a grating laugh.
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Post by thrushfang on Oct 25, 2012 23:13:17 GMT -6
Mossfeather... the name seemed familiar. Thrushfang thought for a moment, tail flicking. When she finally did remember who the cat was, a shadow appeared on her face. "I remember that IceClan cat. I fought her when we invaded IceClan, and I was the one who gave her those wounds when she came to save Maplefrost." The tabby let out a growl, remembering the strong grudge she still harbored against that warrior.
She let out a sigh, clearing her mind. "Mistywind, Hawkbreeze... I know them. Sounds like they've had quite a few mishaps." Thrushfang was vaguely interested; she hadn't heard about these things before. Of course, memories of her fights with Mossfeather were fighting for attention in her mind, and the female was having trouble avoiding thought over the subject.
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