Agony {O}

[Cheetahfur]

Cheetahfur limped into the medicine den, her left paw raised at a weird angle in the air, one of her claw sheaths ripped. As she came into more light, it was clear what the injury was - a wound starting at her claw sheath and ripping down her paw to her arm. Letting out a little whine, she leaned down and swiped her tongue hastily down her leg, cleaning off some of the blood in a few strokes.
"Crowwing?" she licked her lips, cringing slightly at the taste of cat blood.
"Clovepetal?"

[Crowwing]

Smelling the scent of dripping blood, the tom rushed to Cheetahfur with the herbs Clovepetal recently taught to him. Chervil for infected wounds and cobwebs to stop the bleeding.

Without asking the she-cat what happened, he gently directed her head away from the paw in order to stop her from licking. He then placed a bit of the chervil leaves on the wound, gently squeezing its juice onto her.

"It might sting a bit." he warned.