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Post by Adaline on Apr 9, 2017 14:38:15 GMT -6
((Honeyfur / Plumpaw Brightwing just has some scratches on her back, near the base of her tail. They follow along the spine, probably. They shouldn't be too bad, but still should be treated so infection isn't a thing))Brightwing silently walked into the medicine cat's den, the scratches on her back causing slightly painful discomfort. She didn't want it to get worse and somehow cause her to become a liability to Fireclan, so she came to the medicine cat's den.Her ears cautiously folded back. "Uh... Anyone here?" She called out softly.
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Post by Plumpaw on Apr 9, 2017 15:05:20 GMT -6
Plumpaw bounced towards the sound of a cat coming into the medicine den. She hoped it was one of her siblings, she hadn't been able to show them around the den yet. Her head fell sideways as she spotted a warrior that she didn't know. Why was she here? Her blue eyes widened as she smelled blood. Her first injury! Oh, but would Honeyfur want her treating injuries all on her own?
Plumpaw shifted on her paws, then decided that she should at least greet the she-cat. "Hello!" she chirped brightly, swallowing any anxiety she may have had, "I'm here! I'm also Plumpaw!" she beckoned Brightwing closer, wincing as she spotted the wounds, "yeesh, how'd you get those? They don't look fun. Have you had them for long?" she leaned towards the warrior, sniffing the wounds tentatively, "they don't smell infected, but we'll have Honeyfur double check that once he gets here," she stepped back and smiled up at the warrior, "what's your name, love?"
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Post by Adaline on Apr 9, 2017 15:26:06 GMT -6
Brightwing looked to see... That new medicine cat apprentice instead of Honeyfur. She wasn't sure how much this kid had been taught... She supposed she should trust this kid would call Honeyfur if she was out of her depth.
She noticed the kid's anxiety and she said nothing of it. "I just got them. Anywhere between 15 to 30 minutes ago." She didn't tell Plumpaw who had given her the scratches. She sighed. "Brightwing." The faintest tinge of annoyance emerging at the name that Plumpaw had given her.
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Post by Plumpaw on Apr 9, 2017 15:52:44 GMT -6
"Brightwing, that's a pretty name," she mewed, thinking over what herbs she could use. It didn't look like the medicine den got much actions, since Plumpaw knew that the store was nearly overflowing--of course, that meant that some of the herbs had gone bad. "Could you tell me how you got the wounds?" she didn't want to push the subject, but it would be good for her to know, "it looks like it was a cat, right?" Almost certainly, the curly-furred apprentice thought to herself, getting onto her paws while Brightwing gave her answer.
"Give your wounds a good clean, make sure you lick out all the grime. I'm gonna go get some supplies," she padded swiftly to the herb storage. She quickly went for the dock. She remembered it because it looked just like sorrel, and she really liked the way the name sorrel sounded! It was such a pretty word. Plumpaw grabbed some cobwebs as well, wrapping them around one of her paws. At the last minute she decided to grab some poppy seeds as well--those helped with pain, didn't they? Brightwing hadn't seemed to be in an abundance of pain, but maybe it would help ease her discomfort... Plumpaw hobbled back with her supplies, setting them gingerly down. The dock leaves looked a little old, maybe she should've grabbed something else. Her brow furrowed as she looked at her herbs, then she shook her head to dismiss her negative thoughts and turned to see how Brightwing's wounds looked.
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Post by Adaline on Apr 9, 2017 16:00:07 GMT -6
Brightwing shrugged in response. She didn't say anything in response to Plumpaw's inquiries as to how she got the wounds. She didn't want to land Willowspirit in trouble, that was selfish and petty. She wasn't a snitch or a tattle. The old words of being called a liar hit her like a freight train and she flinched. She cleared her throat. "Er, yes. It was a cat..." She murmured.
She obeyed Plumpaw's commands, reaching bad to lick the wounds, despite them being in an inconvenient place. She managed to lick whatever grime had gotten into them from tussling with her sister. When she looked up again, the apprentice had come back with several herbs. Her ears lowered. She remembered when Honeyfur had treated her wounds from Almondfire... She couldn't recall needing this many herbs. It'd been some sort of poultice and cobwebs, mostly. She blinked, watching the medicine cat apprentice.
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Post by Plumpaw on Apr 12, 2017 21:03:17 GMT -6
Plumpaw's brow furrowed at the vague description. "Alright," she mewed, more to herself than to Brightwing. She tried to think if there was anything else she should be asking the warrior. "Did they seem healthy?" Plumpaw then shook her head, quickly rephrasing her words, "I mean, did this cat seem sick? Like they may have had a disease or something?" She examined the cleaned out wounds carefully, becoming more focused, "are these all scratch marks? The other cat didn't bite you did they?"
Plumpaw looked down at the herbs she had brought, double-checking them before nodding gently to herself. She began to chew the dock into a poultice as she awaited Brightwing's answer.
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