Post by GALE on Jan 28, 2015 19:48:59 GMT
{OOC application - apprentice medicine cat}
{how many characters do you have in viridity?}
Two, Nighthowl and Galestorm
{your medicine cat's name, description, and personality}
❥ Nighthowl
❥ Ghost tabby tom with emerald eyes
. stubborn .
"I am not stubborn my way is just better"
Why are you being so stupid? Can't you just see that this way is a better way? Are you too blind to see that? He doesn't care about you reasoning unless you wave a piece of evidence under his nose. He is right, even when he's not. He will stick by his beliefs - don't you dare change that. He's stubborn and has a really difficult time accepting apologies and tends to hold grudges for a long time.
. restless .
"I put my head down but sleep just wont come"
He tosses and turns throughout the night and is woken up by the slightest bump in the night. He will usually have a reluctance to sleep and you'll find him busying himself with duties or just absently starting into the stars wondering whether or not StarClan can save them.
. blunt .
"I don't sugar coat stuff, I'm not going to make you lose your sense"
He's not going to be all sweet and tell you all the things that might happen. You'll know everything that's wrong or could go wrong and the consequences of that. He tired of being treated like a kit just because of his rank. You'll know exactly what is going on.
. observant .
"Take time to notice things that other people are overlooking"
He will notice things that others seem to overlook. The actions of the cats around him the appearance of a sickly cat. He'll usually be sitting at the side of a gathering suspicious of others and watching the way they move to determine whether or not he should speak to them or not.
. naive .
"We were still young and naive"
He sometimes doesn't realise the intense pain others are in and the seriousness of an oncoming battle. He's too young to be able to fully understand. This cat will require careful crafting. He lacks the experience to realise how hard it is to survive. He isn't wise enough to know whether or not they should charge into battle. His judgement is a young one and again with experience he'll become better at deciding effective decisions for the clan.
. serious .
"I'm a serious guy"
He thinks in a very solemn way. And is thoughtful in character and manner. He sometimes over thinks things. With any hopeful sign he can find out a way of thinking that will make it seem much more delightful as it once was.
. aggressive .
"You no good piece of fox dung!"
Every cat has their ticking point, while his is of a higher level when he gets mad you'll know he's mad. Nightkit is usually quiet and will put up with most disobedient cats. Usually he'd just move away but if you persist he'll come at you with such force and anger it'll leave your ears stinging.
. kind .
"It is higher and nobler to be kind"
He doesn't care what you look like, where you come from, what you did. Everyone deserves kindness - especially unkind people - people deserve to have the same as every other cat. Every cat has their rights and every cat needs to respect them.
. cooperative .
"The only thing that will redeem us is cooperation"
He'll assist you and wont ask questions - unless necessary - he will be fully involved - assisting other people in working towards a common goal that will solve problems that are created. Together more can be achieved.
. natural leader .
"A true leader is one who is humble enough to admit their mistakes"
The instructions flow out of his mouth as if he's trained in this all his life. He knows what to do when he needs to be called to action. In an event of a panic he'd be one of the first ones to take control of the situation and calm everyone down.
. smart .
"Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change"
He's smart he knows how to solve many problems and loves to discover new things that improve his own intelligence. If being smart is going to benefit the clan he'll think as hard as he can. He thinks in a logical way rather than mythically. He attempts to convert beliefs into facts.
. loyal .
"Honestly, loyalty & love."
He'll serve this clan until his dying breath. This is his birth clan he was born and raised here. He lost some family here. This clan has done so much for him - he should be able to repay his debt with his utmost loyalty.
. determined .
"I am too determined to be defeated!"
He'll try and try and will not accept defeat unless in battle. You will commonly find him constantly muttering under his breath running through battle moves and hunting techniques in his head. He'll always push to be the best that he can be and when all seems hopeless - he'll try again after the frustration has faded.
. frustrated .
"I try and try but nothing seems to be going right..."
If he can't do it he gets extremely frustrated. Cursing is an often side effect of this and he'll need a long time by himself if he is to calm down and try again. He'll ponder on the thought ask someone he trusts to show him and try again.
. unforgiving .
"Your opinion doesn't matter. You're no better than dirt"
Excuse me? He doesn't care why you did it. Every cat has a choice and you decided to do it. You may think you innocent, wrongly accused but how innocent are you really? You'll never know him as you once did. How could he trust you to not hurt him?
. impatient .
"An impatient person plays differently than a more patient person"
If you're too slow you get left behind. It's you own choice whether or not you should speed up. We have a mission if you are not going to pick up the pace so we can complete the target he'll be the one to speed off and leave you alone.
{how active are you? will you be active even when hollowclan is struggling with activity?}
I am active on Galestorm but in HollowClan I am less so since my character is a kit and I am awful at role-playing kits. Otherwise my activity is 8/10.
{you do understand if you are inactive or being disrespectful, I will remove you from the rank?}
This is totally right. I don't mind at all. It would be completely my fault if I didn't take this fantastic position.
{in character application - apprentice medicine cat}
{1. Herb stock has been low with the upcoming Leaf Bare, you've been carefully using your stock to make sure you do not run out and the Clan has to suffer until New-Leaf. Bluefoot soon quickly approaches you and almost yowls, "(HollowClan queen) is giving birth! You must come quick!" The birth is hard for the queen, and she will need herbs soon or she may die. Do you use a large portion of your herb supply on her or leave her to pull through it?}
The night apprentice's emerald eyes flashed in the half-light. Kitting at this time of year! The cat had been wide awake from his restless nature and his short fur now bristled along his soot-coloured rear. With unreal calmness his soundless paw steps approached the blue she-cat with serenity in his lustre gaze. Like a ghost his shadowed pelt brushed against Bluefoot's a splash of colour against his own. Approaching the centre of the encampment he took note of how difficult that this birth must be for it had awoke almost the entire clan. Anxious murmurs sounded in his ear fur like sweet morning bird song. He twisted his trail back up towards the medicine cat den, still walking without a hint of haste, Bluefoot's hiss sounded in his ear as he almost subconsciously imbalanced her from her steady descendent down the herb path. Nightpaw whipped his cranium around - "Maybe you should remind yourself that this is an emergency" he retorted his tongue flicking out like a snake's. Quickening his pace he began to speed towards the herb stores.
Upon entering the small stores the overpowering scent of remedies filled his nostrils. Snorting he used his whiskers to navigate the small cramped space, his inky tail tip carefully feeling the texture and smoothness of each precious cure. A ear-splitting screech reminded the young cat of his duties. His black feet meeting a cold cracked surface, running his paw tips along the thick tall stick he grunted with satisfaction, sliding the twig back towards the entrance his careless actions knocking few carefully placed medicines of there shelves. He twisted his ears and detected the clamour, but continued his pursuit of the last necessity. "Raspberry leaves..." he muttered to himself under his breath "soft to the touch, but with jagged edges" he reminded himself of his mentor's instructing tone. His piercing orbs darted across the cramped space - a sense of urgency flowing through his blood. Tiny rogue berries perched on the edge of a ledge - caught the attention of his peripheral vision. Bounding forwards he sniffed at the berries - his suspicion was confirmed - raspberry reaching to the back of the stock he grasped leaves on his short talon like a hollow tree branch. Finally he whipped his skull around, immediately next to the raspberries was the herb he needed and at the last minute grasped the last of the ragwort in his jaws.
Bending down, Nightpaw gathered them together with a flourish of his lithe tail. He galloped out of his den paying little to no attention to the world the revolved around her vision instead his emerald eyes were fixed intently on the nursery a wave of determination flashed over him, but it all crumbled when he reached the entrance to the crèche and his confidence crumbled. The great scent of rogue liquid hit the roof of his parted jaws.
"Help her, please!" A queen cowered in the corner her voice barely more than a whimper as she cradled her kittens with her thick plump tail. Nightpaw dropped the remedies at to food of the birthing queen, whose bedding was severely shredded with claws that inflicted their wounds out of pain. Manoeuvring the long thick maroon bark to the she-cats shrieking jaws quickly he forced the stick into the she-cats maw causing her to cough and choke as he accustomed to the new invader on her taste buds. Nightpaw positioned his petite paws on the queen's swollen belly, feeling his way along her elongated body he found the stuck kitten. He shifted his weight until he had enough force to push the kit out. "You might want to cover your ears, this will hurt" he gritted his thorn-sharp teeth and shoved his weight down in a sharp movement. The stick splintered and the pregnant queen thrashed her head before laying her dappled frame down weakly as a spasm controlled her physique the problem kit slid out now in a smooth motion. Reluctantly the medicine cat apprentice nipped at the sack and tore open the birthing sac before moving the broad shouldered she-cat towards the queen's belly. Absorbed in his task he moved again back towards the queens face twisted in pain her flanks expanding in rapidity. "Eat these" his soft vocals commanded "it'll ease some of the pain". The pained cat leaned forwards an lapped at the sweet tasting herbs swallowing at least one. I wish I had more herbs to spare... Nightpaw moved back to the hind-quarters of the female. "One more!" he called to his patient. The queen's muscles convulsed and this time the remaining young slid out with ease, he torn open the birthing sac again and moved the tom into the curve of his mothers body.
He rubbed each kit's pelt before returning to the queens finally featured face, her breath struggling to escape her lungs. "Please, eat this" he shoved the ragwort leaf towards her "this will give you strength" the she-cat's eyes flicked open then shut again. In desperation the tom parted the queen's maw and jammed the ragwort leaf down her throat. Please, I need you to survive for your kits...
{2. A hunting patrol has just returned to camp, and Smallpaw has come to you and shows you his paw, his pads are cut and there are shards of rock, and twigs in his paw. He is also shaking with fear, which will make it hard to pull the objects out of his paw pads. What herbs to you use to soothe the tom?}
The small tom reluctantly held out his fragile paw the smooth landscape of his white feet where littered with shards and bark twigs scarred his soot-coloured pads. "You stupid tom" he muttered to the less experienced cat, he growled as the paw as the scarred pad he cradled shook out of his tending forepaws. "Could you stop shaking!" his vocals rang angrily "A kit could do better than this!" The tuxedo apprentice fixed him with a cold stare but the fear scent that clung to his dark pelt like goosegrass, he parted his jaws to speak up "Maybe you'd like me to throw some sand in your eyes then we'll see who's laughing" Nightpaw turned around the fur being to bristle towards the vexatious tom, his silky vocals omitted evenly from his open maw "It's good to see at least your chin's working". The midnight striped cat vanished behind the lichen cover into his fortress.
His prying globes sought out the yellow blossom used to treat inflammation (which was probably going to happen to Smallpaw's foot) & to stop infection. His mottled tail scraped the top of the frozen stone cave. The herb stores had been recently stocked by his mentor and himself. Scouring the packed shelves like a stalking hawk, bright emerald eyes targeted the remedy - one of the most used herbs so it wasn't a far distance from the crevice used for access. His thorn-pricked teeth locked around the bundle of flower stems, twisting quickly around in such a tight space wasn't easy and the tom grunted as his ribs were crushed by the close walls. Further back was a small collection of catchweed plants he quickly carried them out without further wanting to destroy the carefully ordered plants. On brusque paws he padded out of the seemingly inevitable disaster.
"Calm down. Lay here" he directed the cat to sit down - their was no point wasting poppy seeds on such a
in-severe incident - the nervous patient lay down carefully limping heavily on his injury. The toms tense muscles relaxed and the thew was evident through his pallid-inky fur. Nightpaw slowly drew up to the younger feline - "Now this will hurt!" he hung over the little soft paws his fangs grasped the twigs in his open mouth clenching his teeth tightly together before jerking his head back in a sharp motion a squeal to accompany it. He the proceeded onto the small shards of rock after depositing the bloodied twigs on the sandy floor. He grasped each on individually this time because of their scattered positioning. Once he had removed them he licked the with precise navigation with his sandpaper-like tongue. Once satisfied it was clean of all debris he chewed the marigold leaves into a poultice before spreading it accurately onto the tops black pads. Carefully the top peeled off the miniature hooks on the plant before using them to prevent the poultice from rubbing off - this tom clearly wasn't going to stay off that injury. Alas he continued with his warning "Now take it easy and get going!" he signalled to the entrance his tail slowly pushing Smallpaw forwards on cautious steps.
{3. Weaselstar has finally come back from one of her strolls, she is gravely wounded and has many cuts and nicks on her pelts. The scar on her face has reopened and she is slipping out of consciousness. What do you do?}
Nightpaw's heart raced at the sight of so much blood. He raced up the steps the world seemed to slow down around him. His breath came out in quick rasps; his chest heaved at the effort to make the air circulate through his body. StarClan give me strength! He charged through the entrance stirring the injured cats inside and ripping the lichen cover from the draped entrance. He stumbled inside the medicine clef ignoring the questions from the cats that stirred at his paws which shook with vexation. On unsure steps he navigated through the now ominous path that led to the medicine. The leaves now had turned to sheer edges that shone in the half-light; shadows danced around the cavern mocking his every footstep. The jet black top stalked forwards searching for required herbs. Marigold, cobwebs and ragwort. Marigold to prevent bleeding & infection; cobwebs to soak up and slow the bleeding; ragwort to keep up her strength. On careful pawsteps he stalked through the threatening stores. With a quickly decreasingly confident stride he craned his neck to claw together a collection of marigold leaves that had fallen from their stores when the shelves had been shaken by the rough behaviour of his shaking body. He swiped the bundle together with his plump tail and fastened them with a long stem before pushing the neat pile towards the yawning cave opening. He paced again more brusquely towards the next item on his inventory, cobwebs - easy enough. The dark tom's tail stood erect as it brushed the roof of the den. His tail acting as a feathered duster collected a small wrap of cobwebs on his pallid tail-tip. His teeth tore the sticky cobwebs from his fur. With practised movement the inky cat wrapped the ailments neatly under his sand-paper like tongue; while he was completing this process he carried on walking his movement growing heavy with the stress that bowed his young shoulders. The tom grasped some ragwort from a nearby clef, he placed his paws on the high shelf and reached out with a paw to fish it out, before continuing to race out.
Once he had reached Weaselstar's side he immediately directed his attention to the ginger cat's face wound. He chewed up the yellow-petalled flower - it would need to be the first plant to be applied to the injury to stop the bleeding. In rapid movements his jaws extended and retracted as he chewed the amber herb into a poultice; as soon as he'd finished he licked the poultice into the wounds - Weaselstar purred weakly as the remedy seeped into the lesion. His eyes averted into Weaselstar's globes they had opened enough for him to see the slits of her eyes - clouded with pain. Nightpaw quickly chewed up the ragwort leaves, before parting the she-cat's maw to insert the remedy rubbing her throat to help his leader to digest the medicine. He worked in silence to distracted with the duties of work to pay attention to speech. He carefully bound the woven bandages around the injury that marked Weaselstar's face; pulling tightly so the wound would stay together. He reached down a picked up a small twig and wove it in between the cobwebs to make sure that the bandage would stay together. Please, stay awake!
{how many characters do you have in viridity?}
Two, Nighthowl and Galestorm
{your medicine cat's name, description, and personality}
❥ Nighthowl
❥ Ghost tabby tom with emerald eyes
. stubborn .
"I am not stubborn my way is just better"
Why are you being so stupid? Can't you just see that this way is a better way? Are you too blind to see that? He doesn't care about you reasoning unless you wave a piece of evidence under his nose. He is right, even when he's not. He will stick by his beliefs - don't you dare change that. He's stubborn and has a really difficult time accepting apologies and tends to hold grudges for a long time.
. restless .
"I put my head down but sleep just wont come"
He tosses and turns throughout the night and is woken up by the slightest bump in the night. He will usually have a reluctance to sleep and you'll find him busying himself with duties or just absently starting into the stars wondering whether or not StarClan can save them.
. blunt .
"I don't sugar coat stuff, I'm not going to make you lose your sense"
He's not going to be all sweet and tell you all the things that might happen. You'll know everything that's wrong or could go wrong and the consequences of that. He tired of being treated like a kit just because of his rank. You'll know exactly what is going on.
. observant .
"Take time to notice things that other people are overlooking"
He will notice things that others seem to overlook. The actions of the cats around him the appearance of a sickly cat. He'll usually be sitting at the side of a gathering suspicious of others and watching the way they move to determine whether or not he should speak to them or not.
. naive .
"We were still young and naive"
He sometimes doesn't realise the intense pain others are in and the seriousness of an oncoming battle. He's too young to be able to fully understand. This cat will require careful crafting. He lacks the experience to realise how hard it is to survive. He isn't wise enough to know whether or not they should charge into battle. His judgement is a young one and again with experience he'll become better at deciding effective decisions for the clan.
. serious .
"I'm a serious guy"
He thinks in a very solemn way. And is thoughtful in character and manner. He sometimes over thinks things. With any hopeful sign he can find out a way of thinking that will make it seem much more delightful as it once was.
. aggressive .
"You no good piece of fox dung!"
Every cat has their ticking point, while his is of a higher level when he gets mad you'll know he's mad. Nightkit is usually quiet and will put up with most disobedient cats. Usually he'd just move away but if you persist he'll come at you with such force and anger it'll leave your ears stinging.
. kind .
"It is higher and nobler to be kind"
He doesn't care what you look like, where you come from, what you did. Everyone deserves kindness - especially unkind people - people deserve to have the same as every other cat. Every cat has their rights and every cat needs to respect them.
. cooperative .
"The only thing that will redeem us is cooperation"
He'll assist you and wont ask questions - unless necessary - he will be fully involved - assisting other people in working towards a common goal that will solve problems that are created. Together more can be achieved.
. natural leader .
"A true leader is one who is humble enough to admit their mistakes"
The instructions flow out of his mouth as if he's trained in this all his life. He knows what to do when he needs to be called to action. In an event of a panic he'd be one of the first ones to take control of the situation and calm everyone down.
. smart .
"Intelligence is the ability to adapt to change"
He's smart he knows how to solve many problems and loves to discover new things that improve his own intelligence. If being smart is going to benefit the clan he'll think as hard as he can. He thinks in a logical way rather than mythically. He attempts to convert beliefs into facts.
. loyal .
"Honestly, loyalty & love."
He'll serve this clan until his dying breath. This is his birth clan he was born and raised here. He lost some family here. This clan has done so much for him - he should be able to repay his debt with his utmost loyalty.
. determined .
"I am too determined to be defeated!"
He'll try and try and will not accept defeat unless in battle. You will commonly find him constantly muttering under his breath running through battle moves and hunting techniques in his head. He'll always push to be the best that he can be and when all seems hopeless - he'll try again after the frustration has faded.
. frustrated .
"I try and try but nothing seems to be going right..."
If he can't do it he gets extremely frustrated. Cursing is an often side effect of this and he'll need a long time by himself if he is to calm down and try again. He'll ponder on the thought ask someone he trusts to show him and try again.
. unforgiving .
"Your opinion doesn't matter. You're no better than dirt"
Excuse me? He doesn't care why you did it. Every cat has a choice and you decided to do it. You may think you innocent, wrongly accused but how innocent are you really? You'll never know him as you once did. How could he trust you to not hurt him?
. impatient .
"An impatient person plays differently than a more patient person"
If you're too slow you get left behind. It's you own choice whether or not you should speed up. We have a mission if you are not going to pick up the pace so we can complete the target he'll be the one to speed off and leave you alone.
{how active are you? will you be active even when hollowclan is struggling with activity?}
I am active on Galestorm but in HollowClan I am less so since my character is a kit and I am awful at role-playing kits. Otherwise my activity is 8/10.
{you do understand if you are inactive or being disrespectful, I will remove you from the rank?}
This is totally right. I don't mind at all. It would be completely my fault if I didn't take this fantastic position.
{in character application - apprentice medicine cat}
{1. Herb stock has been low with the upcoming Leaf Bare, you've been carefully using your stock to make sure you do not run out and the Clan has to suffer until New-Leaf. Bluefoot soon quickly approaches you and almost yowls, "(HollowClan queen) is giving birth! You must come quick!" The birth is hard for the queen, and she will need herbs soon or she may die. Do you use a large portion of your herb supply on her or leave her to pull through it?}
The night apprentice's emerald eyes flashed in the half-light. Kitting at this time of year! The cat had been wide awake from his restless nature and his short fur now bristled along his soot-coloured rear. With unreal calmness his soundless paw steps approached the blue she-cat with serenity in his lustre gaze. Like a ghost his shadowed pelt brushed against Bluefoot's a splash of colour against his own. Approaching the centre of the encampment he took note of how difficult that this birth must be for it had awoke almost the entire clan. Anxious murmurs sounded in his ear fur like sweet morning bird song. He twisted his trail back up towards the medicine cat den, still walking without a hint of haste, Bluefoot's hiss sounded in his ear as he almost subconsciously imbalanced her from her steady descendent down the herb path. Nightpaw whipped his cranium around - "Maybe you should remind yourself that this is an emergency" he retorted his tongue flicking out like a snake's. Quickening his pace he began to speed towards the herb stores.
Upon entering the small stores the overpowering scent of remedies filled his nostrils. Snorting he used his whiskers to navigate the small cramped space, his inky tail tip carefully feeling the texture and smoothness of each precious cure. A ear-splitting screech reminded the young cat of his duties. His black feet meeting a cold cracked surface, running his paw tips along the thick tall stick he grunted with satisfaction, sliding the twig back towards the entrance his careless actions knocking few carefully placed medicines of there shelves. He twisted his ears and detected the clamour, but continued his pursuit of the last necessity. "Raspberry leaves..." he muttered to himself under his breath "soft to the touch, but with jagged edges" he reminded himself of his mentor's instructing tone. His piercing orbs darted across the cramped space - a sense of urgency flowing through his blood. Tiny rogue berries perched on the edge of a ledge - caught the attention of his peripheral vision. Bounding forwards he sniffed at the berries - his suspicion was confirmed - raspberry reaching to the back of the stock he grasped leaves on his short talon like a hollow tree branch. Finally he whipped his skull around, immediately next to the raspberries was the herb he needed and at the last minute grasped the last of the ragwort in his jaws.
Bending down, Nightpaw gathered them together with a flourish of his lithe tail. He galloped out of his den paying little to no attention to the world the revolved around her vision instead his emerald eyes were fixed intently on the nursery a wave of determination flashed over him, but it all crumbled when he reached the entrance to the crèche and his confidence crumbled. The great scent of rogue liquid hit the roof of his parted jaws.
"Help her, please!" A queen cowered in the corner her voice barely more than a whimper as she cradled her kittens with her thick plump tail. Nightpaw dropped the remedies at to food of the birthing queen, whose bedding was severely shredded with claws that inflicted their wounds out of pain. Manoeuvring the long thick maroon bark to the she-cats shrieking jaws quickly he forced the stick into the she-cats maw causing her to cough and choke as he accustomed to the new invader on her taste buds. Nightpaw positioned his petite paws on the queen's swollen belly, feeling his way along her elongated body he found the stuck kitten. He shifted his weight until he had enough force to push the kit out. "You might want to cover your ears, this will hurt" he gritted his thorn-sharp teeth and shoved his weight down in a sharp movement. The stick splintered and the pregnant queen thrashed her head before laying her dappled frame down weakly as a spasm controlled her physique the problem kit slid out now in a smooth motion. Reluctantly the medicine cat apprentice nipped at the sack and tore open the birthing sac before moving the broad shouldered she-cat towards the queen's belly. Absorbed in his task he moved again back towards the queens face twisted in pain her flanks expanding in rapidity. "Eat these" his soft vocals commanded "it'll ease some of the pain". The pained cat leaned forwards an lapped at the sweet tasting herbs swallowing at least one. I wish I had more herbs to spare... Nightpaw moved back to the hind-quarters of the female. "One more!" he called to his patient. The queen's muscles convulsed and this time the remaining young slid out with ease, he torn open the birthing sac again and moved the tom into the curve of his mothers body.
He rubbed each kit's pelt before returning to the queens finally featured face, her breath struggling to escape her lungs. "Please, eat this" he shoved the ragwort leaf towards her "this will give you strength" the she-cat's eyes flicked open then shut again. In desperation the tom parted the queen's maw and jammed the ragwort leaf down her throat. Please, I need you to survive for your kits...
{2. A hunting patrol has just returned to camp, and Smallpaw has come to you and shows you his paw, his pads are cut and there are shards of rock, and twigs in his paw. He is also shaking with fear, which will make it hard to pull the objects out of his paw pads. What herbs to you use to soothe the tom?}
The small tom reluctantly held out his fragile paw the smooth landscape of his white feet where littered with shards and bark twigs scarred his soot-coloured pads. "You stupid tom" he muttered to the less experienced cat, he growled as the paw as the scarred pad he cradled shook out of his tending forepaws. "Could you stop shaking!" his vocals rang angrily "A kit could do better than this!" The tuxedo apprentice fixed him with a cold stare but the fear scent that clung to his dark pelt like goosegrass, he parted his jaws to speak up "Maybe you'd like me to throw some sand in your eyes then we'll see who's laughing" Nightpaw turned around the fur being to bristle towards the vexatious tom, his silky vocals omitted evenly from his open maw "It's good to see at least your chin's working". The midnight striped cat vanished behind the lichen cover into his fortress.
His prying globes sought out the yellow blossom used to treat inflammation (which was probably going to happen to Smallpaw's foot) & to stop infection. His mottled tail scraped the top of the frozen stone cave. The herb stores had been recently stocked by his mentor and himself. Scouring the packed shelves like a stalking hawk, bright emerald eyes targeted the remedy - one of the most used herbs so it wasn't a far distance from the crevice used for access. His thorn-pricked teeth locked around the bundle of flower stems, twisting quickly around in such a tight space wasn't easy and the tom grunted as his ribs were crushed by the close walls. Further back was a small collection of catchweed plants he quickly carried them out without further wanting to destroy the carefully ordered plants. On brusque paws he padded out of the seemingly inevitable disaster.
"Calm down. Lay here" he directed the cat to sit down - their was no point wasting poppy seeds on such a
in-severe incident - the nervous patient lay down carefully limping heavily on his injury. The toms tense muscles relaxed and the thew was evident through his pallid-inky fur. Nightpaw slowly drew up to the younger feline - "Now this will hurt!" he hung over the little soft paws his fangs grasped the twigs in his open mouth clenching his teeth tightly together before jerking his head back in a sharp motion a squeal to accompany it. He the proceeded onto the small shards of rock after depositing the bloodied twigs on the sandy floor. He grasped each on individually this time because of their scattered positioning. Once he had removed them he licked the with precise navigation with his sandpaper-like tongue. Once satisfied it was clean of all debris he chewed the marigold leaves into a poultice before spreading it accurately onto the tops black pads. Carefully the top peeled off the miniature hooks on the plant before using them to prevent the poultice from rubbing off - this tom clearly wasn't going to stay off that injury. Alas he continued with his warning "Now take it easy and get going!" he signalled to the entrance his tail slowly pushing Smallpaw forwards on cautious steps.
{3. Weaselstar has finally come back from one of her strolls, she is gravely wounded and has many cuts and nicks on her pelts. The scar on her face has reopened and she is slipping out of consciousness. What do you do?}
Nightpaw's heart raced at the sight of so much blood. He raced up the steps the world seemed to slow down around him. His breath came out in quick rasps; his chest heaved at the effort to make the air circulate through his body. StarClan give me strength! He charged through the entrance stirring the injured cats inside and ripping the lichen cover from the draped entrance. He stumbled inside the medicine clef ignoring the questions from the cats that stirred at his paws which shook with vexation. On unsure steps he navigated through the now ominous path that led to the medicine. The leaves now had turned to sheer edges that shone in the half-light; shadows danced around the cavern mocking his every footstep. The jet black top stalked forwards searching for required herbs. Marigold, cobwebs and ragwort. Marigold to prevent bleeding & infection; cobwebs to soak up and slow the bleeding; ragwort to keep up her strength. On careful pawsteps he stalked through the threatening stores. With a quickly decreasingly confident stride he craned his neck to claw together a collection of marigold leaves that had fallen from their stores when the shelves had been shaken by the rough behaviour of his shaking body. He swiped the bundle together with his plump tail and fastened them with a long stem before pushing the neat pile towards the yawning cave opening. He paced again more brusquely towards the next item on his inventory, cobwebs - easy enough. The dark tom's tail stood erect as it brushed the roof of the den. His tail acting as a feathered duster collected a small wrap of cobwebs on his pallid tail-tip. His teeth tore the sticky cobwebs from his fur. With practised movement the inky cat wrapped the ailments neatly under his sand-paper like tongue; while he was completing this process he carried on walking his movement growing heavy with the stress that bowed his young shoulders. The tom grasped some ragwort from a nearby clef, he placed his paws on the high shelf and reached out with a paw to fish it out, before continuing to race out.
Once he had reached Weaselstar's side he immediately directed his attention to the ginger cat's face wound. He chewed up the yellow-petalled flower - it would need to be the first plant to be applied to the injury to stop the bleeding. In rapid movements his jaws extended and retracted as he chewed the amber herb into a poultice; as soon as he'd finished he licked the poultice into the wounds - Weaselstar purred weakly as the remedy seeped into the lesion. His eyes averted into Weaselstar's globes they had opened enough for him to see the slits of her eyes - clouded with pain. Nightpaw quickly chewed up the ragwort leaves, before parting the she-cat's maw to insert the remedy rubbing her throat to help his leader to digest the medicine. He worked in silence to distracted with the duties of work to pay attention to speech. He carefully bound the woven bandages around the injury that marked Weaselstar's face; pulling tightly so the wound would stay together. He reached down a picked up a small twig and wove it in between the cobwebs to make sure that the bandage would stay together. Please, stay awake!