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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 16, 2006 22:26:31 GMT -5
((Thanks. Silver made it. I love it!))
Thade shrugged in answer to her question. "Not too bad," he lied. After the words slipped out, he felt a quick pang of guilt, lying was second nature to him, and he felt bad that he had just lied to his first friend. The tom shrugged the feeling off, he didn't want to be suffocated by a crowd of cats wondering about his footpaw---not that any cats would ask besides Shadepelt.
He turned sharp amber eyes at the she-cat, looking directly into her fearful orbs and whispering, You're afraid, aren't you? His eyes held not a drop of mockery, but sweet concern. As if the tom was looking at a sister or a brother lying on the ground instead of Shadepelt. Or maybe Shadepelt was the sister. Maybe Thade felt like Shadepelt was the sister he had left behind. He had no answer to that question. The tom looked toward Marbleface, waiting to see what the Medicine Cat would do next.
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Post by Shadepelt on Jun 16, 2006 22:29:37 GMT -5
((I'm gonna wait for Blue...))
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 16, 2006 22:38:03 GMT -5
((No problem. I was thinking that it was their turn.))
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Post by Bluedancer on Jun 18, 2006 14:20:16 GMT -5
((I'm really sorry it took so long for me to post this - I explained to Fernpaw about the situation though, sort of. Today and tomorrow are the last times I'll be able to post until the 26th. After that, I suggest you guys make another thread in the medicine cat's den, where you can roleplay your recovery together. I'm sorry I'm being such a dismal medicine cat when I'm actually needed - I feel pretty awful about it. But life is life, I suppose, and sometimes it gets in the way of roleplaying.))
Marbleface winced inwardly as Shadepelt began to realize the magnitude of her injury, feeling rather bad for the poor warrior. Still, it was not quite as bad as she made out. “Hush, Shadepelt, no whining now,” he told her, his eyes kindly surveying the she-cat. “It’s not as bad as it may seem. You’ll be up in about within a quarter-moon; I simply don’t want you fighting or hunting on that leg until a half-moon has passed. So yes, you won’t be hunting for yourself for quite some time. But neither will you be confined to my nest for too long.” He nodded at her, hoping she would see that fourteen days of rest wasn’t that bad, even if Thade only had to stay put for seven.
In slightly better spirits now, Marbleface grinned wryly at the remark which Shadepelt shot back at him. “To true, to true. I simply wish that the only injury you received was getting some sense knocked into your head, so that it didn’t come to this.” His purred in amusement before turning back to his supplies.
Shadepelt, however, did not stay calm for long. Already she was hyperventilating over the setting of her leg, throwing Thade into agitation as well. The tom really did seem to care for her, through with the obliviousness of the young Shadepelt was overlooking this fact. When Thade asked if there was anything to calm her down, Marbleface paused in the mixing of his salve, taking a moment to bite off another sprig of thyme. “Thade, what did I tell you about walking to much?“ He gave the warrior a long look. “Your recovery time is going to start getting a lot longer if you carry on at this rate.“ He flicked his tail kindly at Thade and then turned back to Shadepelt, who was now spitting and hissing to herself. Worriedly, he pushed that thyme under her nose. “Eat some more of this now - chew it, slowly. Out of all the herbs I use for treatments, this is certainly the least of your worries; it has a rather good taste, for rabbit food. That is.” While watching that both cats were following his orders, Marbleface quietly finished crushed a mixture of chervil and stinging nettle root, the latter producing no sting at all as it was the leaves which did that.
Satisfied that the juices of the two plants were fully mixed together, Marbleface carried the oak leaf he had been mixing them on over to Shadepelt and set it down beside her. “You really have nothing to worry about, dear.” He soothed her gently, dabbing his paw into the juice. “The way you have hurt yourself means that I cannot set the bone - It’s not broken, just a little cracked. All I can do is apply this salve which will take down the swelling and clean any tiny cuts you might have. The bones will heal faster if we can keep down the swelling.
Waiting a moment to make sure that she had taken that all in, Marbleface began to gently smooth the salve -which had the consistency of honey thanks to the chervil root- over her front legs, taking special care on her joints and the area where he had determined the fracture was. Once both her legs had received this treatment he wound them gently with cobweb, to keep her from licking the concoction off. “That should help then,” he told her, nodding. “The pain should lessen, but if it still throbs than I can give you one or two poppy seeds. And,” he added, “You’ll need to come and have that reapplied once a day for the next four days. After that there shouldn’t be any swelling to begin with.”
Deciding that Shadepelt was treated as best he knew how, Marbleface went back to Thade. The cobwebs on his legs were already showing a reddish-brown stain, and the medicine cat realized with disgust that he had underestimated the severity of the wound. “hmm..” he paused while unwinding yet another swathe of cobweb from a nearby branch. “It looks like you cut yourself worse than I thought.” He observed out loud to Thade, now gently unwinding the bandage from the tom’s leg with his free paw. “I’ll pack a few pieces of yarrow in that - there’s little else I can do to halt the blood. The only sure way to stop the bleeding is to keep that wound still.” He winked at Thade with this last statement.
The blood stained cobweb now discarded, and the fresh web hanging nearby, Marbleface took a few pieces of chewed yarrow root and gently placed them against the wound, trying not to press to hard as he did so. Once those were in place he wound the new cobweb back around it just as gently, tugging it tight only at the very end so that it would not unravel. “That should do it, Starclan willing. You’ll need some fresh yarrow tomorrow, and new cobweb for the next four days. After that you can walk around freely - but no hunting until a full seven days is up!” The warriors were probably getting sick of his repetition of this statement, but it was certainly an important factor. For all they knew, it could be what healed their leg - or what permanently crippled them.
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Post by Shadepelt on Jun 18, 2006 15:20:11 GMT -5
((I understand, life does get in the way sometimes! I'll miss your posts when you're gone! I'll be waiting for you! By the way, there couldn't be a better medicine cat!))
A massive sigh of relief escaped the she-cat's jaw, he won't have to set my leg. After realized all the trouble she had gone throught worrying, she now felt slightly emberrased. Looking down at her front legs, which now were swathed in cobwebs and salve, she didn't want to make eye contact. She had probably looked like a kit, fussing over nothing. She turned her mind to a friendlier note, and raised her head and looked into the eyes of Marbleface, her blue orbs twinkling with gratitude. "Thank you for everything Marbleface, I won't fight or hunt after a quarter-moon." At least I'll be able to walk about. She thought, trying to look on the brighter side of things. Shadepelt lapped up some of the thyme leaves, and was satisfyed at the taste. Already she was beginning to calm her nerves, and she rested her head on her paws. She wriggled around, trying to find an appropriate sleeping postition, so she wouldn't twist her legs. Finally she just stayed in her sprawled out postition, and gazed around the medicine cat's den. There were so many different things, and Marbleface knew what each of them did. A more growing respect for the old cat grew up inside her, and she didn't mind as much about spending seven days with him.
Ice blue eyes flicked from Marbleface to Thade, "Thanks Thade, thanks Marbleface." She didn't tell them what for, her eye-lids were drooping, and soon she had falled into dreamland, and it was one of the greatest dreams she had ever experienced.
She was free, her legs were as strong as ever, and she was racing across the prarie. There seemed to be another cat there, but she couldn't disinguish exactly who it was. Together, her and the strange cat hunted, and raced, far away from the cliff. Shadepelt was sure she was purring in her sleep, and that was probably a good sign to Marbleface. The she-cat didn't know how long she slept, but she was happy, and she hoped Thade was having good dreams as well.
((Sorry, there wern't much interesting words in there. Ferneh, should we start another thread for recovering, or should we stay in this one?))
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Post by Fernpaw on Jun 18, 2006 19:05:56 GMT -5
((*sniff* I know you told me already, but still . . . I'll miss the best Med. Cat in the world! Shadepelt, would you create a new thread for our recovery? I'm sorry I can't do it, but my little cousin needs me to do something for her. Play a game, I think. Will be back soon!))
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