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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on Jun 26, 2018 22:33:38 GMT -5
Once Daisypaw was finished, Whisperwing gestured for her apprentice to bring the marigold as the white medicine cat picked up the lead that cradled the calming mixture. Gingerly carrying it in her mouth, Whisperwing gently set it down before Paintpaw then turned to Robinwhisper. βIs she still feeling feverish to you?β She asked the injured cats mentor as Robinwhisper finished up grooming Paintpaw..
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 26, 2018 22:53:34 GMT -5
Daisypaw gingerly brought the marigold over, and placed it next to the first leaf. Quickly, she sniffed the mixture her mentor had made, and tried to remember what it smelled like, picking out the scent of feverfew. Then she looked expectantly at Robinwhisper, hoping the fever had started coming down.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2018 22:59:00 GMT -5
(Ooc: I see, is there anywhere where I may slip Rainbelly in ?)
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Post by small.hope on Jun 26, 2018 23:20:39 GMT -5
@runningtea - I have Icestorm open? He's going hunting by himself right now]]
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 27, 2018 9:46:38 GMT -5
(Good Morning!) Smokefur jumped out of his sleep when be heard those words. Strecthing, Smokefur walked out of the warriors den to see what his leader would say. (Sorry that I rpd so late I was out of town all day yesterday.) Standing aside the medicine den, Skystar didn't speak. He carefully observed his clanmates and their injuries, making note of who was injured the most and who looked the most exhausted. He once again felt guilty and ashamed that any of his clanmates had to be injured at all, especially for Paintpaw. Exasperated, he sighed and looked at this paws for a brief moment, before slowly padding towards the center of camp. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here for a Clan meeting!" he called.
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 27, 2018 9:50:02 GMT -5
Smokefur listened to his leaders words and nodded. Looking around as his clanmates gathered, Skystar begun to speak. "I know that we have all been shaken by this experience, and it is to no surprise. We have all suffered injuries from this, physical or not. Paintpaw has suffered the most, but Daisypaw has done very well to help Paintpaw survive this ordeal." He nodded to the young medicine cat apprentice, and then continued. "We killed two foxes near Hidden Gorge, which is where we had found Paintpaw. We did not locate their den during all of this, but I will want to send more patrols out that way with a large number of cats to find it, and see if there are more. If there are, we will deal with them. Until we know, I want any hunting and training done away from the gorge. I also do not want cats going out alone, it is too dangerous."
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 27, 2018 9:54:36 GMT -5
"We will be doubling the amounts of patrols towards the gorge; the more cats you can gather, the better. Be sure to always have a couple other cats accompanying you when you are out, and do not hesitate to offer your help... please. For the well-being of your clanmates, I trust you all to take initiative. This goes for medicine cats as well; always be sure to have some cats along with you. We slowly approach the harsher, colder weather once more, and we must be sure to be prepared for what those difficult times will bring. I have faith in all of you, and pray StarClan watch over our Clan for a safe season." He stood, dismissing the meeting, and padded off into his den. His wounds stung, and he desired to take a long rest, even if it meant sleeping until the next morning. By that paragraph, Smokefurs eyes bulged, More patrols...to the gorge? Smokefur thought panickly, by that thought Smokefur almost fell over, I can't do that? I'm just 12 moons old!
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 27, 2018 10:12:07 GMT -5
Dreamwave shook her head slightly. "No, we don't plan on heading to the gorge. I wanted to take us all over towards the Thunderpaths... I'm not sure I want to take a chance with running into foxes, especially while we're taking an apprentice." She looked to her patrol, which also contained Softlight. She looked back to Hawkjaw, her expression basically saying how her cats would honestly be unable to take a fox. "We'll just be checking borders. If you decide to take a patrol towards the gorge, I recommend no more than one small cat... in case...something comes up."
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 27, 2018 10:14:20 GMT -5
Almost surprised, Bluepool even slowed her pace before she figured out what Strawberryleaf had said. Another challenge of a race! she thought, exhausted at the thought. She knew Robinwhisper would do the same thing, but that's only because she knew her sister would win! Strawberryleaf was younger than herself, of course, but it was likely the younger warrior would win anyways; Bluepool only really felt at home in the water. She bounded after the cream she-cat, trying her best not to tumble over her own paws or the undergrowth as they neared the Thunderpaths.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 27, 2018 10:18:17 GMT -5
[Medicine Cats : The Ancient Moon Pool page is open for your meeting today; Link is on the front page Aging up happening now!]
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 27, 2018 10:19:39 GMT -5
[smokefur1 : Okay, thank you for letting me know! I will be driving all day tomorrow after I get out of school. I have a 5 hr drive to my grandparents house, taking my little sister up there too. I'll also be slightly less active while I'm there, it's for my mini vaca lol @runningtea : I try my best to keep the News section up to date, so feel free to check there on current happenings ^^]
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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Jun 27, 2018 10:20:58 GMT -5
(I'm open, but I woke up ten minutes ago.)
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 27, 2018 10:59:14 GMT -5
Dreamwave shook her head slightly. "No, we don't plan on heading to the gorge. I wanted to take us all over towards the Thunderpaths... I'm not sure I want to take a chance with running into foxes, especially while we're taking an apprentice." She looked to her patrol, which also contained Softlight. She looked back to Hawkjaw, her expression basically saying how her cats would honestly be unable to take a fox. "We'll just be checking borders. If you decide to take a patrol towards the gorge, I recommend no more than one small cat... in case...something comes up." Hawkjaw nodded slowly, pondering if Dreamwave could sense his confusion. "Good," he looked around at Dreamwave's patrol. "In the morning we will start gorge patrols on top of normal patrols. Dreamwave I want you to lead one. I'll tell you which cats to take when you get back." He didn't have to remind Dreamwave to report any miscreant happenings in the territory, and he rested his eyes on the she-cat calmly. He couldn't help a feeling of worry tightening his chest as more cats left the camp.
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Post by smokefur1 on Jun 27, 2018 12:41:53 GMT -5
(Hey! I have made a new fan fiction for Smokefur that I made about 2 years ago. I have posted the prologue. Come and check it out!)
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on Jun 27, 2018 22:06:25 GMT -5
Daisypaw gingerly brought the marigold over, and placed it next to the first leaf. Quickly, she sniffed the mixture her mentor had made, and tried to remember what it smelled like, picking out the scent of feverfew. Then she looked expectantly at Robinwhisper, hoping the fever had started coming down. (Since idk when robinwhisper is gonna reply Iβm just going to say the fever is there) Whisperwing gently felt the apprenticeβs head and frowned in worry. βThe fever has gotten worse. We need to hurry and get this in her system.β She said. Turning to daisypaw, she asked, βWill you prop up her head so we can get this down?β And picked up the leaf in her teeth, preparing to slowly let the mixture pour into Paintpawβs mouth.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 28, 2018 1:48:08 GMT -5
Dreamwave raised a furry brow, also confused by Hawkjaw's first response, but she quickly quite simply brushed it off. The she-cat was old enough to know that worrying and questioning the little things just made it more confusing. So, she responded to the deputy's decision on patrols. "Sounds good. We'll keep you up to date on findings; maybe we'll chance upon a place where the foxes most likely came from, but that's probably more up north. I've never heard of a fox trying to venture too close to that twoleg village. If they have, they sure are mouse-brained creatures." She shook her head thinking about the brutes. All about their killings, they never seemed to think about their actions.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 28, 2018 1:51:27 GMT -5
[β¨ nissabug β¨ : Omg your Goldenstrike and Daisypaw art is always so flippin cute xD @ everyone : Sorry for being pretty inactive on such an important day; I had school and work. Tomorrow/today (Thursday) I'll be busy basically the whole day; my bad. I'll also be slightly less active during the next week or so, I'm visiting family further up north. I still hope to be on at least once a day though! Feel free to PM guyssss <33]
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Post by hopestorm on Jun 28, 2018 2:04:25 GMT -5
Quietsong open)
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 28, 2018 8:37:27 GMT -5
Daisypaw fiercely nodded and lifted up Paintpawβs head with her paws. She could feel the she-catβs warmth radiating through her pelt, and Daisypaw shuddered. She wanted to see her friend finally get better. But she trusted her mentorβs knowledge, and knew this would help.
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Post by hopestorm on Jun 28, 2018 8:40:56 GMT -5
Quietsong.padded up to Daisy paw"what's wrong?" She asked. She wrap her tail around daisy paw and licked her.head
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 28, 2018 10:12:25 GMT -5
Paintpaw muttered and groaned hoarsely as the other cats moved around her. She had appreciated the poppy seeds and the poultices, and enjoyed the grooming that her mentor had provided, but her fever made her pelt burn, and she was once again uncomfortable. Still weak, she didn't find the energy to talk. Her eyes moved slightly as she looked around at the three medicine cats, but unable to move the rest of her body.
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Post by hopestorm on Jun 28, 2018 10:27:14 GMT -5
"She needs feverfew" she said as when to the herb storage. She came back withgreeb stem with white flower petals "eat this" she said (or do something else to get it to work)
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Post by πΈπππππππππππΆπππ on Jun 28, 2018 10:39:07 GMT -5
(The mixture included feverfew, poppy seeds and thyme) Once Paintpaw had drunken the mixture, Whisperwing instructed Daisypaw to help her while she applied the marigold to her wounds. The medicine cat told her to hold the fur back from above the cuts on Paintpaw so that she could have complete access to the wounds while applying the poultice. Once they had finished her left side, she said, βAlright, now we must flip her over so we can access the wounds on her right,β
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 28, 2018 12:03:36 GMT -5
Daisypaw crouched down and gently nosed Paintpaw onto her other side. Paintpaw still hadnβt said anything, except awful groans and mumbles, and it made Daisypaw nervous. βI hope she gets better soon,β she said. She missed how fun Paintpaw was, and it was weird seeing her crumpled up like this.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 28, 2018 13:39:39 GMT -5
Even with the water from the moss, Paintpaw was unable to reply or give thanks to the medicine cats. Paintpaw barely offered any help as she tried to move to her other side when Daisypaw had nosed her to do so. The pain made her shreek, and she once again lay motionless in her nest. Her breathing was heavy from just the one action, and it made her muscles quiver. It hurts, I'm sorry, she thought, closing her eyes again.
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 28, 2018 13:40:29 GMT -5
[hopestorm : Please refer to rule #4 for both literacy and post length; this is warning #1. I hope this will improve! Thanks.]
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 28, 2018 13:56:28 GMT -5
[@ everyone : Does anyone want to donate a she-cat to casanova Casper? :^) LOL That sounds bad but, I'm hoping he gets to shine with the next plot line! With she-kitties lmao]
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Post by β¨ nissabug β¨ on Jun 28, 2018 15:33:07 GMT -5
((I can!! Lol))
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Post by Mosshail on Jun 28, 2018 16:01:56 GMT -5
[LOL Daisypaw?! Dude I'd cri]
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Post by vocebulery on Jun 28, 2018 16:11:59 GMT -5
Dreamwave raised a furry brow, also confused by Hawkjaw's first response, but she quickly quite simply brushed it off. The she-cat was old enough to know that worrying and questioning the little things just made it more confusing. So, she responded to the deputy's decision on patrols. "Sounds good. We'll keep you up to date on findings; maybe we'll chance upon a place where the foxes most likely came from, but that's probably more up north. I've never heard of a fox trying to venture too close to that twoleg village. If they have, they sure are mouse-brained creatures." She shook her head thinking about the brutes. All about their killings, they never seemed to think about their actions. Hawkjaw nodded, scolding himself for being so mouse-brained. "Thank you..." he trailed off, "They aren't very intelligent creatures." He mewed as he nodded to the patrol before walking away toward the fresh-kill pile. He prayed to Starclan that Dreamwave's patrol wouldn't find any trouble, but he doubted it as the thunder path was normally dead in the regards or animal life, as Dreamwave had so pointed out. As he got close to the fresh-kill pile he spotted a plump sparrow and picked it up to bring beneath a large maple near the back of camp to eat his meal quietly.
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