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Post by tor on Jan 3, 2023 10:52:23 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/HdkBJdc/silver~png Like most mornings, Silverheart awoke to tension in his leg, drawing him back into the warm comfort of his nest until he heard the elders around him shift and shuffle. Reluctantly, he lifted himself from his resting place and did he best to ignore how his leg half-dragged against the floor of the den as he hurried out of it, not wanting to be asked why he was still asleep. He didn't have a good answer for them - any complaint of pain would just lead to the same tired argument that he was too young to have such aches. It was foolish, he thought, to try and reason with the elders sometimes. Instead, he hurried out of the den and then slowed to a more manageable pace, something he could actually walk at, as he made his way to the medicine cat den. The colder the morning, the more often he found himself in the dim light of Rainstorm's den. And as the season grew colder, Silverheart was beginning to worry he would see more mornings in this den than he wanted to. A worry for another time. First: something for the pain. "Rainstorm?" He called, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the scarce light around him. The medicine cat's scent was stale. Her apprentice's, however, wasn't. "Ah, Frostpaw." He dipped his head in greeting to the apprentice. "Good morning. I was hoping to take something for pain, if you have a moment." |
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Post by rinaroo on Apr 18, 2023 15:29:03 GMT -6
#s://t1~ea~ltmcdn~com/en/posts/6/0/7/oriental_3706_3_600~jpg Frostpaw | | Got a head full a spiders, and a heart that isn't here... |
Frostpaw had been busy re-organizing the herb stocks when her ear twitched at the sound of approaching pawsteps and someone calling for her mentor who had went out to gather more herbs. Bi-colored eyes flickered over towards Silverheart and she dipped her head in greetings towards them while a slight awkward smile of greetings played on her lips as she turn to face the warrior, who proceeded to explain their reasoning for being here. "Alright, sit there...let me see what I have for you" she said calmly before she began to search through the herb stocks before pausing and looking at the warrior awkwardly. "What...kind of pain might I ask? Stomach-ache? Soreness? Uhmm.." she trailed off as a list of what kind of pain went through her mind and what herbs would be associated with them, bi-colored eyes darkening slightly before turning to face the warrior again, awaiting for his response to her question. |
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Post by tor on Apr 22, 2023 6:51:03 GMT -6
#s://i~ibb~co/HdkBJdc/silver~png Silverheart sat as instructed, tucking his sore leg as close to him as he could manage and trying to ignore how it still rested at an odd angle next to his body. Pigeon footed, he thought he looked. But just on the one side. His tail flicked in annoyance at his own condition but before he could dwell on it too long, Frostpaw's voice brought him back to focus. What kind of pain? He thought, then smiled to himself. Frostpaw hadn't been the apprentice when he returned from MistClan's territory. He didn't even recall working with her before - just moments where she happened to be in the den when Rainstorm was present. "Soreness. Muscle soreness," he said with a nod. "In my leg. I was injured-" He paused, only to adjust to the realization that Frostpaw hadn't even been born when Wolfstar led his attack against MistClan. "A long time ago. The leg is permanently injured, and the pain is worse on cold mornings like this." He thought to tell Frostpaw what Rainstorm usually provided for him - nothing too strong, like poppy, that would render him groggy until the sun traveled further across the sky - but held his tongue, knowing this would be a good learning opportunity for the apprentice. |
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