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Post by Honeystorm on May 29, 2021 22:27:35 GMT -5
Pinesimmer had upgraded from full body cast, to something a little more.... maneagable? Honestly, it wasn't much better. The biggest difference was he could walk, in a sense. He had twigs strapped to each leg and bound tightly enough that even if someone wanted to, they cold probably neither get it off, nor re-break his limbs. His cheek was better too... well, mostly. Ahava had sewn the wound closed, but there was a nasty scar for it, jagged, with each side of the skin that had been stitched together just off color enough that it was noticeable. In the future, it would even out, but for now, the tom was just doomed.
He tested his ability to walk hesitantly. One straight legged, awkward step at a time around the medicine den. It was almost cute, like a dramatic march. If not for him loudly complaining, and Ahava, in her usual too calm voice telling him that she would be happy to take off the casts and leave him to wither in the medicine den if he kept yapping his mouth.
Achoo! A sneeze, barely audible over the tick-tack of Pinesimmers’ stilted marching, preceded her. A moment later Twilightdance emerged through the mouth of Ahava’s cave and proceeded to emit another demure sneeze. Adjusting to Nightclan was hard, but it was made immensely easier by a group of girlfriends she shared tongues with at the falls. They taught her the ins and outs of the culture, educated her on the religion, and even caught her up with the latest gossip. Unfortunately, too much time immersed in the chilly waters had afflicted her with chills. Ahava had been giving her feverfew the last few days to treat the illness. She was back for her latest dose.
When she was sure her sneeze attack had passed, she looked up with apologetic eyes, “Excuse me...” the end of her mew cut off as she processed the strange sight in front of her. Pinesimmer’s damaged state caused her heart to skip when she looked at him, but she had enough bearing to keep her face cordial. The tom and medicine cat seemed busy with… whatever they were doing, so she politely squeezed past the two to lap up two petals of feverfew where Ahava left it for her. Unfortunately, Twilightdance’s retreat didn’t go nearly as smoothly. As she tried to traverse back to the cave entrance, she bumped face-to-face with the circling Pinesimmer as he came around. “Oh-- I’m sorry!” She apologized. The tip of her nose stung where it had scratched a stitched cheek, but she was far more concerned for the wounded tom.
