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Her paws moved as if steam powered, rhythmic and mechanical, not an ounce of energy wasted on broken movement. It was the efficiency won on the altar of experience and failure, but often a day late and a dollar short for the endless cat-made ailments that came hobbling through her door. That pill had been swallowed long ago; just save as many as you can was her mantra now, and she often found herself chanting it to herself silently as she fell asleep.
Rhubarb, dock, bark. Compact square leaf-wraps trailed Twilightdance, a line of them ready to be stored in the crevice at the back of her den, where they’d be cool and dry. Perhaps I’ve picked too much, she’d considered when she’d first deposited her haul onto her floor — but better to be over-prepared than to find herself without enough — poppyseeds, marigold, and gods, cobwebs, there was never enough cobwebs — try to save as many as you can, after all. She was determined to do her part; she could try and reinstate some semblance of normality in the abnormal. She couldn’t replace a paw, but she could clean the stump and help a cat walk on three legs. Often it was only comfort she could offer for those that were beyond saving. That’s what I am now, she thought, almost manically: a hospice nurse, a comfort keeper. She managed a dignified disposition with the public, but on the inside she felt like she was in a million places at once, a creature of restless caution. A trembling leaf. Rhubarb, dock, bark.
The machine powered off when it ran out of bark strips. She sat silently for a moment, pondering how she’d fit her new wraps into her over-encumbered store, when she heard movement approaching her quarters. She glanced at her stores once more, before turning to await her visitor.
Post by amongthefallen on Jun 2, 2022 10:25:56 GMT -5
A russet she-cat limped into the den. Her front paw was held close to her chest. Her toes were crusted in dried blood, though hard to see against her reddish brown fur. Fresh crimson was still oozing from one of her claws and onto the already dried blood on her foot.
"I hate to bother you, Twilightdance," she commented though she wasn't actually sorry. Twilightdance had a role to play just as the rest of the clanmates did. "I had a claw torn while I was out tonight. Would you be able to take a look at it?"
Falconfright wasn't exactly pleasant, but she wasn't rude either. Her green eyes flicked around the den making sure to take note of everything. Medicine cat drama could always be particularly interesting. Was there a shorage? No, there didn't seem to be. In fact, it seemed the medicine den had plenty of wraps. So many in fact that Twilightdance was having trouble fitting them into the crevice. No drama to stir in here tonight. Nothing interesting to note. What a bummer.
She sat back on her haunches, still holding her injured paw off the ground. Her fluffy tail snaked neatly around her three remaining feet as she eyed the other she-cat expectantly.
A torn claw was a relief these days, if truth be told. She could deal with a torn claw.
“Hello, Falconfright,” she greeted politely, before giving the warrior a moment to appraise her den. When the russet she-cat was done satiating her curiosity, she swept her over to wait at the bank of the room where the moon peaked through the ceiling, the stone underpaw smooth and warm. When the warrior was seated she turned towards her stores.
“Workplace hazards that I’m all too familiar with,” she quipped sympathetically, glancing back to make conversation. She had been a warrior before she became a medicine cat, after all.
She returned with comfrey root and a green laurel leaf. In a few moments she’d chewed the comfrey roof into a poultice, smeared the substance onto a leaf, which she then covered over the wound. “The stinging should subside in a few minutes,” she meowed gently. She reached back to reveal some poppy seeds as well. “Take these too, to reduce the throbbing in your paw. You’ll need to remain here until the poultice is dry."
Post by amongthefallen on Jun 22, 2022 19:45:38 GMT -5
She nodded but couldn't prevent a wince from shaking her body as the poultice worked its magic on her paw. Falconfright gratefully scarfed down the poppy seeds. The throbbing was made worse by the wrapping, but it wasn't unbearable. The poppy seeds would make for a nice nap since daybreak would be happening soon.
"Thank you," she said, her tone much lighter than it had been before. The warrior often forgot that the medicine cat had once been in her place. It wasn't as often that a warrior became a medicine cat. Most sought the path as an apprentice or because they became too injured to ever become a warrior. Twilightdance was surprisingly good at it, too.
