Closed Event band-aid on a bullet wound — health assessments

[DIMMINGSUN]

Dimmingsun stretches for a second too long, wanting nothing more than to pump feeling back into all of his limbs. He and Meadowpaw have been painstakingly checking over every single member of WindClan, now that everyone is accounted for, and it had taken nearly all of the day to do so. As devastating as the flood had been, Dimmingsun is surprised by the low amount of injuries and the like... though the severity makes up for it.

His eye travels from one cat to the next: Fogstare, Honeyflower, Lotuskit, and Cloverbloom. These Clanmates are not fit for continuing with the rebuilding efforts—Dimmingsun knows that they need all paws on deck, and that Dustystar has been rounding up patrols so that WindClan can return to their home sooner rather than later, but health comes first. If they collapse under the weight of their tasks and pain, they will do more harm than good. He makes a point not to glance at the meager pile of medicine that sits between himself and Meadowpaw. It's pitiful, really. Especially considering how nice their stock had been prior to this.

"I'm afraid I can't provide you better shelter than this,"

he admits, woeful about the tunnel that he had pushed these poor souls into. At least they have something over their heads... but it is a far cry from the safety of the medicine den. At least this is pushed right into the side of the hill where WindClan gathers now; more difficult to spot for predators. Still, it's cramped and smells stale. This is no space for in jured cats.

"Once Dustystar allows us to return to camp, you will have someplace better to rest at. This will have to do, for now."

For about the hundredth time that day, Dimmingsun looks at Meadowpaw. He wants nothing more than to assure her about this, to bring her spirits up... but that will have to wait. The two of them have to act as an united front now—and always.

He nods, half to himself.

"Would you mind describing your pain levels? Symptoms, anything of the sort?"

He creeps closer to them, sniffing at places that are obvious; like Fogstare's muzzle, or the leg that Cloverbloom obviously favors.

"That will help us get to the bottom of your issue."

Set out in the territory after the reunion of WindClan. Only the following cats may respond:
@Meadowpaw @Fogstare @Honeyflower @lotuskit @cloverbloom @bunnykit

 

[lotuskit lotuskit]

Lotuskit, in the time to make sure every WindClan cat was accounted for, had fallen asleep. The aches of her wrist and mind had simply grown too much for her to bare while awake, and like any other child, she decides easily that she can sleep and simply avoid it that way. Eventually, however, she's roused and shuffled into a dark, dingy tunnel with a pawful of others. The dampness isn't something she likes, but the lack of light does not inspire the pain in her crown that she's grown accustomed to.

Dimmingsun requests information, and Lotuskit stays tucked into her mother's side, as if the calico could answer for her. Dimmingsun takes care in addressing the open wounds that span across most of them, and when he levels his gaze to Cloverblooms hurt leg, Lotuskit remembers that her leg hurts, too. Well, less remembers, and moreso understands that it's not supposed to hurt. It's a constant battle in her rattled mind to understand what is and isn't normal now.

"Bengt?" She asks the tom, who's name is no longer such, but she can't quite bring the new one to her tongue. "I - uh, my paw hurts. I don't know why," she holds up her wrist, her claws lightly flexed, as such is the only comfort she can grasp in the moment. "My head also hurts sometimes. Not right now, but - sometimes, yeah." Lotuskit, once full of curiosity and freedom, seems to find trouble with her own tongue. Hopefully one day she'll regain her warmth and excitement.

 

[cloverbloom cloverbloom]

Cloverbloom remains silent while Lotuskit speaks, detailing her symptoms with some visible confusion. The poor kit had seemed to have a pretty rough time of it all, even by the current standard of the flood for WindClan. No wonder she wasn't in great shape.

Leaning more on her left leg to take some weight off the injured right, she began her own description. "I.. I think I got it from swimming? There was a lot of pain in it for a little while, and then it got weak and it was harder to keep myself above the water... It was worse once we were in camp and the adrenaline wore off, I think."

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[HoneyflowerHoneyflower's icon]

Slow Down, Just Breathe

Honeyflower had been fussing over Lotuskit and Bunnykit both since they were all reunited; Bunnykit had a terrible cough since they escaped the flooding nursery, and Lotuskit had a nasty lump on her head on top of her limping. Gently she nudges Lotuskit forward, a faint frown on her face when her daughter addresses the medicine cat with his old name.

"...I think she must have fallen and hit her head somehow, she has a bump on her head." She murmurs, giving a worried look up at Dimmingsun. "And Bunnykit and I have had this terrible cough ever since that night. It hurts to breathe too deeply, and sometimes I cough up this gross..." There's a small pause as she struggles to describe what happens. Water? No. It was too think to be water alone. "Wet ick..."

Cloverbloom also speaks up and the molly lets out a concerned chirp of a noise at her injury. Stars, they'd all been through so much already with the fire and now this flood... Her tail wraps around her two children, a rough purr leaving her in an attempt to soothe the kits. Perhaps to soothe herself as well... "You were very brave, Clover, I'm sure Weaselchirp is proud of you."

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All We Have Is All We Need

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✿—Gale Guard Of WindClan
✿—She/Her
✿—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✿—Dilute Calico Shecat With Green Eyes And A Floppy Ear
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[Meadowpaw]

MEADOWPAW

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She isn't oblivious to the glances Dimmingsun keeps sending her way. She pretends not to notice. For what it's worth, Meadowpaw appreciates that he's worried about her—but she can't help but be irritated by it too. Neither of them can afford to focus on each other or even themselves. That isn't something medicine-cats are allowed, not like their clanmates. She could imagine most cats could become bitter in those conditions, but she doesn't. If anything, she's comforted by it. She wasn't used to the quiet in her head, but it's not bad. Compared to all the anxiety, the grief, it's soothing. She would have to open the floodgates to everything she'd been storing away for the past week eventually, but not today.

The shelter they've been granted is far from comfortable, but it will do, it has to.

Her gaze drifts to their meager herb stores, and a pang of guilt tightens in her chest. She played a part in that shortage and, unintentionally to the suffering of the cats gathered to see them today. Their pain is hers to witness. Every sniffle, wince, and muffled cry is as much theirs as hers. Meadowpaw flows from one damaged body to the next, focused and hollow-eyed, exhaustion carved into the creases beneath once warm eyes.

Lotuskit she leaves in Dimmingsun's skilled paws, though she uses his old name. A slip she used to make often while struggling to adjust to the one StarClan gave him.

"Mucus…" She hums as Honeyflower describes her and Bunnykit's symptoms. Some cats had inhaled water during the flood, and with the cold, that was a recipe for disaster. She can think of a few herbs that might ease the coughing, but whether they have enough left to spare is another matter. She's sure they have juniper and coltsfoot, both are herbs that Gladebloom once used to treat Owlbear's coughing when it started, and what Meadowpaw has used since.

Meadowpaw turns her attention first to Bunnykit with a reassuring smile. She glances back at the pitiful herb pile before pressing a paw gently to Bunnykit's chest. "Could you take a deep breath for me? In... and out." Meadowpaw coaxes, patiently waiting for them to do as she's asked. She listens closely and then gestures for Honeyflower to do the same. "I know it's uncomfortable, but please."

// Talking to and assessing @Honeyflower and @bunnykit

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I BELIEVE THAT THERES COURAGE

BUT ITS BURNIN' LIKE ASH IN THE WIND

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WINDCLAN

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE

10 MOONS

SHE/HER

Meadowpaw values kindness and remembrance. As a kit, she internalized her mother's lessons, but questioned whether her way is the only way. She has broken free from the heavy burden of her mother's expectations due to their estrangement after the fire. She remains kind and soft-spoken through all she's endured, but is not afraid to speak out for what she believes is right.

Meadow works tirelessly at any task she undertakes, desperate to prove herself capable and worthy despite her disability. Without her mother's guidance, she finds new ways to express herself.

In conversations, she is gentle, thoughtful, and withdrawn, often hiding her struggles, fearing others seeing her as incapable. She continues to have a strong bond not only with her sister, but with her adopted family as well. Meadow uses her new freedom to support and deepen the bonds with her clanmates. Additionally, she has started to explore the more spiritual side of herself…

Her worldview is a complicated mix of hope and frustration. She wants to believe that there's hope at the end of all the suffering, but feels trapped by her limitations. With enough time and support, she may find a way to overcome her limitations and accept herself.