PAFP Camp RiverClan There might be bumps, there might be bruises || Injury Check

[Jinglemoon]

JINGLEMOON, 22 Moons, Riverclan Medicine Cat // He/They // #3b90ff
A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes.
Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLEPAW, ECLIPSE and COMET
Always walks with a jingle in his step! Good listener and ever curious about the world.

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While Jinglemoon had applied some replacement cobwebs to Russetfall's injured shoulder before they had arrived to their new home he had grown worried that it was in need of another dressing soon and had been wanting to give it another good look over ever since they had all made the journey. He'd become concerned as well with the fact that because of the long trek over the wound had maybe become irritated or even potentially re-opened from the overuse of that leg and the chocolate mackerel tabby wasn't exactly the kind of cat who loved laying down all day. With the Clan now being in a freshly new territory he would also need to go looking for spots that were best to get cobwebs from-- There was lots to do and so little time to do it all!

He needed to start somewhere though and decided that Russetfalls' injury could not wait any longer. With his discussion with Pikestar now concluded he'd let the Leader hopefully go and get some well needed rest as he padded on over to the mess of roots that had been appointed as the temporary den for the injured and for kits- It had been fixed up a little as well since he'd last visited it, but hopefully a proper den for the injured to rest in would be sorted soon as well. It was strange to think that wherever that ended up being would likely become the place he would spend most of his time now as RiverClan's medicine cat-- He'd just have to do his best to make sure it was a cozy and welcoming den once it was done! The kind of den a cat would want to be in!

Jinglemoon would stick his head inside the temporary den for the injured and twitched his whiskers and nose as he tried scenting for the cat he was looking for, hopefully she was here or at least hadn't gone too far out... "Russetfall? Russetfall! I need another look at that shoulder" He did his best to mask any concern he had out of his voice as he called for her, while he worried he didn't want to also extend that worry to the one actually injured. He hoped as well that she wasn't upset about her name change, she had been the first cat newly named once Pikestar had returned and his choice of suffix for her was... Uhhh. Curious! Yes! He wondered what she really thought about it. Maybe he shouldn't have called her by the new name before knowing that.

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OOC- @Russetfall This takes place after Pikestar's first lot of naming and Jinglemoon telling Pikestar of his StarClan dream

 

[Russetfall]

FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE

EMPTINESS MACHINE

What Russetfall is most angry about is not that Pikestar had the gall to even suggest the name out loud, but that it actually rolled off the tongue quite well, if she was honest. It was a conflicted feeling she wasn't used to. Everything up to this point had been a stark black and white. A clear line drawn between what was an attack and what was ultimately harmless. This... This felt like both somehow and while she was angry and bitter over it it left her uncertain of how to proceed. She did not like the name at all, no. She did not. It was the principle of the matter. But if that was the name Pike wanted for her she'd wear it out of spite if nothing else.

There's the telltale tinkling of bells signalling Jingle's approach to the den and the molly can already guess why he's making his way inside. Her shoulder had not really shown any sort of improvement since he last looked at it and in fact it felt worse to her now. The journey here had certainly not helped with the pain and uncomfortable warmth in the injury.

"I'm here, Jingle," Came the answer from her nest, with barely hidden irritation. "It doesn't feel like its gotten any better since last time you looked." She admitted before shifting to give the other easier access to the wound in question with a faint grimace.

ITS BEEN DECIDED HOW WE LOSE

───────i only wanted to be part of something──────

• 
  Russetfall
  — Pearl Diver of Riverclan
  — She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
  #8a2c55

 

[Jinglemoon]

JINGLEMOON, 22 Moons, Riverclan Medicine Cat // He/They // #3b90ff
A long furred blue tabby tom with low white, long pointed ears with curved tips and dazzling blue eyes.
Sibling to ASTRO, Uncle to TWINKLEPAW, ECLIPSE and COMET
Always walks with a jingle in his step! Good listener and ever curious about the world.

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Russetfall was thankfully in her nest already when he stuck his head in to check for her, he was glad to see her resting but also inwardly concerned that the injury had gotten to the point of where Russet was maybe too uncomfortable to do anything else but rest. Jinglemoon would perk up a little though as he padded on over to the chocolate mackerel tabby, glad that she didn't try to hide nor brush off the injury nor the fact that it didn't feel like it had improved since his last check up. "Hmmm" She also hardly hid her irritation though too and he couldn't really blame her, Pikestar had meant well he was sure of that but the new name could still be taken the wrong way. He knew for some it was going to take time for them to get used to the new names in general and could only imagine that that was doubly so for a name a cat might not be happy with having. "You know- If you'd like, I could try and talk to him about changing it for you- The new name that is" He'd offer as he sat down in front of where Russet lay in her nest, his bushy tail wrapping around his sides. "I was given a new name as well, Jinglemoon. Given by that StarClan bunch, they've got a funny way of naming a cat don't they? What do you think about 'em?" He asked in an attempt to help lighten her mood, but also because he was curious what her thoughts on these ancestor cats were! Did the others believe Pikestar yet? Would they never believe him either?

An already irritated patient didn't bode too well and he worried about stressing Russet out further but her shoulder needed more then what he'd already done to try and help it heal. "I fear that with our journey to our new home it may have gotten more irritated from all the moving" He'd mew as he leaned over to give her shoulder a light sniff before then quickly adding with a smile "- B-but don't worry! I'll do everything I can to heal it back as good as new!" He felt stupid for having worded the worry the way he had-- 'I fear'. He wanted to be a good Medicine cat, a great healer! He couldn't go making the ones he was trying to heal think he wasn't sure in his own work, let alone scared! But then again... He wasn't always sure, and he did get scared. He still had lots to learn, which was a daunting thing to remember when his knowledge or lack thereof meant the difference between whether a cat healed properly or not. He really hoped StarClan knew what they were doing when they had chosen him for this task.

The grimace of pain Russetfall gave when moving to give him easier access to the wound made his ears droop, it had gotten worse. The sniff of it had smelt somewhat sour as well, "How warm is the injured area for you?" He'd ask as he began to run through in his mind what he could potentially treat it with if it really had become infected-- They were still in a territory unfamiliar to them, he would need to go out and have a look for herbs to see what ones grew here in their new home and which of those available to them would be able to help here. Maybe there would be some of those bright orange flowers he couldn't recall the name of right now-- If he paired some of those with a new dressing of cobwebs maybe... He ought to start by cleaning it first though and right now they had none of the orange flowers, maybe a warrior could be sent to find some? "I'm going to grab some moss and water and then use that to clean it again, okay?" While he was at it he was going to ask for two things as well-- For some cat to find him some of those orange flowers and for someone else to get Russetfall something nice to eat as he was sure cleaning the injury was going to sting at least a little.

 

[Russetfall]

FALLING FOR THE PROMISE OF THE

EMPTINESS MACHINE

"I could try and talk to him about changing it for you."

The molly snorted and shook her head at the offer. If that was the name Pikestar wanted for her then so be it. "It's fine, Jingle." The name actually rolled off the tongue quite well if she was honest. A reason to keep the name perhaps even if the context behind the name was...less than savory. If Pike had wanted to be any more on the nose she supposed he could have named her Russetscar, THEN she'd claw his ears off. It's when Jingle...JingleMOON brings up his own new name that causes Russetfall to finally pause. Pike had said Starclan told him of their new home and that's what had brought them all here, and now Jingle was saying Starclan had named him. It all felt... almost too convenient. Then again the former kittypet did not strike her as the type of cat to lie.

"It would have been nice if maybe they had appeared sooner, I think." She finally mused, thoughtful. "Or appeared for EVERYONE and not just you and Pike." The comment wasn't entirely toothless though there was no genuine malice behind it either. Why was Starclan sneaking around like it was? Why not reveal themselves to them all at once instead of pick and choose who to approach? Surely it would be easier to convince them all of their apparent good intentions.

Jinglemoon appeared to pause after giving her shoulder a sniff, a frown on his face, perhaps he had thought better of his choice of wording? If she were a more anxious cat she could see how the 'i fear' could have worried her but instead the chocolate molly shook her head.

"Don't sugarcoat it Jinglemoon, I know it's infected at the very least. It's been warm since the day before we left for this place." She had seen enough cats with the same smell of infection coming from her shoulder hide away in some corner and either wait to die or come out days later alive by some miracle. Granted the smell had been much stronger on them. Her expression softened somewhat at the realization that this was all probably new to him. Being snappy wasn't going to help. "You're doing your best with what we have, if it's infected, it's infected. It'll just take a little longer to heal."

Cleaning it again was probably not a bad idea, and Russet nodded at the suggestion. She wasn't a healer, far from it, but she could at least see the logic of it even if it was bound to be unpleasant on the receiving end of it.

ITS BEEN DECIDED HOW WE LOSE

───────i only wanted to be part of something──────

• mobile posting so things might look a little weird I'll fix it in the morning </3
• 
  Russetfall
  — Life Guard of Riverclan
  — She/Her
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A Green-eyed Chocolate Mackerel Tabby With Low White
  #8a2c55

 

[willowburn]

(⏾)
willowburn finds themself around the newly constructed medicine den at what appears to be the perfect time. a small trout clutched in their jaws, they peer in, catching voices within. russetfall calls this den her temporary home, the smoke knows. they recall the horrid wound their friend suffers from, the difficulty they themself had trying to patch it with very few medicinal skills. thank the waves for jingle. "russet? you there? i brought you dinner,"

as if she's summoned the tom, jingle appears at the den entrance, calling back to russetfall. willowburn greets the tom with a nod, setting down her prey for a moment. "i brought this for russet, thought she'd be hungry," she explains, spotting the chocolate woman through the reeds. "er, russetfall that is." tufted ears flatten slightly at the name mix up.

"can i get you anything, jingle?" the green gaze shifts to the tomcat, soft, hoping to be helpful. "glad to have yer herb knowledge. better you takin' care of it than me, though i did my best when the wound was fresh." with minimal herb knowledge and onl a few cobwebs, it's no wonder jingle will do a better job than had been done in the aftermath of the shed collapse. she catches something about infection, and her brow furrows further. an infected wound is not something to be trifled with. there's a reason her own nose is scarred, and she's sure smoke's got a pawful of scars from them as well.

WITH THE ECHOING HYMN ⏾ OF MY FELLOW PASSERINE

• // " #87874b"
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• WILLOWBURN
  ⏾ SHE / THEY. RIVERCLAN WARRIOR. 30 MOONS. PENNED BY LAVS.
  
  
  a lithe black smoke feline with ghost striping and leaf green eyes. long smoky fur dashed through with grey and white adorns her frame, sliced across by darker stripes that frame her face and legs. eyes like sage, brilliantly green, gaze with an intelligent look. she is scarred across the bridge of her angular nose.

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[Iciclepaw]

SPOOKY

Just close your eyes, the sun is going down... You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now

Spooky watched the exchange between Russetfall and Jinglemoon with wide eyes, keeping to the side, careful not to intrude. He didn't want to make things worse. But… he was worried. Something about this cat... Russetfall... Made him feel a certain kindred spark... And the other one, Jinglemoon…

Jinglemoon.

The name stirred something in his memory. Bells jingling softly during storytelling, Wave's storytelling. No… Wavesong. Yes. He remembered now. He had been there, he had been the jingles of the bells! So he sat there, at a careful distance. Close enough to hear. Not close enough to be touched. Far enough to bolt, if needed. Even if maybe… it wasn't needed at all.

" I… Is she... " His voice faltered, tightening in his throat, and he quickly clamped his mouth shut when Willowburn spoke, mentioning having brought dinner. Spooky's eyes widened as he glanced at her. He wanted to say something. To do something. To be useful to these cats who hadn't chased him away, even if right now, he felt utterly useless. He wasn't strong. He couldn't hunt yet. He needed lessons just to swim. And fighting? He… He wasn't sure he could ever do that.

A flustered heat crept up his ears, but he swallowed it down, forcing himself to look at Jinglemoon again.

He couldn't just stay quiet forever.

" D-do you need any help…? " His voice wavered, but he pressed on. " A-anything I can do to help..? "

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