PAFP Camp your heart, like a guillotine — flashcards on medicine

[DIMMINGSUN]

It's funny, really, though Dimmingsun doesn't dare voice his amusement. It shows on his face, as it often does, but that's the extent of it.

The fact of the matter is, it's a bit eerie to be on the other side this time. Talon had come to WindClan, bloodied and aching, just like he had. What was it now? A moon, or two? How fast time flies. The tom in question—Talon—is much younger than Dimmingsun, but has miraculously survived the most critical phase of such an injury. A true fighter, this one. That time comes to him only in hazy bits, but Dimmingsun still recalls the concern and fear on Meadowpaw's face when she had looked at him. How brave she had been now; she all but took control of the situation when Talon first arrived. Dimmingsun had lingered and helped, but he had watched her evident improvement with great interest.

Now, for the time being, it's his turn to check on Talon. He is recovering well, but he will feel the side-effects of an eye's loss for much longer. Dimmingsun's clawed-out eye twitches in response.

"How are you feeling?"

Dimmingsun inquires, nearing the nest where Talon rests in.

"You know, if you need suggestions on how to get used to one eye, just ask me I would wink if I could."

He blinks to make a point.

"I arrived to WindClan just like you did."

Talon most likely doesn't know the story, or has only heard it in bits and pieces. It's strange to no longer be the newest attraction around camp.

The curtain of grass and heather shivers. Dimmingsun looks over his shoulder to glance at Ravenmask; seemingly uninjured, but an elder can carry invisible pains.

"Can I help you?"

@Talon
Please wait for @Ravenmask !

 

[Ravenmask]

Faith was a curious thing to Ravenmask. Sure, he believed when Dustystar said she was granted nine lives by their ancestors, and that Meadowpaw had some special connection. And they were all former barn cats and strangers who bundled together into this new group.

But Dimmingsun still perplexed him.

If these ancestor cats were real, why give a stranger this authority, especially over Meadowpaw? Meadowpaw, who'd been training and learning. If some stranger couyld just be granted the position by the stars, why did she have to work harder for it?

Still. His old injury was acting up now that the mornings were getting cold, and Meadowpaw was checking in on the kits and queens, so to Dimmingsun it was. He gave a brief dip of the head to Talon as he entered, then matched his gaze with Dimmingsun.

"Mm, yeah," he answered. "My old injury's been achy in the mornings. Was wonderin' if you could give me something to help soothe it."

Couldn't hurt to test this new guy's procedures - see if he really knew enough to take control from Meadowpaw.

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[Talon Talon]

There were fewer words said to Dimmingsun then there were to Meadowpaw. Even if they shared the same ailments, his jaw sat glued shut, blue eye distant. He had talked to a few others at this point, but it was hard nonetheless. And Even if Dimmingsun was only trying to help, Talon was intimidated by the much bigger size then most others. He was a giant, with scars deep like his own- and paws as huge as his face.

His tongue rolled in his mouth as Dimmingsun spoke, and talon would hold respect as best as he was able. He felt the repetitiveness was in unnecessary, the annoyance of asking how he was. And he still felt the burn of shame in the hairs on the back of his neck and ears from his nose being torn while catching the rabbit. His gaze flickered suddenly to him, not for the humor, but for the fact they arrived in the same shape. "Why? Couldn't y' defend y' self?" He asked, his voice almost too blunt, too cold, yet his eyebrow raised- suddenly feeling the need to question the one before him.

And then there was movement, just barely out of sight. He recognized this one- Ravenmask. Blue eye tried to watch them both carefully, yet harder with only half his sight. A low murmur, a breath. "Tansy helps me an' Owlbear." He said, gaze flickering to Dimmingsun, then back at Ravenmask as he rolled his tongue in his mouth again. He wasn't sure what else did, he just knew that one.
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[DIMMINGSUN]

Old injury.

Dimmingsun's eye lowers until it catches on Ravenmask's twisted paw. He doesn't know the reason behind that injury, but the end result should be the same regardless. At least the elder feels comfortable enough with Dimmingsun now- or at least enough to seek out his aid, too, and not just Meadowpaw's.

"Tansy is good,"

he says, momentarily ignoring Talon's question.

"It doesn't seem to grow on our moors, though. I'd rather use something that we can get easier instead. Something that doesn't cover that wide variety of illnesses and wounds."

With Talon now more focused on the elder's matters instead of his own, Dimmingsun has no qualms against rising from behind the young cat's nest. The medicine cat noses through the herb stock, an action cut short as realization dawns on him. There is a near-constant abundance of heather on WindClan's territory, and it just so happens to be good for Ravenmask's issue. Dimmingsun remembers using it on his own injuries when they felt particularly sensitive.

Swift on his paws, Dimmingsun carries the heather back, grabbing a few non-important leaves as well.

"If you settle down, I can treat your paw. As for your question,"

Dimmingsun glances at Talon,

"ouch."

Humor sparkles in his eye as he begins mixing the heather into a mixture, even if memories of that unfortunate fight still stung his pride.

"Let's just say I returned the favor. The both of us left that scene with one less eye to speak of."