Closed Thread [Closed] What Brings You Here

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Goosesong limped into the medicine den, his usual stoic expression marked with discomfort as he used his aqua gaze to seek out Nettleplume or Willowfrost, as he needed assistance with his paw, he was sure he had simply overexerted himself during his duties and it wasn't anything big but he wanted a medicine cat's opinion before going to his duties again.

Peeking his nose into the the herb scented den, he could only find the scent of Nettleplume, not like he had room to complain however, a medicine cat was a medicine cat. The well-built tom peeked his head into the medicine den before limping inside, the tip of his tail flicking with discomfort. "Nettleplume, good to see you at this time" He meowed, flicking an ear, but not taking a seat, he wouldn't dream of it unless either medicine cat told him to do so. 

"I'm aware the way of the medicine cat is a busy path of life, but I could really use some help with this paw." Goosesong added, sticking out the already raised paw. "It's giving me more trouble than I would like to admit" The silver tabby tom meowed, his ear flicking for any response that Nettleplume would make. Despite the stoic expression he normally showed, his expression betrayed discomfort and a bit of pain, but he didn't make any noise, instead, handling the pain with the silence of a sleeping mouse. He just wanted to get back to his duties.

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Eyes flickered to the nooks in which he planned on pulling some of the older stock before freshening some of it with what he had brought. They'd need to be dried first, but keeping them cool and dry for when time permitted. A bright, sunny day would be optimal, but before he got much of a chance to start putting away his green-leaf bounty, he heard a shuffling by the den entrance.

With a wave of his tail, Nettleplume eyed the approaching warrior. A behemoth, was he, save a tad smaller than Boldstar himself. He hoped he minded his head as he ducked further into the den. While the cream ticked and white tom didn't say anything at Goosesong's approach, he was already assessing his condition. So far there seemed to be no blood scent, or scent of infection lingering - that much was apparent, but there was something or else the cat wouldn't have bothered, well, bothering him.

"Hmm." He hummed. "Take a seat. Tell me how it happened." Once Goosesong took his place further in the den, the real assessment could begin. "I'll take a look."

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Goosesong did what the medicine cat had said, despite his youthfulness, he had the wisdom and knowledge of any medicine cat. So he had no reason not to obey him. Sitting in the closest moss nest, he placed his sprained paw towards Nettleplume. Taking an even breath, he began to explain the injury.

"I was walking along the riverbank, ensuring the borders were secure" The large silver tom began, leaning down to give his sprained paw a few quick licks, scrunching his nose as his paw was moved quickly, from what would presumably be the pain that came with the sprain. Regardless of the pain, he continued with his normal stoic tone of voice. "I was leaping from one stone to another and one leap landed rather awkwardly on a looser stone. I suppose my muscles isn't helpful in that regard" 

Goosesong's tongue then rasped over his chest to hide his embarrassment of the whole situation, though it wasn't really much to be embarrassed about, sprains happy to almost every cat, even his sister once got a sprain in her paw for a similar reason. "I lost my balance and fell into the shallows, but it was rather easy to pull myself up, I continued the patrol on a different route after that. I came in to you right after finishing it actually."

The tom-cat's explanation was sound, honest and reasonable for the situation, walking for a while on his solo patrol must have given him a sun dried pelt after her fell into the river. It was a good thing that he didn't gain any other injuries from the expedition.

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Sorting herbs was secondary in his mind as he turned to listen to what the large tom spoke of. Seemed to have gotten the injury while patrolling, hopping from stone to stone. Unsteady in his footing, perhaps for being so large, he slipped and injured himself thusly. With a clinical glance at the paw in question, he stepped a bit closer. In order to diasgnose the injury he needed a closer look, which could include a manual investigation.

"Let me have a closer look at it." He instructed, his voice level as he nosed the paw carefully. Testing the freedom of motion, but it was clear after just a nudge that there was some inflammation around the joint. There wasn't a blood scent or smell of infection, but he wanted to be careful. Goosesong would have to be too. He withdrew to his herb stores.

"There seems to be some swelling around the joint. I'll grab some daisy leaves for you and make it into a poultice." Daisy was good for cooling wounds and reducing swelling and there was plenty. After he fished out a few leaves with his paw, he began the tedius work of chewing the herbs into a workable poultice to evenly spread, where he gingerly licked it onto the joint.

"Other than the swelling, the sprain doesn't seem too bad. Still, I want you to take to your nest for the rest of the day to keep off your paw. I'll have to notify Coldgaze to not assign you to any patrols tomorrow. Tomorrow night I'll check up on you to reassess." Nettleplume blinked up at the large warrior, who likely seemed embarassed about the whole ordeal. He hid the judgement from his eyes as he continued, dead pan as usual. "Is your pain manageable? Or would you be better off with something to take the edge off your claws?"

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Goosesong watched with caution as Nettleplume examined his paw. He wouldn't dream of letting any other cat aside from the medicine cats examine his paw in such a way, though his face remained unmoving for the most part, aside from a nose wrinkle here and there due to the discomfort of his aching paw. But no matter how much it throbbed and ached, he didn't dare move until Nettleplume gave the word. He didn't want to make this harder than it had to be.

As much as he was disappointed, he knew that it was for the better that he wasn't active for the rest of the day. Although he did wonder what Coldgaze would make of the matter. And especially since Goosesong is a rather active warrior regardless of wounds. Then again he doesn't injure his paws too often. But who was he to disobey the medicine cat, despite how young he may be, if Willowfrost taught him, than he must have the experience he needed to serve the clan well.

"I'll be able to manage it Nettleplume" Goosesong added, giving a small flick of his ears, though he fell as silent as usual in the matter of heartbeats, staying that way for what felt like could be forever at this stage. Though that wasn't an uncommon thing for Goosesong. "Forgive my questioning, but how does it feel being a fully fledged medicine cat?" He asked, using his ragged tongue to clean the fur of his chest before his aquamarine eyes turned back to Nettleplume "Surely there would be newer responsibilities yes?"

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The length of Nettleplume's brow lifted slightly, unsurprised that Goosesong, or rather, any warrior, seemed content with not using the herbs he had at their disposal to make their lives a bit more tolerable. "You sure?" He asked again, although afterwards, would not press. A stoic warrior like Goosesong wans't one to complain much less offer up the information without prompt. he doubted he would have gotten to tom to speak much at all if not for the direct questioning.

He nosed through the natural root nooks that acted as shelves for the herbs stored there just in case. Plenty of poppy still... It was a non-issue, as long as he obeyed his direction for rest. He glanced back at Goosesong as he spoke. There was some interest in his blue gaze as he had the sincerity to ask. "Much of the same." He began, but that wasn't the end of it. An ear flicked. Then the length of his tail (much longer than that of his brother's) waved. "There is more freedom though, to pursue what I need and want to get done. Everything seems more.. legitamate, so to speak. I feel more confident now that I have my new name, as Starclan seems to have confidence in me, and, likewise, the clan's confidence in my abilities."

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Goosesong's ears gave a gentle twitch, alert to any sort of noise in his surroundings. Though there wasn't much of a need to do so, it wasn't like an enemy warrior was going to launch through the medicine den with their claws unsheathed ready to make Goosesong's wounds worse. But he could never been too careful he supposed, wrapping his tail over his unraised paws. "I've been dealing pain longer than you might have been Nettleplume. I've learned it's best for everyone if you use the pain relief herbs on those who need them more" Goosesong responded, his voice filled with the indignation of certainty, he felt he was justified on the matter, as there were many other cats that could use pain killers in their time of need, and Goosesong was able to handle a sprain.

Nettleplume's experience as a medicine cat wasn't exactly special it seemed, but it Goosesong didn't expect it would have been perhaps the large silver warrior simply wished to have idle noise around him to concentrate on rather than having the dead silence of RiverClan's camp in his ears. Though, there always seemed to be some sort of chatter in the main clearing, the secluded area of the medicine den however? Not so much. 

"That's good I suppose" He replied, giving his chest fur a good cleaning before continuing his response, "Willowfrost is a wonderful medicine cat, I hope her apprentice will do well for the clan" Goosesong's words had very little push to them, only a hint of sincerity could be heard by a cat that was truly listening, which was often not many from what Goosesong thought anyway. He had never heard his clanmates pick up on it in any case. "Will that be all?" He asked, knowing that he had to be camp-bound for at least a day dampened his mood a little, but not enough to make him belligerent, he would much rather just sit or lounge with the subtle chatter of his clanmates around him.

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 Nettleplume listened politely to Goosesong's demonstration of logic. Of course there were cats who could want for pain relief, but herbs were no good if they weren't in the process of being applicable. Still, he honored the warrior's wishes if he was so adamant.

Keeping his paws properly underneath him, he recalled all of Willowfrost's teachings - and kindness. There were times he felt as if he fell short to her patient demeanor. She had been the one who had first listened to him, granting him the oppertunity of a lifetime. Never could he see himself marking borders or scuffling with odd clan cats. he preferred the shade of the den and the quietness of the wilderness to collect herbs.

"Willowfrost is a upstanding mentor, and I will still continue to learn from her even as her eyes fail her." It wouldn't be long now before Willowfrost entered the elder's den as she was almost completely blind now. He nodded once towards the large warrior, plumed tail giving a dismissive wave as it indicated towards the entrance of the den. "That is all. Take it easy, Goosesong and be mindful of your steps in the future." What were the chances he'd slip again if not for his warning, as if the wariror didn't already know how to practice caution. It felt right, though, as a medicine cat, to practice preemptively.

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Goosesong rose to a standing stature, almost looming over the younger medicine cat before shaking his lengthy fur to free it of any moss that may have clung to the strands when he took a seat in the medicine den. He was never one to fuss over small wounds, so he looked only as if it bothered him as much as sleeping in a damp nest, and even with that, he would push through and not bother anyone unless it was a determent to his health.

"Thank you Nettleplume, you're doing well" meowed Goosesong, stretching his hind legs and making his way out of the den, his sprained paw still being held up to prevent further pain or slower healing. The last thing he wanted to for this healing process to be longer than it needed to be. "Best wishes" he turned his head and meowed what would be considered a farewell before leaping out of the medicine den into the main clearing of the camp.