Fernpaw is in need of a MC!

Fernpaw, limping back from the borders, suddenly collapsed from the sudden attacks that had almost killed him. He then passed out and hit his head on a rock, and was in urgent need of a medicine cat.

Dreamleaf was walking around near the border gathering herbs for her stock when she heard a loud thud. Dreamleaf trotted toward the sound and spotted Fernpaw. She ran over to the apprentice and crouched down, surveying his wounds.
"Oh no.." Dreamleaf muttered and looked around frantically. She couldn't assess him right now, she had no herbs! She had to get him back to camp. Dreamleaf looked down and gently picked up Fernpaw and placed him on her back. It took her a few moments to successfully do it, but she did it. Dreamleaf then began to head back to camp quickly..

Dreamleaf reached the camp, exhausted from carrying the apprentice. She laid Fernpaw down in a nest in her den and began gathering her herbs. She brought them over and began to work on his wounds.

Fernpaw returned to some-what consciousness, and slightly winced, he was sure he was in the medicine cat's den. "What happened?" All he could remember was running back from around the borders, and then everything went black. He did know that he was patrolling and marking the borders, then he got attacked. He couldn't tell whether or not he was attacked by a dog, cat, badger, or fox. All he knew was that he was walking along the Thunderpath and then he got attacked. His vision faded in and out as the Medicine cat worked on his wounds. He felt a sharp pain in his hind left leg, and then he started to remember a little bit more. He had landed on his side, and he must have broken, sprained, or fractured his leg.

Dreamleaf turned to Fernpaw, an angry expression plastered on her face.
"From what I can tell, you were attacked. By what? I don't know. Maybe you can fill me in," Dreamleaf huffed as she worked on his wounds. She plastered a cobweb over one of his wounds and gently brushed on some of her Marigold poultice.

Dreamleaf nodded and moved over to his leg. She lowered her paw and pressed against it. It was broken for sure.
"You have a few serious wounds and a broken leg... but you'll live," Dreamleaf assured jokingly.

"You won't be healed anytime soon, that's for sure. It'll probably be at least half a moon to a moon before you can train or hunt. I'm sorry, Fernpaw," Dreamleaf said sadly. She finished putting on the herbs and she built a splint out of wood and vines for his leg.

Dreamleaf nodded and stood up after finished her work.
"I'll get you some food, then you'll need to rest as much as possible to heal," she said.

Dreamleaf returned to the den with a mouse and placed in in front of him before settling down beside him.

Fernpaw bit off a chunk of the mouse and began to chew. After he had finished, he began to ask Dreamleaf about what was going on in her life. "How have you been?