Talons.

(OOC: she got attacked by an eagle while hunting. Also, this is short.)

Twistedtail limped into the camp, crooked tail between her legs. The eagle was dead now, but it left stinging cuts on the side of her neck. Her right ear was in tatters and dripping blood. The image of her being carried off of the ground by that oversized bird was fresh in her mind. What kind of Warrior was she, curling up into a ball as the others fought it off for her? It didn’t matter now. All she can do is have the medicine cat check her wounds.

She didn’t waste any time dilly dallying and immediately turned to where the medicine cat’s den was. The den, just like where the warriors slept, was open to the sky. She could see a few cats sitting on moss laden nests, most with just a minor scratch or two, a couple that looked like they had been in fights. She couldn’t see the young medicine cat, though. The only other places she could be, she rationalized, were out looking for herbs or down in the abandoned fox den next to the medicine cat’s den. She would’ve smelled her on the way back to camp if she was out, so she must be down in the tunnels. She poked her head into the entrance of the dugout hole. “Hello? Is Cinderfa- Feathe- ah, whoever the medicine cat is now, are you there?” She stuttured. My, was she really getting that old? It seemed like two dozen medicine cat’s had come and gone in her years. Cinderfall, Leafheart, Beetlewing, Sageleaf, Featherlight, and now whatever-the-name-was. Hopefully they knew enough about herbs to treat her.

Goosepaw had been resting in the dugout, head resting on his paws. He was still missing Featherlight sorely. He hadn’t even properly started his training before she had been cruelly ripped away from him by StarClan. The young tom couldn’t figure out why they would do that to him. Thankfully, no one had been gravely injured yet, or he would have been in trouble. Well, maybe not the most trouble. As far as he knew, three Clans out of five had fully-trained medicine cats that he could ask, and right now, Goldeneye of RiverClan was coaching him and Silentpaw of ShadowClan. But how much time would it take him to get over there and back? He gave a tiny sigh and tilted his head, gazing at the wall of the burrow. This was a nice place to store herbs. It gave shelter from the weather. That was the only benefit he knew, an example of his lack of coaching. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose, drawing in the scents of the best-smelling herbs, which he had kept closer to his resting place. It was good. It smelled of Featherlight. He closed his eyes, imagining his lessons repeating themselves over and over in his head.

He was jolted from his daydreams by a voice calling into the burrow and the scent of blood. His head shot yo and he scrambled to his paws immediately, praying to the stars that it wasn’t too serious. He didn’t think he’d be able to deal with it. ”J-just a mo-moment!” He called in reply, running to grab his supplies. A wad of cobwebs was the first thing that sprung to mind, so he scooped that up in his muzzle. He’d have to see if he needed anything else as he set his shoulders and walked outside. Twistedtail stood there with a tattered ear and cuts on her neck. This was likely the more serious thing he had ever had to deal with. Stay calm, Goosepaw. He told himself, acknowledging the she-cat with a polite dip of his head. He walked over, trying not to show his worry or insecurities as he inspected her wounds. The cuts on her neck, he should be able to deal with. But what to do with a tattered ear? He dipped back inside the burrow and picked up some Goldenrod. That was good for wounds, right? He went back outside and chewed up the yellow flowers, pressing them into the wounds on her neck. He then pressed the cobwebs over the top, pushing firmly to keep them in place. That was all he knew how to do. That was the simple part. What about her ear? He bit his lower lip, thinking hard. He scanned over the wound. ”I-I don’t t-think it’s inf-infected...” He tried to assure her, while he himself was having doubts. ”W-what ha-happened?” He asked, hoping that might help him figure out what to do.

OOC: my iPad’s doing a weird and none of the little button thingies are showing up so I had to type in all the html by hand

”An eagle attacked me while I was hunting, though Nightheart and Swiftstep managed to chase it off,” the siamese warrior said. The lithe brown tom seemed quite inexperienced, though she knew it wasn’t his fault. Featherlight had passed swiftly and unexpectedly and didn’t have much time to teach in her final days. She winced slightly as poultice was pressed into her wounds but managed to keep a relatively straight face. The medicine cat before her had finished applying dressing to her neck wounds, but seemed to hesitate upon the torn ear. A memory wormed it’s way into her head, of back when she was a little kit struck with kittencough and had to spend a couple moons lying in those dugouts. She had gotten incredibly bored down there, so Cinderfall managed to keep her a little occupied by playing a game, where she would point to a random herb and Twistedkit would have had to attempt to guess what it’s name was and what it did. It only solidified in her head that she didn’t want to be a medicine cat after it all, but a couple of the long-passed medicine cat’s lectures had stuck around in her mind . ”Comfrey root, I believe, works for wounds. And you can chew up and apply oak leaves to prevent infection, though I doubt there’s much of that in the moor,” the she-cat repeated from her memories. She never thought that information would ever be useful, since there always was an experienced medicine cat around, excluding that one time with Beetlepaw. She kept her body straight and waited for the young tom’s reply.

Goosepaw nodded to her story, deciding to lick the blood from her ear while she talked. His original guess still held valid, as there didn’t seem to be any infection, but he could never be sure. And there wasn’t an overwhelming amount of blood. He could do this. He slowly breathed out and tried to clear his mind. He was thankful, so thankful, that Twistedtail didn’t seem angry at his incompetence. He gave a smile when she talked of herbs. ”S-sounds li-like you’re mo-more qual-qualified that I a-am.” He stated, trying to keep it lighthearted and jokey. That would work. He heard Goldeneye mention comfrey root once or twice, but he couldn’t remember what it did before now. He hadn’t heard about oak leaves, though.”T-that could wo-work...” He mumbled, biting his lip before dipping into the dugout and picking the herbs she mentioned. He came back outside and created a poultice out of the roots and leaves, before packing it onto her ear and finishing it off with a wrapping of cobwebs. ”D-do you wa-want to st-stay on o-one of the ne-nests?” He asked, flicking his tail towards one of the mossy nests out in the open sun.