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You wandered into the den, pushing past the tangled ivy hanging down the moss-covered den and looking towards the rusty brown she-cat as she sorted her herbs. The smell of sweet herbs and flowering plants filled the air, mixed with the earthy smell of moss and after-rain. It was soothing, compared to the sharp scent of pine of the ShadowClan territory. Finchgaze whipped around, her big ears perking forwards as she gave you a soft smile, "welcome! Come sit," her voice chimed, sweet and lovely like a mother speaking to her kit. She swept her tail across a moss bed beside her, giving a slow blink before turning back to herbs and prodding through them with her white-tipped paws. As you gave a nod, you took a few steps across the soft dirt of the den and settling down into the fuzzy moss bedding, decorated with bits and pieces of dried flowers of bright pinks and yellows. It was leftovers from her collected herbs, used mainly to distract kits and apprentices while they had thorns picked out of their soft paws.

As you settled in, shifting and tucking your tail around you, you let out a sigh. All of the lovely scents and calming scenery was along enough to help you forget the stinging of your shoulder, sliced open and fresh with blood from a recent tussle with the local cats of RiverClan. "Well," her voice chirped as she approached, once again making the stinging pain seem to dampen. She sat down, setting down some odd fuzzy green plants in front of you, "first battle as the deputy of the clan?" She gave a gentle purr before chewing up a poultice of a few herbs. You gave a small nod, suddenly wincing as she placed the poultice on your fresh wounds and feeling a new wave of stinging, only to be relieved within moments. "It's quite a job, I assume those cats were simply having a bad day." She gave a small nod, closing her eyes as she thought. "Well, their medicine cat told me they're having a bit of shortage of food..." Opening her large eyes again, they were filled with sorrow. "I wonder if it's from those local twolegs..." As she spoke, she pushed some seeds closer to you, which you lapped up the recognizable poppy seeds without question before continuing to speak.

You shook your head, "in any case, they're being a nuisance." Giving a small purr of some sort of agreement, you notice she's already covered the wound with cobwebs and finished up. You closed your eyes, taking in the sweet scents of the den and relaxing into the nest. The echos of the distant purring from the cat as she cheerfully went back to sorting her herbs was like a gentle melody to your ears. It reminded you of your own mother when you were a kit, cheery as she spoke to the other queens in the nursery. It seemed only like yesterday, and here you were... deputy to the new leader. You let out a soft purr before everything went quiet, peaceful and calm.

It only seemed like moments later, your eyes fluttering back open as you felt a gentle prodding on your unwounded shoulder. You focused on the medicine cat in front of you, bent over and smiling sweetly as she held some herbs. You glanced over, noticing it was now much darker outside. How long have I been asleep? She seemed to have already noticed you knew the time, and she blinked softly. "I let you sleep, you lost a bit more blood than you realized, it seems." Her voice was soft, like a whisper in the night as she took a step closer and nudged the herbs closer. "Here, these should help with the blood loss. They're for strength," they were longer herbs with light white flowers on the side. Giving a sleepy nod, you reached forward and started to chew at the bitter plants, grimacing at the taste. She nudged a leaf with a sweet smelling liquid on it, the yellow colour seeming to glow in the moon's light breaking through the entrance of the den. You licked at the sticky substance, the sweetness of the honey drowning out the bitter taste of the herbs. A few heartbeats pass as you licked up the honey before your throat seems to start to close up, the honey coating your mouth as you struggled to inhale. Your eyes widened and the calm scenery of the den started to blur, the honey seeming to spread through your mouth and lodge into the back of your throat and nose, opening your jaws as you struggling to draw in any air.

Through the blurriness, you could see the view of your mother, her worried, wide-eyed expression she'd get when you would bump into another kit and smoosh your nose too hard after falling. Her sweet, flowery scent in the air and the calmness of the nursery. It all soon faded, though, the view of the medicine cat sitting calmly, her once kind eyes dead of all expression as she held that bitter white plant. You struggled and choked to inhale, unable to speak or even scream for help. Before you could even try, your tried to reach a paw out but it painfully twitched, causing you to collapse to your side as it felt like all dogs in the forest were tearing your body in all opposite directions. You couldn't even focus on your breathing anymore, foamy honey-mixed saliva pooling out as you felt lightning and what felt like dog's teeth ripping you apart, your limbs spasming and collapsing under you as you screwed your eyes shut, your lungs screaming for air and wanting to cry out for help. What felt like moons was only a few heartbeats before your body seemed to stiffen up entirely, still in agonizing pain but you could no longer move, the pain ebbing away as everything started to go dark. You couldn't see anything anymore, you couldn't feel the soft nest under you, or smell the sweet flowers that surrounded you.

It was simply peace.

Welcome to my medicine cat for a recent roleplay : )

Description
You wandered into the den, pushing past the tangled ivy hanging down the moss-covered den and looking towards the rusty brown she-cat as she sorted her herbs. The smell of sweet herbs and flowering plants filled the air, mixed with the earthy smell of moss and after-rain. It was soothing, compared to the sharp scent of pine of the ShadowClan territory. Finchgaze whipped around, her big ears perking forwards as she gave you a soft smile, "welcome! Come sit," her voice chimed, sweet and lovely like a mother speaking to her kit. She swept her tail across a moss bed beside her, giving a slow blink before turning back to herbs and prodding through them with her white-tipped paws. As you gave a nod, you took a few steps across the soft dirt of the den and settling down into the fuzzy moss bedding, decorated with bits and pieces of dried flowers of bright pinks and yellows. It was leftovers from her collected herbs, used mainly to distract kits and apprentices while they had thorns picked out of their soft paws.

As you settled in, shifting and tucking your tail around you, you let out a sigh. All of the lovely scents and calming scenery was along enough to help you forget the stinging of your shoulder, sliced open and fresh with blood from a recent tussle with the local cats of RiverClan. "Well," her voice chirped as she approached, once again making the stinging pain seem to dampen. She sat down, setting down some odd fuzzy green plants in front of you, "first battle as the deputy of the clan?" She gave a gentle purr before chewing up a poultice of a few herbs. You gave a small nod, suddenly wincing as she placed the poultice on your fresh wounds and feeling a new wave of stinging, only to be relieved within moments. "It's quite a job, I assume those cats were simply having a bad day." She gave a small nod, closing her eyes as she thought. "Well, their medicine cat told me they're having a bit of shortage of food..." Opening her large eyes again, they were filled with sorrow. "I wonder if it's from those local twolegs..." As she spoke, she pushed some seeds closer to you, which you lapped up the recognizable poppy seeds without question before continuing to speak.

You shook your head, "in any case, they're being a nuisance." Giving a small purr of some sort of agreement, you notice she's already covered the wound with cobwebs and finished up. You closed your eyes, taking in the sweet scents of the den and relaxing into the nest. The echos of the distant purring from the cat as she cheerfully went back to sorting her herbs was like a gentle melody to your ears. It reminded you of your own mother when you were a kit, cheery as she spoke to the other queens in the nursery. It seemed only like yesterday, and here you were... deputy to the new leader. You let out a soft purr before everything went quiet, peaceful and calm.

It only seemed like moments later, your eyes fluttering back open as you felt a gentle prodding on your unwounded shoulder. You focused on the medicine cat in front of you, bent over and smiling sweetly as she held some herbs. You glanced over, noticing it was now much darker outside. How long have I been asleep? She seemed to have already noticed you knew the time, and she blinked softly. "I let you sleep, you lost a bit more blood than you realized, it seems." Her voice was soft, like a whisper in the night as she took a step closer and nudged the herbs closer. "Here, these should help with the blood loss. They're for strength," they were longer herbs with light white flowers on the side. Giving a sleepy nod, you reached forward and started to chew at the bitter plants, grimacing at the taste. She nudged a leaf with a sweet smelling liquid on it, the yellow colour seeming to glow in the moon's light breaking through the entrance of the den. You licked at the sticky substance, the sweetness of the honey drowning out the bitter taste of the herbs. A few heartbeats pass as you licked up the honey before your throat seems to start to close up, the honey coating your mouth as you struggled to inhale. Your eyes widened and the calm scenery of the den started to blur, the honey seeming to spread through your mouth and lodge into the back of your throat and nose, opening your jaws as you struggling to draw in any air.

Through the blurriness, you could see the view of your mother, her worried, wide-eyed expression she'd get when you would bump into another kit and smoosh your nose too hard after falling. Her sweet, flowery scent in the air and the calmness of the nursery. It all soon faded, though, the view of the medicine cat sitting calmly, her once kind eyes dead of all expression as she held that bitter white plant. You struggled and choked to inhale, unable to speak or even scream for help. Before you could even try, your tried to reach a paw out but it painfully twitched, causing you to collapse to your side as it felt like all dogs in the forest were tearing your body in all opposite directions. You couldn't even focus on your breathing anymore, foamy honey-mixed saliva pooling out as you felt lightning and what felt like dog's teeth ripping you apart, your limbs spasming and collapsing under you as you screwed your eyes shut, your lungs screaming for air and wanting to cry out for help. What felt like moons was only a few heartbeats before your body seemed to stiffen up entirely, still in agonizing pain but you could no longer move, the pain ebbing away as everything started to go dark. You couldn't see anything anymore, you couldn't feel the soft nest under you, or smell the sweet flowers that surrounded you.

It was simply peace.

Welcome to my medicine cat for a recent roleplay : )