by MirrorMemory » Sat Feb 16, 2019 4:04 am
As soon as the cat had collapsed, Nightpaw lept into action. He had only been an apprentice for a couple days, really, but when stress was applied, he could tend to a wounded cat nearly as well as a full medicine cat. He inspected the wounds, then looked around for whatever herbs were around. He didn't have time to run too far, especially not to the medicine den, so he had to make do with what he had. First things first, he cleaned the wound. He cleared away any and all dirt and dried blood, hoping this would prevent an infection later on. Once the wound was clean, he found some cobwebs and applied them. The blood was starting to slow, but the cobwebs still took an ugly red brown color. Feeling some of the time pressure disipate, Nightpaw searched for some Goldenrod to turn into a poultice.