Sharppaw & Riverpaw
"Sorry for waking you, Silentstep," Riverpaw mewed, sifting through herbs. He produced some dried oak leaves, leftover from the previous leaf-fall, as well as some goldenrod flowers. As he began chewing on the goldenrod to make a poultice, he began applying the oak leaves to Sharppaw's face, to help with infection. Finally, he spit the goldenrod out, picking a bit of it up and applying it to the wounds. "It should heal just fine, but I want you to check in with us daily so we can make sure it's not infected. Otherwise, you could lose your eye."
Sharppaw gulped. He definitely didn't want that to happen. "I'll be in every morning, promise." He turned to Sunpaw, "You're up!" He moved out of the way to make room for Sunpaw.
Riverpaw moved back to the pile, picking up some dock with his mouth and chewing that as well, "Thisth will helph your scratstch," The apprentice said through his full mouth. He spit the herb into his paw, applying it to the scratch on Sunpaw's shoulder. "How am I doing, Silentstep?" He asked while keeping his eyes on Sunpaw. Usually when he helped cats with the medicine, he was there as Silentstep's helper. This was the first time he had attempted it with him as the lead.
Stormpatch
The tom had stayed back in camp, and after seeing an injured Willowpelt, and then Sharppaw and Sunpaw, he knew something must've happened. Worry filled him when he noticed Rapidleap didn't return with the apprentices, and he hoped she was okay. Then Applesong entered back into camp, and worry consumed him. "Hey, Applesong!" He called, padding towards her briskly, "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" His mind raced with a million questions, but he knew freaking out wouldn't really help. "I saw a couple cats come back with injuries, do you know what happened?"