Emberstar
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Post by Emberstar on Jan 19, 2009 21:09:39 GMT -5
"It's kind of fuzzy. It's the wrong one, isn't it?" Phantomglow hung her head. "I'm sorry. I've never used Tansy before."
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 20, 2009 17:47:48 GMT -5
"Well being a healer means you'll have to learn fast. It's a ton harder than being a warrior." Risingmoon wasn't one for comforting cats. If a cat couldn't deal with having made a mistake, that cat wouldn't be able to deal with the choice between saving one cat and saving another. And sometimes, as a medicine cat, not making a choice like that immediately meant saving no cats. The apprentice would become much tougher over the course of her learnings. And Risingmoon's down-to-business, no-messing-around attitude would speed up the process even more. "Now try again, and use all your senses. Tansy has a smooth, hard stem and grows straight up through even this cold ground."
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Post by Emberstar on Jan 21, 2009 17:49:34 GMT -5
Phanotmglow padded around again until she felt a plant with a smooth, hard skin that was standing straight up in the ground. She picked it and put it at Risingmoon's feet.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 25, 2009 17:59:43 GMT -5
Risingmoon watched the blind apprentice carefully. The young cat was efficient in her work, and that was a wonderful trait in a medicine cat. She seemed quite able to work around her blindness and figure things out. Risingmoon closed her eyes for a moment and turned her head this way and that. Sunlight still filtered in through the thin layer of her lids, and the inability to see made her pay more attention to what she heard and smelled. Interesting. She opened her eyes, hating the light that struck her irises, and smiled. "Good. Now - pop quiz. If a cat were to limp up to you, unwilling to put weight on his front paw, and complain that he was feeling dizzy, hot, and headachy, what would you do first?" This was another question to see what Phantomglow knew about the art of healing.
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Emberstar
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Whoever said anything's possible clearly never tried slamming a revolving door.
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Post by Emberstar on Jan 26, 2009 16:14:33 GMT -5
"I would have him lay down so I could check his paw. It might have an infected wound or a thorn. After I treated it, I would give him feverfew to cool him down, and probably catnip because those symptoms sound like whitecough or greencough. Then, I would give him a few poppyseeds se he could sleep." Phantomglow promptly replied.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 28, 2009 10:05:53 GMT -5
"Very good. Have you had medicine training before?" When Risingmoon was a young medicine cat before the battle and before everything changed, a cat had come to her with that behavior. Overwhelmed by his probably exaggerated complaints about a fever and sickness, she had given him the second half of Phantomglow's idea first and had told him to rest. She had forgotten about the leg, or never seen it in the first place. He was the first cat who died on her - and when they carried the body out of her den she saw that a thorn was wedged deeply into his pad and his entire paw and lower leg were swollen. He had died because she'd mistaken an infected wound for a flu of some sort.
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Emberstar
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Whoever said anything's possible clearly never tried slamming a revolving door.
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Post by Emberstar on Jan 30, 2009 19:43:42 GMT -5
"Yes, for about two moons when I was healing in the mountains." Phantomglow replied slowly, having to think a bit. "Then I was well enough to leave, and I came here."
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 31, 2009 13:04:27 GMT -5
Risingmoon nodded that was good. There would be less to teach the apprentice then. "What were you healing from?" Her curiosity, which usually only took form in cruel remarks and cold inquiry, leaked out as a simple question. Risingmoon wanted to know because any kind of new knowledge was useful in healing. Warriors just figured it out as they went along - Medicine Cats didn't have that soft advantage and so had to be clever about their learning and the way they passed down information. Risingmoon sat down on the cold earth, her the tip of her tail flicking lazily from side to side on the dusty ground.
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Emberstar
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Whoever said anything's possible clearly never tried slamming a revolving door.
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Post by Emberstar on Feb 2, 2009 19:00:41 GMT -5
"The Tribe where I was staying was facing a great Tribe with a giant cat as their leader. It killed my parents and my brother decided to join it rather than die a respected warrior. I wasn't blind then. My brother turned on me after another cat had fought with me. He caught my leg and broke it. I really couldn't do anything then. He scratched out my eyes and left me for dead." Phantomglow hissed the last words. "Thankfully, I didn't die. The Healer was able to save me, and I learned medicine from her while I was recovering. Then I came here, and the rest you know."
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 7, 2009 12:28:17 GMT -5
Risingmoon held true to her nature and had absolutely no pity for her apprentice. She wasn't big on sympathy, empathy, or kindness in general. It sounded like a terrible past, sure, but cats should be able to get over their "terrible childhoods". She'd gotten over her painful past. So she half-ignored the little speech, tucking it away in her memory in case she needed the information some other time. Instead, she asked a factual, impersonal question. "How did the healer treat you eyes?" Her tone had all the emotion of a cold sky. She didn't let feelings cloud her voice.
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Post by Emberstar on Feb 8, 2009 17:11:05 GMT -5
"I'm pretty sure she used a poultice of marigold and juniper, but I can't be sure. I was out for most of that." Phantomglow spoke with an indifferent tone. She really didn't care about her past anymore.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 8, 2009 23:41:46 GMT -5
Risingmoon nodded thoughtfully. There wasn't much to be done about eyes once they were hurt. Delicate and easily broken, orbs were something Risingmoon had never been able to fix once they were damaged. Apparently, Phantomglow had been treated well - but not any better than the few warriors who had come to Risingmoon with eye injuries. "And I assume there was no infection. It would have gone to your brain pretty quickly." That was the most dangerous thing with any wound. More dangerous than extreme bleeding, which could be stopped with enough compression, was any kind of sickness that found the wound a doorway to the body.
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Emberstar
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Whoever said anything's possible clearly never tried slamming a revolving door.
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Post by Emberstar on Feb 11, 2009 20:54:14 GMT -5
"Nope." Phantomglow said. "They were bleeding alot, though." She yawned, tired of talking about her past.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Feb 14, 2009 21:11:30 GMT -5
ooc; I'm sorry to be such a pain, but it's hard for me to get the muse to reply when you're writing only one- or two-liners. Can you maybe start writing longer replies? Thanks.
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Emberstar
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Whoever said anything's possible clearly never tried slamming a revolving door.
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Post by Emberstar on Feb 15, 2009 18:44:49 GMT -5
OOC: yeah, I'll try. my muse is like, dead right now.
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