Morrighan
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Starfrost- Boulderclan Medicine Cat
The apprentice was shaking and frightened, but before she could do much else than comfort him, noise erupted.
She’d noticed the young stranger, a female with an injury she’d smelled had already been treated adeptly, the moment she’d entered the camp. It had been a soft murmur, the subtlest of sound in her inner mind, that had allowed her not to say anything as she’d gone into her den.
Let that conversation come at a better time.
Because that was her son, Lightningstorm held between him and another cat, entering the camp. The brave warrior was gravely wounded, and at her sons call she sprang into motion.
Calling for aid in bringing him to her den, she barely noted that Sapphire had brought forth herbs for helping. Indeed, all she could do was scent that they were what she’d need for the apprentice and perhaps Lightningstorm himself.
“Give half of those to the young one.” She told the queen, before hurrying to her den.
“Bring me moss and down to form a bed for him.”
“Mapleflight, meet me in my den the moment you’re rested.”
“Bring that bundle to the den.”
Order and command, each given softly but firmly. The last was directed to joke other than the stranger herself.
The apprentice was shaking and frightened, but before she could do much else than comfort him, noise erupted.
She’d noticed the young stranger, a female with an injury she’d smelled had already been treated adeptly, the moment she’d entered the camp. It had been a soft murmur, the subtlest of sound in her inner mind, that had allowed her not to say anything as she’d gone into her den.
Let that conversation come at a better time.
Because that was her son, Lightningstorm held between him and another cat, entering the camp. The brave warrior was gravely wounded, and at her sons call she sprang into motion.
Calling for aid in bringing him to her den, she barely noted that Sapphire had brought forth herbs for helping. Indeed, all she could do was scent that they were what she’d need for the apprentice and perhaps Lightningstorm himself.
“Give half of those to the young one.” She told the queen, before hurrying to her den.
“Bring me moss and down to form a bed for him.”
“Mapleflight, meet me in my den the moment you’re rested.”
“Bring that bundle to the den.”
Order and command, each given softly but firmly. The last was directed to joke other than the stranger herself.