Post by Lupinepaw on Jun 22, 2018 2:35:07 GMT
he was a mess. the dust of dark earth clung stubbornly to the feathered disarray that was his fur, shades of smoke and soot almost unrecognisable beneath it. cocooned by it all were scars - just little ones, remnants from play fights that had been more fight than play. they were keepsakes, really.
the moon was nearing its peak, its movement almost furtive, as if edging its way into the heavens. cloaked by its watery silver, lupinepaw slipped from the apprentices' den and into the cold, cold night. quickly, he made his way to the medicine cat's den.
the scent of herbs was cloying - so overwhelming it was dizzying. that, and lack of sleep meant that lupinepaw found himself swaying on his paws. the tom forced himself to pull breath into his lungs as he struggled to recall what little he knew of wound treatment.
dock...? it was the only herb he knew, but he had only ever seen the leaf used on scratches, and two broken claws were no scratch. still, it was better than nothing. darkened argent moons in the form of eyes swept the den, flitting from herb to herb, searching for something he could only vaguely remember.
at last his gaze rested on a large, crumpled-looking leaf. it might have been dock, it might have not. lupinepaw didn't care in that moment. the apprentice stumbled forward and snatched it in his jaws, teeth puncturing it, sending bitter juice down his throat.
—— Dawnflower c;