Sprained Paw [O; hps]

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    Geumkit had been fighting with the ferocity and nobility of any warrior. The evil beasts who had threatened her Clan were fluffy peers, and her kingdom was a snoozing mass of estrogen.


    It was in this context that the kitten had jumped, gotten knocked aside by a brother, and landed on the top-left side of her right paw.


    Geumkit's tangerine fur bristled as she waited outside the den. The aforementioned kingdom, a Queen named Fallowedsand, stood sternly beside her, snapping little corrections at her daughter.


    The sunlit kit mewled, if only to silence her mother, "Medicine cats? Can we come in?"

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    "So, what seems to be the trouble?" the daughter of Cinderella asked, beaming down at the kitten. "Morningco-" she began, throat swelling up and tears beginning to cloud her eyes. If this had taken place a couple days ago, then Witheredpaw would have cheerfully finished that question directed towards her former mentor. But it wasn't. The RiverClanner whom she had grown up with was dead.


    "Never mind that. What's wrong?"


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    Geumkit analyzed the medicine cat apprentice. She knew that there were rumors surrounding the now-brown Witheredpaw, a cat not five moons older. The kitten was, however, still too young to understand the official's troubles.


    Picking up on the gentle sorrows in the she-cat's brow and eyes, Geumkit's annoyed mood turned empathetic - or, as empathetic as she could manage.


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    "Morningco-" she began, throat swelling up and tears beginning to cloud her eyes.


    Fallowedsand's ears flicked in gratitude for the medicine cat's service. She leaned in maternally. The queen's eyes flashed an empathy stronger than her kit's and any she had felt for Witheredpaw before.


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    "Never mind that. What's wrong?"


    The aging she-cat was here on business. She licked her kitten's head and addressed, "Geumkit was playing with her brothers and toppled over - I was sleeping whe--"


    "It's broken!" The tangerine ball mewled over her mother.


    A stern look from the queen silenced both. Her eyes locked on to the medicine cat apprentice with an unreadable emotion.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px;]Swallowing as Witheredpaw spoke the first part of Morningcoffee's name, Bramblepaw approached, refusing to cry. She wouldn't break down in public, in front of people she didn't know. "A broken paw, hm?" she said, squeezing her eyes shut for a few moments before leaning down to inspect it. "Yes, it looks like you're right... hang on, I'll go get some herbs." she added, before vanishing into the herb stores, glancing around for some dock.

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    She looked at the different groups of herbs scattered throughout the den. Get something strong to hold it in place. Like a sturdy stick. Stick, stick. Witheredpaw's emerald green gaze landed upon one that would fit the position nicely, had it been a fifth the size it was. No worries. Placing her paw on one side of it, the marbled feline broke the stick, trying her best to make sure it wouldn't spike the kitten.


    Alright, and then after that, something to keep it in place. Rush keeps the stick in place. Biting her lip, the ten-moon-old plucked some of the herb which she still hardly knew. Right, this was going well.


    "This might hurt a bit, but don't worry. I'll go as fast as I can." Chuckling a bit half-heartedly, she began to position it, placing the stick next.


    [Permission to powerplay with herbs?


    And double ninja'd. But I'm mobile, so I won't bother to change it.]


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    [Go ahead. I'm being too dodgy about her sprained paw, anyways. Sorry!]


    "I really don't think that it's broken," The queen said softly. Her eyes and tone hardened, "She did limp here with just a little griping."


    "I'm going to die here," Geumkit mewled quietly.


    Fallowedsand pushed on, "I can't stay, my other kits..." She gave a look of elder authority over Witheredpaw and turned to leave. She hesitated, ears flicking twice before she turned again. "Sorry about your loss; I've heard some rumors."


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    "Yes, it looks like you're right... hang on, I'll go get some herbs." she added, before vanishing into the herb stores, glancing around for some dock.


    Bramblepaw's appearance intrigued Geumkit. Her heart jumped when the she-cat left. She put pressure on the paw without much wincing.


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    "This might hurt a bit, but don't worry. I'll go as fast as I can." Chuckling a bit half-heartedly, she began to position it, placing the stick next.


    Geumkit felt little pain, but squeaked a bit at the medicine cat apprentice's close proximity.