WE COULD BE HEROES || open & herb training session

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    [fancypost bgcolor=darkred; bordercolor=firebrick; borderwidth=1px; width: 315px; height: auto; padding: 10px;][justify][font=arial][size=8][color=#F7F7F7]She looked down at the ground after hearing the voice, and recognized Kate. "Hey, kiddo," she greeted gently. "Sure you can. Just be careful not to get underfoot, I don't want you getting hurt." She hid the worry in her voice and gaze, masking that emotion with a kind smile.
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    [size=30pt]Littlekit[/size]
    Blind tortie point; Windclan


    Oh dear, her partner was a bit exuberant, yeah? No matter, Little wouldn't fret too much over the matter, she was surely level-headed enough to keep things in check. "Oh, uh, great! I guess I can be injured, I hurt myself all the time running into stuff anyways." She mused with a small shrug. She hated to admit, but it was true, the femme almost always had a few bumps and bruises scattered over her body, though oredominantly on her front end. She simply didn't see things coming, and so she was pretty sure she would be the one more likely to be injured anyway.


    //eep rushed

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    "We would put cobwebs or apply pressure to your shoulder," Blitzpup answered, looking automatically at Praguekit. He was always stuttering so much, the caustic wolfdog just started painting the image that the tiger cub was something along the lines of a coward or weakling. It was an unconscious connection made, but all the strong animals he saw never stuttered.



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    Ariel giggled lightheartedly. She found Littlekit's words rather amusing even though they really hadn't been meant as a joke at all. Exuberant was...an understatement when it came to her. But that was how she liked it! "Alrighty!" she chirped, thinking the situation over. "I guess we've got to start with cobwebs, huh? But Marigold too, in case the wounds are infected."


    Oh dear, that was just what everyone would do. Ariel wanted to...stand out, somehow. But if there was a less conventional method, Ariel simply didn't know it. After all, to her dismay, she hadn't done much with herbs in the past.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Kate's eyes were filled with admiration for Natasha, puffing her chest out with a smile. "Don't worry, Nat, I trust you." The tiny rabbit assured before scooting the pile of herbs closer to the both of them so they would be easier to access. This was so exciting, she was more then happy to work side by side with her very best friend. "Would you rather be the victim? Or the person assisting?" she wanted the tigress to have the first pick. Whatever she preferred most was okay with her.


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    [size=30pt]Littlepaw[/size]
    Blind tortie point; Windclan


    "Probably not a bad idea, I'd rather not die of an infection... Even if it is just pretend. Sounds right though, or at least right enough to not cause problems." The tortie point mused with a rather thoughtful expression. Dying of an infection sounded incredibly painful, and gross. Personally, she would rather go quickly or naturally, maybe even just something noble and relatively painless. Then again, she supposed it wasn't likely she would ever be allowed in a terribly dangerous situation anytime soon. Everyone always seemed to want to baby her... It was unfortunate, really. All she wanted was to be independent, but it didn't work so well when everytime you tried you fell on your face. "Although, I suppose an injured patient probably wouldn't be giving their opinions, would they?" She suddenly added, realizing that if she were bledding out, she probably wouldn't be chatting it up.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=11pt][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 400px;][justify][size=10][font=georgia]His focus on Cake, for the time being, Maelstrom listened to her explanation with a reserved expression that gave very little away as to whether or not she was right. Her gratitude had not been lost on the wolf that was always looking for body cues, but he didn't know how to respond - he'd just been doing his job - so the Head Medic simply ignored it, preferring to keep his attention on her own task. And she did well, even if the answer was a bit vague.


    Of course it's vague, he chided himself impatiently. I'd be out of a job if it was too specific. An unnerving thought, and he rustled his wings until the mangled joint on his right wing ached. The pain helped, for some reason. Letting a bare smile cross his muzzle, Maelstrom dipped his head. "Good," he stated simply. Tilting his head, not quite challenging - he was never challenging - the wolf asked, "Next?"


    Raising up a paw to ask for her forbearance, Maelstrom called to the rest of the group, "I have heard several correct answers up to this point." He was pleased to use this speech, as opposed to the "you're all wrong" one. "Having determined that the wound is bleeding heavily and moving to camp is not an option, next you must stop the bleeding. Keep in mind that while cobwebs are often a go-to solution, cobwebs found on the nearest rock or tree tend to be dirty, or become dirty in the collection process. Attempt to keep cobwebs, leaves and any other item being put on the wound as clean as you can."


    Stopping only for a breath, the wolf nods to the pile next to them, and then indicates the rest of the piles scattered throughout the area. "Each of those is a collection of marigold, goldenrod, garlic, dock leaves, parsley and cobwebs. Based on what you know - and if you aren't sure, that is fine - please make an appropriate poultice to be applied to a wound of this type. As a note, poultices will not be effective if the plants are not ground up finely enough; their properties will not be released." He wondered if they'd use all of them; that wouldn't be surprising, but it would be ineffective, considering what some of the herbs did. There also wasn't much of each plant - he hadn't wanted to waste too much - but there'd be enough for some kind of poultice to be made. Watching for a moment, Maelstrom then turned back to Cake.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][hr][hr] . This was oddly interesting. Zoey wandered up and cleared her throat softly. She had caught some of the words, but not everything. A few of the names rang a bell, but being young, she didn't have a vast expanse of knowledge. This, however, intrigued her. "Sir, is it to late to join in?" If it was, she would still sit and watch simply out of curiosity.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Cobwebs! So that was what that white thin silky thing that came from spiders was called. She wondered why it was called cobwebs specifically briefly before listening to Maelstrom's next instruction. Kate nodded slightly in response to show she understood and looked down at the tiny pile of herbs. She wondered if it made a difference what order she put them in, but decided if they were going to be ground up into a poultice. She racked her brain for what few herbs she was certain was correct for this type of wound. Her father taught her a lot of helpful tips about herbs in case she ever got lost or hurt on her own and she was thankful he had before he passed away. She grabbed marigold and garlic, Then she began to struggle to remember what the other herb or herbs she needed to use was. She felt like goldenrod was another herb that needed to be added, and she was still unsure and weary about parsley because she couldn't recall ever coming across the herb before -- she couldn't remember for the life of her what dock leaves were used for. Overwhelmed, the rabbit took the goldenrod as well as the garlic and marigold and looked up at Maelstrom with an almost shameful look. "These are the only ones I could remember that could possibly be used for scratches or infections." she confessed, feeling like she probably got one or two of these wrong. She had been half tempted to throw them all in together but she had a feeling that would have been a worse idea. She loved learning new things, but was still shaky on what she did actually know.


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