i ain't the sharpest tool in the shed (open; sick)

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    WE JUST WANNA FEEL SOMETHING —

    ever since going under the water to try to help falukit during the flood, daisypaw had been aware of the water sloshing around in her ears. she thought it would have drained out by now, but every day she grew more and more anxious about it. her clanmates may have witnessed some strange behavior in the past few days: flicking her ears madly, tilting her head when she walked, submerging her head in the river in hopes that the water would pull the other water out. but after what seemed like a week of trying with no results, daisypaw had to admit she had no idea what she was doing. and now her ears hurt like a motherfucker.


    it started off with just her ears, but the pain got worse by the hour, traveling to her jaw and the back of her head so that it hurt to even think. she still put off going to the medicine den, though. it was just too scary by far. did they even know what they were doing with those herbs? and what if she got some mysterious illness from another cat in the den? after day three of this pounding headache though, daisypaw didn't care anymore. she trudged into the medicine den, desperation in her eyes as she let out a pained mew. "is anyone in here? my ears hurt."


    Addercloud   wheatbloom  


    (going off the assumption her ears r infected, i'll be glad to change it if that's incorrect!)

    Is anyone here? My ears hurt. The vaguely familiar voice, like the sound of worn bells chiming, reached his twitchy ears, rising through the pores of the rotting twoleg den from its origin in the doorway. Maybe the RiverClan elders were more lenient than those of SkyClan, who would swat him as a kit for behavior and words that sounded quite similar to what he had just registered from the young she-cat. He pondered this a moment, placing the last thyme leaf in its compartment within the old wood of the structure, before skittering down the stairs. Clanmates said he sounded like a moth, bouncing along the perimeter of the den, bashing against the walls with every turn, without significant regard for injury. A cream moth, Cornish rex with big brown eyes, in his final stages of growth. He had never filled in the tall frame and was destined to gangle until StarClan took him.


    Daisypaw. She hung in the entrance, peering into the dim room, the sunlight filtering in from behind and catching the drifting dust that leapt from her bright pelt. He offered her a big grin, noting the twitching ear; the sight of her face, the eyes so frequently blank behind the curiously shifting expression, distracted him from other thoughts and made him feel better. Ears twitched often when hurt, yes. That was one of the very few things Addercloud hadn't needed to instruct him in, unlike the fact that others tended to shriek when in pain (this revelation had, at first, alarmed him).


    He approached on soft paws and wordlessly seated himself beside her, reaching out a paw to move the ear into the light and peer in. Inflamed; an angry red canal glared back at him. Moist, as ears tended to be, but more than usual. "Water in your ear. How long've you been hurtin'?"


    WE JUST WANNA FEEL SOMETHING —

    daisypaw recognized the awkward thudding down the stairs as wheatbloom’s pawsteps. she contemplated leaving. the cream tom was so skittish and strange sometimes. she wasn’t entirely sure if he knew what he was doing. on the flip side, what if he diagnosed her with some kind of incurable disease? but the medicine cat apprentice was downstairs in moments and she didn’t have time to ding dong ditch anymore.


    she flinched as he touched her ear. she wondered if she should lie about how long this had been going on. she didn’t want him to be mad at her for not coming in sooner. “a couple o’ days,” she mewed quietly. not a complete lie; just purposely vague.


    "That's stupid. You shoulda come here after a day or so." hypocrites didn't have filters. He'd never been too keen on either asking for help or being intelligent in the slightest. However, with his increasing array of skills, "I-told-you-so" moments had been coming up more frequently than ever in the face of Clanmates that thought it was okay to stuff soil in a wound. It gave him a sense of power that he drank in eagerly. He pulled away and dove into the next room, rummaging around for a few moments. Cats didn't like when he had to do this. Essential oils always made them squirm.


    Lavender. Yes. Take a bit, chew, mix with water. He approached Daisypaw again and, without warning, darted forth to grab her ear again. Before she could react, he spat in her ear and looped around the she-cat, reaching out in a headlock of sorts to keep her from raising her head to a level position. "Wait a sec. Keep the oil from coming out of your ear; it's gettin' the water." a few more moments passed, and he released her. "Cool. Let it come out and gimme your other ear."


    WE JUST WANNA FEEL SOMETHING —

    what could she say? she was stupid, according to her mother at least. daisypaw didn’t bother protesting the truth. wheatbloom darted away to fetch some herbs and came back chewing them up. she wasn’t going to have to eat that, was she? the apprentice suppressed a cringe at the thought of horking down wheatbloom’s spit salad. then suddenly the spit salad was in her ear, wheatbloom’s forearm wrapped around her neck as her head was forced sideways. “what the f—“


    a quiet rumble of discomfort as she waited for him to release her. he could have just told her to keep her head tilted. after a few awkward moments the weight on her neck was lifted and she raised her head, flicking the ear with the poultice inside it. “uhh, okay,” she mewed hesitantly, seriously questioning the validity of this treatment. her ear pulsed with a sharp pain, and she didn’t care anymore. she’d tried so many other weird cures, what was one more?