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<blockquote>ooc : Sorry it took a little while to reply! :)

Ambrosiaflare emerged quietly from the back of her den, weariness carrying her paws at an inconsistent pace. However, sapphirine eyes soon scanned the injury on the loner's figure; quickly the medicine cat's infallible gaze turned to Oakmask. "How long has he been untreated?" she asked, ignoring the polite casualties that almost all cats shared when first meeting. Swiftly she padded to the back of her den and retrieved a stalk of goldenrod, a stalk of marigold, and yet another pawful of cobwebs. Her store on cobwebs was getting awfully low. "This will hurt," she informed the loner gently, giving Moth no time to reply. "We must have this leg in correct position or the use of it won't ever be yours again." Wasting no time, the she-cat took her patients leg in her paws and twisted it sharply to the left. She heard, or rather felt, a soft 'click' and knew the leg had been made to stay in it's original position. As she did this the marigold had already become a poultice within her maw.

Rubbing the medicine gently throughout the loner cat's fur, Ambrosiaflare nodded encouragingly and let a smile take her face. For even if Moth's outcome was not optimistic, she had to make it seem so. "Bring me a stick, please," the medicine cat ordered Oakmask, a soft authority making the ring in her voice. It would be a crude splint, but for the time being she couldn't risk the loner's leg - or life. Gently she bound the she-cat's flank and ear with cobwebs, blinking slowly as the work before her became less and less. Whether this loner believed in StarClan or not, the medicine cat prayed. "You will be well," the feline mewed quietly, slowly. There was nothing to do but wait. Beautiful, patient eyes watched the loner soberly. "How did this accident happen?"

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<blockquote>Ambrosiaflare worked to rid herself of panic and exhaustion, or at least the appearance of it. Her breathing rapidly slowed and her eyes shone brighter than ever; controlled, almost overpowering fury drove the medicine cat to do more for her clan than she had supplies for. Starting swiftly to the back, she returned with a mound of goldenrod in her maw. She returned yet again for poppy seeds; many she had, though undeniably there were her last. Finally, cobwebs - possibly the most essential part in today's job - adorned her paws and head. She slid them off quickly and prepared herself for the night. "StarClan," she chanted softly, faithfully. But what had brought this disaster upon them!

Padding to the back of her den, she blinked slowly as an unfathomable light entered her eyes. She saw this through a puddle, a small puddle of water for those who wanted and couldn't get themselves a drink. Ambrosiaflare bent her head once and quietly licked at the water. Clean, ever fresh, pure...

"Please, kits and whoever may have the worst injuries come first!" she called gently, firmly. The authority in her tone was back. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Ambrosiaflare poised herself quietly on the ground and listened to Lunecry's explanation. "Bridgekit, is there something you may add?" the medicine cat asked, undeterred. She wanted all information at paw before a diagnosis - however little she knew about it - was reached. Softer, the feline mewed, "Any different hearing patterns? Any sudden vision changes, such as blurriness or complete loss of sight?" Gazing kindly at the kits, all seemed to be of normal make. And, suddenly, the symptoms seemed to come and make sense to her. "Hallucinations," Ambrosiaflare murmured, quiet so only Lunecry could hear. "I'm almost positive, for I'm unaware of anything else..."</blockquote>

<blockquote>ooc : Please don't PM me unless I haven't posted in a thread for 48 hours. Whenever I'm on and have time you can count I'll reply to this thread. :) I won't forget!

Ambrosiaflare nodded as the young female put an end to her tale. "The clan territories are no home for you," the feline mewed softly, truly. "If you were in the paws of another cat or clan things would have been... different. Much, much different, my dear." Instinctively her eyes scanned the clearing and a gently smile touched her lips. "You may regain the use of your leg - provided you listen and do as I say." Though her eyes were kind, there wasn't a joke with her next words; "You must be careful. Find yourself a caretaker or mate, and take a territory of your own. I will keep peace and protect you, as will Dreamstar and others that are wise; for the time being you're safe."

Nodding to Oaskmask, the feline smiled and blinked in approval. "You've saved a life today. Oakmask - please bring me a stick?" </blockquote>

<blockquote>ooc : Thanks, Firewind, that means a lot! She's one of my favorite characters because of her personality. :) And I'm not talking about you - I'm talking about Misty. She sent me a PM 20 minutes after she replied. ^_^

Ambrosiaflare smiled and nodded at Oakmask, glad to see the warrior eager to help a cat in need. 'Thank you," she murmured simply, binding the splint to the loner she-cat's leg. "Could you please retrieve me some cobwebs, too?"</blockquote>

Approved!

<blockquote>ooc : I know, Raven. ^_^ I made a thread in the medicine cat den that's titled 'Storm Injuries'. If everyone with cats that are capable of walking could report there that'd be great. It's much, much easier to treat everyone this way - otherwise I'll be treating the wrong cat for the wrong injury! :)

Foolish, the medicine cat confessed, how undeniably foolish she had been. The femme had thought a minute was there for her, a minute to escape and to gather cobwebs, for who knew how abundant her clanmates' injuries would be? She had made the trip in vain, though not entirely, for only a small mass of cobwebs were in her maw and at dispense.

Swiftly, Ambrosiaflare rushed to Pearlcloud at the sight of the warrior she-cat. The feline bound her patient's head and grabbed Pearlcloud by the scruff, taking care to appear effortless as the heavier warrior was soon lying safe in the medicine cat's den - her den.

This, too, she did with Silverfur, careful to keep the splinter in the warrior's shoulder from movement. She exhaled quietly and blinked, fatigued with the heavy work and wary as she thought of what awaited ahead. Quietly standing, Ambrosiaflare smiled briefly at her clan-mate. "I will pull this splinter out now," she murmured. "You'll be in shock and most likely lose much blood. However, collapse into the soft moss of my den. Don't be shy to swallow a poppy seed or two while I'm not there." The medicine cat frowned, though an encouraging light held in her eyes. With an abrupt, sudden gesture, a sheathed paw came firmly down on Silverfur's body. The splinter was out quickly, already on the ground near its former holder. The feline pressed the cobwebs delicately to the wound and urged the warrior on with a simple 'go.' </blockquote>

<blockquote>ooc : XD Go ahead, Firewind! Bring it on! And that's alright, Misty. :)

Ambrosiaflare dipped her head in grace and sat, awaiting his return. Her poise was flawless, as were her eyes; however, exhaustion silently reigned this she-cat's body and the feline would be glad for a moment to herself. Upon Oakmask's return, the medicine cat smiled and took the cobwebs in one swift movement. She worked to keep the splint in place and wrap the cobwebs tightly around the loner's leg. "The clans are neither safe nor merciful," she murmured to the young cat. "Bear that in mind."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ambrosiaflare listened intently as the siblings spoke amongst themselves. Slowly, the she-cat turned to Lunecry and began again with the questions. "Auntie Lunecry," the she cat murmured, familiarizing herself with the name. "Did she have this problem at Bridgekit's age?" The she-cat stood and walked to the tom-kit, an encouraging smile playing her lips. "It may be nothing," the feline mewed calmly, covering the troubled thoughts that ran amuck in her head. She turned to the other siblings and urged them to speak with a flick of her tail. "Do any of you suffer these... black spots? These hallucinations?" Dearly she hoped they hadn't - more kits needn't suffer their brother's problems. And there came the final question; "What do you see now, Bridgekit?"</blockquote>

<blockquote>ooc : I'm sorry I've been holding everyone up. :( It won't happen again - I almost forgot about this thread! The reason I couldn't reply was because I was at my dad's house and I've no longer got internet access there.

Geckopaw, fatigued with the four trips made to save Fernpaw's kits, had fallen into a sleepy stupor after dropping the remaining kit at Silvercloud's side. Softly spoken words lulled the tom-cat into a day-dream; however, what woke him was Benniejet's newest comment. "They are beautiful," he agreed, rising from the half-sleep with a quick shake of his head. He grinned apologetically, brushing his head briefly to Fernpaw's. "Are you okay?" Geckopaw asked her, worried.</blockquote>

Just to let you know, 14 moon cats have already reached maturity. :) They are no longer kits.

Other than that, one sentence in history, please!

There was no real invasion that happened between ThunderClan and ShadowClan. Could you please change that to something more minor? :)

Other than that, the bio is well done!

<blockquote>Wyvernkit stuck her tongue out to the older, 'weaker' kit and grinned. "Thankayoo, Ellun," the she-cat mewed softly, beaming. Surprisingly, the femme wanted Ellen to like and accept her, just as she did her mother. "Who's that?" Her young paw pointed delicately to Hawkkit.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ambrosiaflare nodded a thank you to the kit's flowered description. This had given her more enough information to put a diagnosis with the impairment this kit was suffering. "Lunecry," she murmured, her voice deliberately soft. "The other kits won't be afflicted if their vision isn't impaired at this point. I'm almost... positive of that." An unnatural, sad silence soon overtook the conversation. She stood and padded slowly to Lunecry, dipping her head in sympathy. "There's no treatment," she began, working to keep her composure. "His vision will all but fade at the start of his apprenticeship." Ambrosiaflare exhaled. "Either he will stay as he is or get worst. I'm sorry," she mewed. These words were meant only for her ears; she wanted Bridgekit's mother to deliver the news herself. The medicine cat pressed her flank to Lunecry's as the tears began to well in her eyes.</blockquote>

Yes, it is!

Approved. :)

<blockquote>"There," Ambrosiaflare murmured as the last of her work was finished. The loner's leg was bound securely - and, luckily, she had caught the wound early enough to prevent and stop infection in its tracks. "You may stay and rest here for a few days, Moth. Oakmask, please tell Dreamstar you've found and I've treated a young cat that doesn't belong to the clans. She'll know what to do in terms of escorting Moth out of camp."</blockquote>

<blockquote>OOC : At this point, I think Splotchkit would have already experienced the symptoms. However, I'm no genetics expert so you're best off talking to Wynn! :)

EDIT - I guess while I put off making this reply everyone did before me. XD

Ambrosiaflare's sapphirine gaze fell on Bridgekit; she nodded once to him, measuring the tom-cat with unfathomable eyes as she searched his expression for despair. "Bridgekit, you heard what I've said to your mother, and I feel for you," she mewed quietly, melodiously, talking to the kit as if he were her equal in moons. "If this was an inflicted impairment, or of this was given to him by claw, I would consider it's treatment. However, his condition isn't an acquired wound." She paused briefly, allowing her sad gaze to sweep the entire family before continuing. "I am sorry," she mewed simply, her words carrying the weight of an overruled anguish. There simply was nothing the medicine cat could do. For the smallest moment her composure was cut and the feline was nothing more than a grief-stricken apprentice. Oh, StarClan, how much it took out of her to hide this!

The feline padded to Bridgekit and smiled sadly. "I'd like to talk to you in private, Bridgekit, though perhaps not today." Ambrosiaflare worked to keep her tone quiet and reassuring. </blockquote>

<blockquote>Ambrosiaflare padded swiftly to the entrance of the den, momentary shock alighting her eyes at the sight of Fireflight. He had lost much blood from a large, uneven wound on his chest. The feline set to work at once.

Working fluidly, a chewed stalk of marigold soon adorned the tom-cat's wound. Without taking her eyes off her patient, the she-cat swathed a paw in cobwebs and made to wrap the tom-cat's neck with along with his chest. This would ensure the cobwebs would stay, as well as limit the movements of his body. The large warrior needed to keep still if he was to heal from a wound such as this.

Ambrosiaflare looked briefly at Pearlcloud and nodded, a sympathetic smile making way to her maw. "I bound her head earlier; however, I see my bindings are crimson," she mewed to Wintercloud, already making her way to his sister. Slicing the cobwebs in two, the medicine cat had turned half a stalk of the marigold into an infection-preventing poultice. Gently, the feline rasped her tongue that held the precious herb into Pearlcloud's wound. She then bundled it quickly with cobwebs, working hard to keep her patient's discomfort minimal. Fireflight and Pearlcloud both would need poppy seeds at their awakening.

The medicine cat next turned her head to the small, trembling kitten. Immediately Ambrosiaflare stuck a few poppy seeds to her paw and padded reassuringly to the young kit. She pressed her flank gently to the kit's, pushing her paw that'd been covered in poppy seeds to Ivorykit's mouth. "Shh," the medicine cat murmured softly, smoothly. "You're safe, little one. Eat these, please." The medicine cat's demeanor only softened as the kit shook.</blockquote>

Welcome Rainbow, if I may call you that. :)

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to throw a message my way. I'd love to chat and RP with you if we ever get the chance!

<blockquote>Ambrosiaflare smiled and murmured a thank you to Oakmask as he left her den. He seemed like a genuine tom-cat with good intentions; the medicine cat appreciated his drive and offers to help.

"Well, there are four original clans: ThunderClan, RiverClan, ShadowClan, and WindClan. Each clan has a leader, the cat whom guides others and makes the important decisions. A deputy is the leader's helper; he or she is next in position to claim the leader spot if the leader passes away. The medicine cat is the spot I hold; we take care of the sick and are the primary communicators with StarClan. Medicine cats are the only cats in the clans forbidden to have kits." The young, beautiful feline paused her words and turned to look at the loner. "I know how to heal you simply because I've used the method of trial and error many, many times. StarClan had given me the knowledge and I had to find the best way to make use of it."</blockquote>