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Post by Kaeldra on Jun 19, 2023 1:48:26 GMT
Cecil || he/him || 29 moons While Cecil had been a bit worried about how the journey might go – travelling for StarClan knows how long with one hyperactive she-cat and two prickly healers – it hadn't been too bad, all things considered. They had gathered as promised by the catmint bush, and headed out without much extra fanfare.
Despite Juniper’s knowledge of their general target, they weren’t exactly hurrying through the woods. Cecil, mindful of the fact their two companions were a fair bit older than Piper and himself, had suggested that perhaps they save their energy and take it slow, with frequent rest stops and chances to fill their bellies before moving on. After all, StarClan wouldn’t want them to run themselves ragged in the process of fulfilling the prophecy. Right?
And of course, the flame point tom was taking every opportunity to pick Juniper and Cyril’s minds for knowledge. He knew little bits, from his time with the starry she-cat that appeared in his dreams, but those sessions were always far too short and too much time passed between them for his liking. Now he was able to ask as many questions as his heart desired, much to Piper’s chagrin.
Juniper, though, was surprisingly receptive to his pestering. He listened as she described how to treat a thorn in the paw somewhere as muddy as the marshes. He knew the importance of keeping a wound from becoming infected, but it had never occurred to him that different environments might change how a cat achieved that.
“Can the poultice stay on until the paw is healed? Or would it need to be changed often to keep it clean as well? How often would you change it?” Cecil’s whiskers twitched with curiosity as they padded along. “How long does it usually take for a thorn in the paw to heal, anyway?” He directed the questions at both Cyril and Juniper, even though the grey she-cat had been the one to give the initial lesson.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Piper give an exaggerated sigh. He knew she must feel bored, all this talk about leaves and poultices, everything she wasn’t the least bit interested in.
"Can I run ahead a bit?" The ruddy she-cat asked, looking at the three of them with pleading eyes. It was clear she was growing restless from their sedate pace, and needed to burn off some energy. "I promise I won't go far, and I'll be careful this time. I'll be back faster than you can say mouse!"
Unsure about letting her go off into the undergrowth on her own, Cecil frowned. He turned to Cyril and Juniper. Did they think she would be safe here?
"Well..."
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