testing. testing. [stork x rat]

[Pyro]

Alright. This time he definitely had it. Ratnose and he had been working on the properties of milkweed juice for a few days now and Storkflower was positive that this time he had the right combo to negate the vomiting and stomachaches that occurred whenever Ratnose ingested it. The juice looked and even smelled so similar to milk, that Storkflower was confident that if he could find a way to stop the vomiting, he could use it to aid injured or sick kits. He had not met a kit so far that took medicine without complaint, and there was not enough honey readily available for him to dose all consumable herbs in it. Besides, they'd already found that honey was particularly good for sore throats: a symptom of greencough, and that was a slightly better use for what limited supply they had. The milkweed juice was as bitter as most of the herbs in his stock, but he could negate the flavor with far less honey than was needed to coat several leaves. Today's remedy featured that milkweed juice, the tiniest smidgeon of honey, crushed cloves for the vomiting, anise for the cramps, and belladonna as a supplement to the anise. They hadn't used belladonna too much in their studies, so he figured he might as well attempt to kill two birds with one paw swipe. There was yarrow within reach as always, in case things started to go too far south to wait out. Carefully, he mixed the herbs together with the juice, creating a...soup of sorts, for lack of a better word, in a small depression in a rock. The dust and small bits of the crushed cloves turned the white juice a light brown, while the anise and the belladonna...Okay, so it didn't look like fresh rabbit, but medicine wasn't always pretty, and it didn't have to be if it worked. He couldn certainly put herbs in a fresh rabbit though. Nourish and treat his patients at the same time. Oh yes, just look at him. Acting like he knew what he was doing. Ha. If he really knew what he was doing, he wouldn't have to act or test in the first place. And honestly, maybe he wouldn't be so...different. But he didn't know what he was doing half the time. And he did have to act. The less comfortable cats felt around him and in the medicine den, the better, because there was less of a chance of him making a mistake that could cost someone their life. Hmph, well, enough of that. They'd better get the tests over with before Cinderpaw came back. "Alright Ratnose, it's done." the lanky black and white tom stood aside, gesturing at the rock with his head. "This might be it." [bg=f9fdd9][atrb=width,467,true] [atrb=border,0,true]