Quotes About Healing

Brackenfur's purring faltered and his eyes looked troubled. "You should have been with me," he murmured, gently nosing her injured leg. "No, I'm fine as I am," Cinderpaw insisted. "You'll have to be a warrior for both of us. And I'll have to settle for being the greatest medicine cat this forest has ever seen!

A little pain can be useful, as it will help me judge how well she is healing. - Spottedleaf

Leafpaw winced; how could Mothwing believe that the only task of a medicine cat was to heal?

All battles leave deep wounds, whether you can see them or not. And wounds take time to heal. You know that, Dovewing. Don't give up hope.

Clear Sky's shoulders drooped. "I just want us to be together, like we used to be. Fluttering Bird wants it too." Thunder felt a surge of sympathy. Was his father still grieving for the young sister he'd lost? "What if you're wrong?" "I'm not.

Leafpool remembered how he had shown infinite patience with Brightheart after the she-cat had been attacked by the dogs, and needed to learn a whole

Not so fast, Tigerclaw!" Spottedleaf placed her paw over Tigerclaw's sharp talon and gently moved it away. "This apprentice needs to keep as still as possible until the cut has healed. We don't want him opening his wound by jumping about trying to please you. Leave him alone.

Sh-she's broken a hind leg

With this life, I give you forgiveness." Ice seemed to grip Tigerheart's body, freezing him rigid until he could hardly breathe. Pain streaked through him, like stone cracking. And then suddenly it eased, and warmth bathed him once more as Yellowfang went on. "Forgiveness will give you more power than vengeance will ever bring.

Leafpaw felt a tingle spread through her fur. She remembered her own conviction, back when she had been little more than a kit, that it was right for her to heal and comfort her Clanmates, and to interpret the signs of StarClan for them. Has Mothwing felt the same? Leafpaw wondered. Could she have felt the same, if she was not Clanborn? Even Yellowfang, the medicine cat before Cinderpelt, had been forestborn, though ThunderClan had not been the Clan of her birth.

There's no herb to heal a broken heart," she murmured. "Only time will do that.

Medicine cat' means nothing on its own, without an understanding of what should be done--which isn't always what you first think.

Marigold stops infection. Coltsfoot eases breathing. Poppy seed soothes pain and shock and brings sleep.

A plant similar to sorrel. The leaf can be chewed up and applied

Every cat knew that not many moons had passed since Squirrelflight and Leafpool had been gravely injured in a rockslide. Leafpool had died, and Squirrelflight had nearly died, her spirit walking in StarClan as her body healed. In part, it was her love for Bramblestar, and his for her, that had drawn her back into the living world.

Many days had passed since the stoats had attacked the WindClan camp. Most of the injured cats had recovered, though Crowfeather still felt a twinge of pain when he put his weight on his wounded hind leg. Leafpool and Mothwing had returned to their own Clans and now sat close to the Great Oak with their fellow medicine cats.

It was hard to believe that the injured she-cat had recovered from a bout of greencough that had killed Toadstep, Icecloud, and Hazeltail.

Bramblestar will get sick, and it will seem that nothing can cure him." "Bramblestar!" Shadowpaw gasped. "No! He's a great leader. He never did anything wrong.

Puddleshine

Bramblestar will need something to eat if he's to recover from this . . . whatever it is

Cinderpelt, are you ready to look after the wounded?

jay-feather

All battles leave deep wounds, whether you can see them or not. And wounds take time to heal.

You mean you have a cat who looks after you when you're hurt or ill?