Quotes About Medicine

Goosefeather appeared from the gorse tunnel and padded straight to his den. He didn't even stop to ask how Leopardfoot was. Bluefur pressed back the urge to rake his muzzle with her claws. He's supposed to be the Clan medicine cat, for StarClan's sake!

Ooh, bossy medicine cat!" Sparkpaw exclaimed. "Have you been taking politeness lessons from Jayfeather?

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

There were little white things called pills.

You must be hungry," Goosefeather went on. "Go get something to eat." He glanced at Featherwhisker. "You may as well go, too, and while you're at the fresh-kill pile, you can bring me back a morsel to eat. I've had a busy morning." Bluefur glanced around at the clearing. It was scattered with herbs lying amid fallen leaves, and a patch of grass was flattened in one corner where the sun pooled. It was the exact shape of a plump medicine cat. Busy? Huh.

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.

Crowfeather: Leafpool, I know you feel the same as I do. Somehow we have to be together. Leafpool: But I'm a medicine cat, and I'm from another clan. There isn't any future for us Crowfeather. Crowfeather: Leafpool, do you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you? Leafpool: Yes, I do.

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

That's not true. Firestar and I never discovered what we might have meant to each other," she mewed at last. "I was alive in the forest for such a short time after he came to ThunderClan. But I know for sure"—her voice grew more intense—"that he and I could never have been mates. I was and always will be a medicine cat. That comes first, more than any cat who walks the forest, more even than Firestar.

Troutclaw says there's going to be a new deputy! And Mudfur's going to be a medicine cat." Sedgepaw rolled her eyes. "Why does all the good stuff happen when I'm in dirtplace?

Tigerclaw stared in disbelief. Was the life of his son dependent on an ancient medicine cat and an arrogant kittypet

You can't have two medicine cat apprentices!

That was an interesting night," Mudfur meowed. "RiverClan now has the youngest deputy and the oldest medicine cat apprentice.

Mothwing turned to the other medicine cats. "We need to talk. Not you," she added to Shadowsight. "I think it's best if you stay out of this.

As a bitter leaf-bare season descends on the lake territories, the five warrior cat Clans face moons of cold and darkness—and far worse, the voices of their ancestors in StarClan have grown dim and silent. Only one medicine cat apprentice still hears them, in a strange vision that warns of a looming shadow within their borders. One that may threaten the warrior code itself.

Medicine cat, wise you are, and such you know. Care for your Clanmates you can without walking in their thoughts and dreams. Let those hidden be from your sight." Midnight reached Dovewing, and she felt a blast of stinking breath around her muzzle. "Small warrior, many dangers there are in a world when you are blind and deaf. But eyes and ears you have still. Use them as your Clanmates do.

Cinderpelt, are you ready to look after the wounded?

Her pelt prickling with frustration, Hollykit pushed her way through the brambles and raced back to the nursery. She had just discovered how she wanted to serve her Clan, how to make sure that what she did really mattered. She wanted to be the next ThunderClan medicine cat!

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God is himself a vast medicine for man. It is the heart of God that carries restoration, inspiration, aspiration, and final victory.

Joy is more divine than sorrow; for joy is bread, and sorrow is medicine.

Love is the medicine of all moral evil. By it the world is to be cured of sin.

God puts the excess of hope in one man, in order that it may be a medicine to the man who is despondent.