Quotes About Medicine

The StarClan spirit went on watching as the two medicine cats trudged on up the moorland slope, their figures slowly dwindling into the distance until they crossed the crest of the hill and vanished.

No!" Leafpool bristled. She stared at Hollypaw. "I thought you could help Cinderpaw get some gentle exercise." She emphasized gentle as though she were teaching Hollypaw a new word. "Of course!" Hollypaw kneaded the ground. "Stay in the clearing," Leafpool ordered. She glanced at Cinderpaw. "And be careful!" "She's acting like a badger with sore stripes!" Hollypaw whispered as Leafpool padded back to the medicine den.

Feverfew," Jaypaw mewed. "Good for aches, especially headaches." He turned away, adding, "But it's no good to us now because the flower won't be out for another moon." Why was she treating him like a mouse-brained idiot? How many times did he have to prove himself?

Burdock root?" Leafpaw heard her mentor scramble to her paws, and a heartbeat later Cinderpelt poked her head out of the den. "What do you want that for? Come on, Leafpaw, what do we use burdock root for?" "Rat bites, Cinderpelt," Leafpaw meowed.

could not stop the words from tumbling out even though he knew the old medicine cat's breathing had faded into everlasting silence. Yellowfang was dead.

To Alderheart's surprise, it actually was watermint.

The StarClan spirit went on watching as the two medicine cats trudged on up the moorland slope, their figures slowly dwindling into the distance until they crossed the crest of the hill and vanished. "Yes." The word was breathed out on a sigh of satisfaction. "Shadowpaw, your name will be remembered for as long as the Clans survive.

She had never doubted her decision to give her life to StarClan and tread a medicine cat's solitary path—but suddenly she couldn't help wondering if she was missing something.

Frostpaw felt her fear ebb and she leaned gratefully into Duskfur's shoulder. A vast wave of relief enveloped her as Mothwing dipped her head to Duskfur. "No," the medicine cat meowed. "We can't put Frostpaw through that right now. I know that you won't want to hear this, but . . ." She paused and took a deep breath. "It's time to tell the other Clans. We need help.

Mapleshade buried her muzzle in the soft, damp fur of her kits. "These kits are my gift to the whole of ThunderClan," she murmured. "I will thank StarClan for them every day for the rest of my life." The medicine cat touched her lightly with the tip of his tail. "And ThunderClan thanks you," he meowed. As will RiverClan, Mapleshade added silently. The feud over Sunningrocks will be forgotten when

To truly be a medicine cat lies in a cat's heart, and all its five senses. You must be braver than warriors, wiser than a Clan leader, humbler than the tiniest kit, more willing to learn than any apprentice. . . .

I don't use deathberries," she murmured. She began to pick through a pile of coltsfoot. "ShadowClan medicine cats keep them," she added. "They teach their apprentices how to use them." Her voice was thick, as though a dark memory filled her mind. "But I won't teach you.

Comfrey for bones, cobweb for bleeding, nettle for swelling, thyme for shock . . .

Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your true name as a medicine cat. Shadowpaw, from this moment you will be known as Shadowsight.

Singing is probably the better medicine than half the stuff they sell in pill bottles, and it's cheaper, too.

Singing when no one else is around is always good. I especially like belters. Good, loud singing is probably better medicine than half the stuff they sell in pill bottles, and it's cheaper, too. I also think people should never turn down an opportunity to hold a baby. There's something about the feel of a new baby in your arms that just fixes you.

now had a cure for all forms of cancer, which had eradicated the disease in a matter of weeks.

Mrs. Gittel told him, "They should bottle you like medicine…

And where was the support for that kind of preparation? There are all kinds of medicines and medical devices and clinics and even hospice care to prolong life and make it as easeful as possible—but who helps you to really prepare for it, philosophically? Who teaches you how to embrace it? Is there anyone out there who really does that?

Having virtually invented a paid profession and being almost exclusively available to the rich, doctors were suspect to the working class.

Herr Altenburg, I can't; I have vertigo.' And Marek looked at him: 'All right - I'll get the chemist to fix me something.

With a Catholic mother and a Muslim father, I've always had a great interest in religion, but I've never practiced one myself. After I received a diagnosis of an aggressive form of leukemia at the age of 22, I put my faith in medicine.

Fortunately, most religious people accept medicine as a gift from God and reap the benefits of both realms.

When the FDA forces an old drug off the market, patients have very little say in the matter. Patients have even less of a say when the FDA chooses not to approve a new drug. Instead, we are supposed to rely on the FDA's judgment and be grateful. But can the FDA really make a choice that is appropriate for everyone? Of course not.