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──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He still recovers from yellowcough, freed of its grasp, but not yet the wounds left from a reluctantly relinquished reign over his body. Even so, when Sunstar bids him to walk, he does— and though the truth of their journey no doubt evades and worries their children, Cottonsprig...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He opens his eye. Not to a clanmate's back, or the dirt-packed wall of a badger's den, but a starry lea. Clear skies and jeweled meadows fall away from memory, outstripped, outshone by undiluted and unrestrained starlight that banishes even the scarcest of shadows. He expects a...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He frowns, the mirth fading from the corners of his mouth and eye. Very, she says, earnest and serious, and Wolfsong— he had not meant to worry her so, or any of his children, but he realizes how unavoidable that is in a time like this. She seems quite cagey and anxious, but as...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He is still not entirely convinced that Cottonsprig is flesh and blood, not starry dream. Even after she touches his face, he tells himself it is not beyond the breadth of StarClan's power to visit him so vividly. She tells him that he is alive, too, still among their clanmates—...

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──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── It is an unpleasant jaunt through his memory, recalling when yellowcough first overtook WindClan. Not only did so many clanmates perish before his helpless paws, but many others left on a perilous journey that there was no guarantee they would return from, StarClan-ordained or not...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He has his moments of clarity, most often when Sunstar comes to visit him, but fewer as the sickness takes root. The lungwort is not preventative, and yellowcough will have its noxious due before the lungwort ushers it from the borders of his creaking chest. He shudders through...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He is not quite aware of time's passage, but the next occasion that he drags his eyelid open, there is a new figure in the den's mouth, standing tall and bright like fire, resplendent. And then the figure moves, stepping deeper inside, gait immediately recognizable to Wolfsong. He...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Tigersting's voice is a welcome one. More than welcome, in fact, and despite his weary paws and heavy head, he is quick to smile at his burnished daughter as she crosses camp toward him. He is ever complaisant where his dear ones are involved, most especially his children, and he...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── It is an ill ambience in the badger set. Though many are recovering, sniffles, coughs, and wet breaths rise to the den's ceiling and join the dying gasps of last yellowcough's victims. Somewhere in the dirt is Quietcrow's final whisper, and each lung's creaking exhale before then...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He might have suspected this eventuality, but after yellowcough swept through WindClan the first time, Wolfsong was completely untouched. It was easy to assume the same now, that perhaps StarClan extended some protection for WindClan's remaining medicine cat. With Cottonsprig...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He fully intends to return with all due haste, and even considers foregoing a little caution by leaving his clanmates behind in order to travel more quickly. But as the Gathering concludes and the clans begin their departure, he hears his name called over the throng of shuffling...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── They were doing well, he thought. The first time yellowcough found them, it devoured WindClanners while Wolfsong was helpless to watch. What herbs could alleviate certain symptoms could not undo the strain that the plague wrung their bodies into, and this time, Wolfsong has been...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── His jaw tightens before he reminds himself that Quietcrow is simply ill, that his mind is affected by the plague that is known to wreak havoc on one's senses. "You do not know what you ask of me," he says eventually, fighting back the terseness from his voice as he shuffles a dose...

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He does not feel well when Sunstar calls the clan to gather. It is easy to brush it off as simple fatigue caused by frequent treks between camp and the badger set, as well as attempts to scour for any lungwort defying the still-warm weather. Wolfsong sighs and lifts a paw to...