private ୧ ‧₊˚🩹⋅ Too feeble to let go | Marblepaw ⋅˚₊

[Amberhaze]

⚛︎₊˚‧ To say he felt under the weather was an understatement, the way Amberhaze had to borderline drag himself across the sleet dusted camp only one of many signs that he was concerningly ill. As was customary but undoubtedly heightened this particular Leafbare, he and his clanmates spent most of their waking moments toiling about their shadowed territory quickly frozen over by icy winds in hopes of finding something- anything- that might provide themselves with even an ounce of relief from the plight that plagued them. He was always at the forefront of these endeavors, his resolve brought on by an almost animalistic desire- or perhaps instinct- to survive by any means necessary being the sole force that drove him forward, even to his own detriment. Overpreparation and obsession over one thing meant the neglect of another, for it would taste a lie for him to say he had expected to be rendered useless by disease.

Now he trudged along, his gait unsteady as he stumbled groggily into the medicine cats den in search of some relief for the symptoms that only seemed to worsen as the days progressed. What had initially been nothing more than a simple chill quickly devolved into full blown whitecough, his hacking of phlegm setting his tender throat ablaze and causing his trembling body to convulse with the strain. His nose was never dry, a continuous stream of green-tinted snot almost always present, and when accompanied with a pair of dull wet eyes streaming with irritation, it was quite a grotesque sight. The gangly tom didn't even have the energy to worry about his appearance nor care for it, his energy sapped from him almost entirely.

His voice was hoarse as he called out into the dimly lit space, his voice hardly able to carry itself further than a paw length through the air through the strain. "H-Hello...? Starlingheart...? Muh-Marblep-paw? ...Anyone...?" He trailed off as he felt another violent scratching sensation wringing itself around inside his neck, prompting him to sink onto his haunches with a series of rancid coughing and wheezing.

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  AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 19 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.

 

[MARBLEPAW]

Marblepaw hasn't felt well since her first ill-fated patrol into the blizzard; it is not surprising to hear Amberhaze's voice tremble into the medicine cat's den. The pale tabby's eyes are filmy with illness; she staggers to her paws from her nest, her head pounding like someone has sank a full set of claws into her skull. She ambles closer to the dark-pelted warrior, her jaws parted to scent... something... but she can hardly distinguish his defeated scent from the waves of sickness radiating from her own haggard breath.

"Come in. Starlingheart will be back soon." She lifts a forepaw and coughs wetly into the pads. "You look as awful as I feel, Amberhaze." Her moss-colored gaze settles on the ooze settled in the cracks of his nose, the wheeze his breath makes upon exhale.

She sighs; there's a forlorn note to it. "We never should've gone out in the snow like that, huh? I think all of us came down with something... I just wish I knew what it was..." Marblepaw fixes him with a sympathetic look. "What're your symptoms?"

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 11 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.

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[Amberhaze]

⚛︎₊˚‧ Amberhaze could see his own glassy gaze and nose dappled with sickly condensation reflected on the features of Marblepaw as she leaned closer to him in her attempt to pinpoint the scent of illness wafting from his maw left slightly agape. It appears it was of no use despite how woozy the smell of disease would have made a cat with their senses still intact, as she would soon give up and resort to asking him to list off what he had been experiencing.

He swallowed with a great deal of effort, his face contorting with renewed effort as he began to croak whatever words he was able to manage before the sting raking his vocal chords became too much to bear. "Um...C-Cough. Wheeze. C-Can't breathe. Pain in- in my th-throat...Weak a-and...and c-cold. Ugh..." Quickly turning away from Marblepaw, he allowed another series of hellish choking to seize his hunched figure, his lungs rattling beneath a hollow chest. "S-Sorry... I-I probably...sh-should have j-just...uh- r-rested..." Amberhaze admitted his fault with a weak smile devoid of any genuine amusement- it was more of a confession to disobeying what was recommended of him rather than a lighthearted remark, after all- and it was impossible to find a silver lining in anything given the current state of their clan. But then again, when did their clan ever experience anything but hardship? It was their curse, now until forever. Starclan played favorites, it would seem, and Shadowclan had never been one of them.

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  AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 19 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.

 

[MARBLEPAW]

Marblepaw listens to him list his symptoms with an expression of visible dread. Cough. Check. Wheezing. Yep. Throat pain, fever... They sigh, their whiskers trembling with the motion. "I'm the one who led that patrol out into the storm. For once, I'll let you blame me for this." She tries for a smile, but it's crooked.

"Well, Amberhaze, there's good news and bad news." She wraps her tail around her paws, suppressing the shivers that threaten to send her spasming. "The good news is, I'm pretty sure you've got the same thing I've got, and I'm not dead yet." She sniffles and wipes her nose. "The bad news is, I don't know what it is or how to treat it. But I can give you some honey for your throat."

She whisks around, busying her paws by pressing a bit of moss into an oozing honeycomb. She passes it to Amberhaze with an apologetic smile. "Lick this. It'll help you feel better until Starlingheart gets here."

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 11 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.

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[Amberhaze]

⚛︎₊˚‧ The sigh that escaped the lips of the younger medicine cat did not bode well, and it only seemed to get worse as a string of words began to spill from her mouth. Things pertaining to her guilt over being the reason why so many of her clanmates had fallen ill, the illness they had and how she had little to no knowledge about what it was or how to treat it, and finally the suggestion of honey to soothe Amberhaze's tattered throat- probably the least concerning of all the topics listed, and yet anxiety prevailed all the same.

"Y-Yeah- good thing...we're not...dead." He attempted to match her lighthearted comment, but it fell short as his voice hitched and his eyes momentarily regained their focus with the assistance of horror alone. He would dip his head to take hesitant laps of the honey soaked moss, at first treating it as if it might explode. But as the gentle and sweet flavor blossomed on his dry tongue, he would nearly tear the ball apart in his eagerness to suck out every last drop. He left behind nothing more than a smashed pile of damp green in his wake, tongue swiping greedily against his muzzle to clear away whatever still stuck to him.

"Thank you..." His good graces were no more than a whimper, his orbs once again fading beneath a hazy veil as silence overtook the space between them. It seemed like he had to really focus just to formulate a single sentence, and there were so many more than just one he wished to express. Clearing his throat, he would try to go on. "Um- it- it's not your fault, you know. A-About everyone b-being sick." He blinked at her with what he hoped came off as something reassuring and not like a scared animal. "You were- j-just doing what was...was best f-for the clan. Y-You meant well, g-going out there in- in this cold. You- um- your heart w-was in the- r-right place." Amberhaze's grimace deepened with every word, willing himself not to delve into a renewed flurry of coughing and hacking with the efforts of keeping his voice clear enough to be heard amidst a stuffy nose and a dripping throat. "There's n-nothing to blame y-you for...no blame t-to be cast at all, really. Just the weather, haha..."

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  AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 19 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.