camp A BITING WIND [sick]

[FALCONHEART]

𓍊𓋼 The blizzard that's raged outside for days has kept its claws out of Falconheart, for the most part. As his clanmates grow sick and are forced into bedrest, he perseveres, if only because he must. He pushes himself to exhaustion, day in and day out, refusing to laze around while ThunderClan suffers through the chill of a blizzard raging around them and the stress of recovering from a double-pronged attack. Bugpaw and Littlepaw are allowed more rest in camp—not that Bugpaw seeks his presence so much anymore—while he continuously sets out into the territory to search for whatever resources he can scrounge up.

He wakes up with a sore throat and a pounding in his head. His body aches, and he rises from his nest more slowly than usual, taking care not to make his discomfort obvious. But just as he leaves the warriors' den, a coughing fit hits him, and he's left attempting to soothe the scraping of every cough against his throat. His chest hurts with it, but he turns to look at the first concerned clanmate who approaches him. "I'm fine," he assures them. They don't seem convinced, so he continues on. "No, really, I'm all good. Just a little cough, that's all." The excuse is followed up by a very much not-little cough, one that claws its way through his chest. It's then trailed by a series of hacking coughs that leave him wheezing, paws trembling against the cold dirt. The force of it nearly sends him slumping back onto his haunches, but he manages to stay standing, and finally he tips his head to weakly glare up at the cat before him.

heaven knows 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 how hard i’ve tried

• ooc: dude got whitecough but is trying to power through it
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• FALCONHEART ❯❯ he/him, thunderclan warrior
  ⭃ shorter than average cream tabby with white spotting. seems gloomy and has few friends, but is a hard worker and never neglects his duties.
  ⭃ son of flamestar and flycatcher ; brother to stormfeather, ravenpaw, bugpaw, sunpaw, squirrelpaw, sparrowpaw
  ⭃ mentoring bugpaw & littlepaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[leafhusk]

everyone's getting sick. it's so gross. thank the stars she never walked the path of a medicine cat, she would have quit at the second mucus-y cough. her own chest feels heavy after a quick venture in the blizzard, but she'll bother gentlestorm later. it's whatever.

"are you sick?" she had asked falconheart accusingly, staring intensely at how sick-like his face appeared. it's not uncommon for their warriors to wake up with symptoms of whitecough, especially this time of the year. leafhusk takes a hearty step back from him, jaw going slack for a brief second when he nearly hacks up a lung, and almost falling over in the process.

"you're sick." she says, nose scrunching up as she steps away from him like he's highly contagious. "go see gentlestorm, i'm not about to get sick because you insist on working."

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[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw's ears flick toward the sound of coughing before she spots Falconheart, his cream fur disheveled and his breath rattling in his chest. She freezes, her sharp orange-and-blue gaze narrowing as she takes in the sight of him. Leafhusk's exasperated tone only confirms what Scarletpaw already knows: Falconheart is definitely not fine.

"Seriously?" She mutters, stepping closer but keeping her distance from the sick tom. "You're not fooling anyone, Falconheart. You look worse than half the cats in the medicine den right now." Her tone carries a note of irritation, but beneath it lies a thread of unease she can't entirely mask. She turns her attention to Leafhusk, her tail lashing once against the frozen ground. He's not going to see Gentlestorm on his own, she very nearly says. Not unless someone drags him there. She fixes the warrior again with a pointed stare, arching a brow.

"You're not helping anyone like this, you know," She continues sharply. "If you collapse out there, someone's going to have to come after you. Is that what you want?" Mouthing off to a warrior isn't what she normally does, but Scarletpaw really, really doesn't want him to do it. Perhaps, somewhere buried beneath her sharp tongue, she's actually worried about her clanmate. Her claws flex briefly into the dirt before she lets out a short sigh.
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[Palefire]

With the aggressive and abrupt way the blizzard had descended on them, it wasn't a surprise that almost half the clan had come down with whitecough. Regardless of how bad the weather got, they were still struggling to feed their population with significantly less territory and an early frost to compete with. There was no room for staying in their nests, waiting out the storm. Unfortunately, it left Gentlestorm and Hopepaw with far more work and too few herbs in the face of a long leaf-bare.

Palefire herself had fallen ill after a particularly harsh hunting patrol, as had Ivorypaw, so they'd been taking things slow for the past few days. But apart from the irritating cough that would not leave her alone, the warrior felt relatively strong. The same couldn't be said for Falconheart, who looked about like he was going to drop dead in the middle of camp any second now. Her gaze narrowed as she watched him keel over in a fit from across the clearing, before he tried brushing the incident off and going about his business.

Typical. As concerning as his current condition appeared to be, she had to admire his determination. Most cats would welcome the excuse to stay in their nests a little while longer. The lynx-point huffed amusedly as she strode over to the speckled tabby, though Leafhusk and Scarletpaw beat her to the punch, already scolding the poor tom by the time she reached them. It was almost comical, seeing him swarmed by stern mollies barking at him to take care of himself. She might've laughed, even, but Falconheart was seized by another violent burst of coughing, his legs visibly trembling with the effort to keep him standing.

Her pace quickened until she reached his side, brushing past Leafhusk and Scarletpaw to press her shoulder against his for support. The help may not be welcome, but it was obviously needed. "As noble as your efforts are, they're right. You look terrible," she murmured as she attempted to steer him away, her tone light but firm. "Let's get you to Gentlestorm. I'll come with you." The others may be afraid of catching whatever he had, and rightly so given their rapidly shrinking numbers, but she was already infected and more than happy to escort him to the medicine den if that was what it took. They couldn't risk losing a capable warrior for the sake of pride or stubbornness.

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  PALEFIRE ♡ she / her, warrior of thunderclan, 20 moons
  ⭃ lh lilac lynx point w/ low white and blue eyes
  ⭃ single, crushing on no one / npc x npc
  ⭃ mentoring meadowpaw & ivorypaw / mentored by nightbird
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / all opinions ic
  ⭃ underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots.