a partial reconstruction | collapse

[SNOWGLARE]

જ➶ The haze of the smog is overbearing. The heat burdening his ghostly frame. The wraith lifts his head up attempting to try and focus as his gentle pants fill the air. He has lost count of how many times he has raced to the pool to get water, to soak the moss. Now he stands there disorientated and mind not fuctioning. What is he doing? His head swings to the side as he looks back to the water. Is he drinking? It's so hot so maybe that is plausible. A good drink might cool him down. Paw lifting a wetness bumps the appendage and causes him to look down. Moss. What is that doing there? His thoughts keep swimming as he tries to focus. Then the world shifts and before he realizes it he is on the ground. Smoke swirls arouns him as he pants in a desperate bid to keep himself cool. His eyes slide halfway closed as he looks up at what should be the sky but there is nothing but ash and the searing heat of the flames so close to the camp.

The camp.

That is why he is out here. He remembers, to get watered moss to stop the flames. But he can't seem to move anymore. It's so hot and he just wants to rest for a little while. All he can taste is the soot in the air and then he just closes his eyes. Just for a moment and then he will try to get up again. Keep working...just later on.​

 

[Quietcrow]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ He never would have thought he’d miss the cold, snowy days of leaf-bare. The constant heat lately left no room to escape its grasp; from the breeze to the earth below, it was hot. A loud thud from behind him caused the apprentice to stop and go back to find the source of the noise. He looked around for a rabbit or bird, not expecting to find his clanmate. Asleep?

“Snowglare?” Quietpaw called out, putting his moss down next to the other one. His tail twitches anxiously after being met with no response, fearing for the worst. He gently nudged the other with his nose, trying to wake Snowglare. His eyes widen; they are burning up. “Are you okay?”His voice was hoarse, and very panicked.“Okay,, don’t move,, I’m going to,, get someone.”

Quietpaw didn’t want to assume the other was dead, just in a really, really good sleep. Despite all the running he’d done throughout the day to get water, he took off looking for @WOLFSONG, @cottonpaw, or anyone else who could wake Snowglare up.

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  Quietpaw — he/him ･ 8 moons ･ apprentice, Windclan ･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  A timid mostly black tom with white markings on his chest and backTags ​

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Exhaustion haunts them all. Though the cats who remained in WindClan are not their wounded or fragile, the toll of smoke and heat tax even the stoutest of bodies. In truth, he is not surprised that one of their warriors has collapsed. As he answers Quietpaw's summons, Wolfsong bears both water and chamomile. His sole eye rests on Snowglare's clearly fatigued sprawl, his pale fur soot-stained and pawpads undoubtedly sore from exertion. He grimaces, but smooths the expression away soon after for Quietpaw's sake; he would not distress the apprentice further, especially when it is likely Snowglare will recover.

First, he must cool the overtaxed warrior down, and he sets about draping precious moss across the most delicate areas, where the cool water may reach vital organs faster. "Rest, Quietpaw. Catch your breath— I won't have you collapsing as Snowglare has."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge.
  — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know; he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel."
  — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you.
  — ★★★☆☆ KITTING: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you.
  — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[LAVENDERTWIST]

She was tired more than ever before. Waking to screams and charcoal skies had put the young molly in a mad dash to do what she could. Being one of the handful of clanmates able to withstand it had been a harrowing task. Now with moss clenched between fangs and pelt a dirty mess she slunk low and moved as fast as her legs would go. Just as she began to find the line for the pool her gaze is diverted to three frames.

One collapsed and two hovering above and near them. Oh no! Switching course the pale moggy catches up to Quiet paw's side with wide blue eyes. Dropping her own bundle she pants audibly and asks through her heavy breaths. "C-can I be of any help to ya'll?" She tries to hold down the wavering panic climbing it's way up her throat. Snowglare didn't appear to be dead but for all she knew could very well be. ​

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