camp ATONEMENT ✧ sick

[iciclefang]

[ tw: description of stomach sickness ]

It’s not the call of a dawn patrol that causes Iciclefang to shift in her nest this morning. Weak, pale morning sunlight filters through the gaps in the weavery arching over the warrior’s den, but she’s cold, feeling none of its artificial leafbare warmth. She moves, aiming to cuddle closer into her bed of moss; almost absently, she touches her nose to the stone Stormywing had given her, feeling a modicum of heat stir in her chest at the contact. It’s a sore replacement for the warmth of her mate’s tabby body curled next to her, but it’s all she has… and it makes her feel a little better, a little more connected, for the moment.

The heat doesn’t fade, though, as it normally does—it shoots up her face, making it itch beneath its marbled fur. “Foxdung,” she hisses. As her mouth opens, brine fills it, her stomach beginning to cramp and roil with upset.

Wobbly, she rises, padding stiffly out of the warrior’s den and into camp. She pads to the edge, to a clump of reeds that offers at least less visibility, and empties the contents of her stomach onto the sandy floor.

“What did I eat,” she groans, feebly scraping earth over the sickness with a shaking paw. She feels better now, at least—the heat is leaving her, the morning’s cold seeping in and replacing the nausea. With a sigh, she glances around her, an apology forming on her lips to any who’d had to witness her moment of weakness.

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 20 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Cicadapaw ; previously mentored n/a
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Stormywing.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[FERNGILL]

Iciclefang would probably scold him for the look on his face, one of very plain and abject worry. She was a lone ice-sculpture most of the time, brilliantly crafted, in perfect condition. He'd never seen her wobbling quite like that, unsteady and in such a hurry- and having been up early as ever, he felt guilty as a witness to it.

Not good at sneaking, he waited until Iciclefang had righted herself before he approached her, concern darkening the bright green of his healthy eye. Usually he tried not to get too close to sick cats, but there wasn't a fog of delirium in the cold blue of his sister's eyes, nor was she crawling herself to the medicine cat's den.

"Do you want me to fetch you some water?" Ferngill's voice was hushed, great effort made to not draw a horrendous amount of attention to her. He'd had enough of blundering into sensitive situations lately, having only recently torpedoed Lilybloom and Lakemoon's alone time. "I'll check over the freshkill pile later..." he noted under his breath, a little exasperated... who'd left bad prey on the pile, in the middle of Leafbare when everyone was at their hungriest?​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[LILYBLOOM.]

Like Ferngill, Lilybloom can't hide the hint of worry creeping into her expression. She doesn't make an effort to hide it either - she's the elder sibling after all, she'll always worry about her younger siblings no matter how old they got.

"It might be nothing. Let's not worry too much, Ferngill," Lilybloom mewed, offering her opinion on the matter, though she she thought Ferngill's offer was sweet. "We've had plenty of worries in the clan as of late, it wouldn't surprise me if it's finally caught up with you." However, as she says it Lilybloom feels a twinge of doubt in her mind, knowing her sister not to be the sort to be consumed by such things. "Promise me if you don't feel any better soon you'll see Ravensong," Lilybloom urged, speaking quietly so as not to draw further attention.​

 

[Petalnose]

Distant mentions of sickness made her ears pull forward in inquiry. It wouldn't be of surprise. Leafbare was full of disasters brought upon them. She had been one, but of own stubborn thoughts had led her in a so-called sickness.

Curious eyes were brought upon the subject of attention, Iciclefang. Brows pressed forward in concern, casting her attention towards the medicine cats. "Looks like Iciclefang may need to take my nest." a flat tongued joke laced with a hum of worry. "Seems there's a crowd forming around." Her tail flicked in direction of the rising attention, not daring to gain to a small crowd despite prickling curiousity. Iciclefang was seemingly as distant as she was, crowds of worry were of added stress. So, she pressed back the inner suggestion. Instead, she kept distant note as she warned the medicine cats. How worrying it was to have yet another strong-willed lead to fall to the cruelty of leafbare. Did she become a bad influence?

//talking to/warning @Moonpaw and @RAVENSONG
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[SWIFTFIRE]

I'VE LEARNED LOVE IS LIKE A BRICK — Though Iciclefang had been far from subtle so far on her feelings regarding former colonists, Swiftfire found that she could still respect the lead warrior highly as a Riverclanner and higher position. Judging Iciclefang for wanting to protect their shared home wouldn't do any good for either of them, and that was why she hadn't responded to any of those telling looks with harshness or scorn. Instead she had just shied away, figuring her work on her duties as a Riverclanner would speak for itself. None of that would matter, though, if Iciclefang ended up detained in the medicine den for an unknown amount of time. Such an event would be a hard pill to swallow, especially considering Petalnose had only just recently started to look like she was feeling alright.

Swiftfire approached a minute after the others, not wanting to swarm Iciclefang too much when she clearly wasn't feeling well. That was also why she kept a fair bit of distance between them even as she settled nearby, glancing back towards the freshkill pile. "...I'll help you out with that, Ferngill. I don't remember seeing anything too unappetizing the last time I grabbed a meal, but it could've just been a sour fish hidden beneath everything else." A bad piece of prey was honestly the best case scenario, even if it had led to an unpleasant wake up for the tortoiseshell feline. "Even if it is nothing and it's just stress, it's never a bad idea to check things over." She didn't bother offering her own encouraging words to Iciclefang for the moment, figuring the lead warrior would already be tired of everyone's attention being on her. Best to try and solve the potential problem, rather than fuss over someone who didn't want it.

YOU CAN BUILD A HOUSE ✿ OR SINK A DEAD BODY

• 
  ✧ shorthaired blue and red tabby chimera molly with green eyes
  ✧ 38 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ✧ bisexual; currently not looking
  ✧ daughter of lilou and germaine
  ✧ formerly of the ripple colony; loyal to riverclan
  ✧ easy to befriend; desperate to improve the former colonists' reputation
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[RAVENSONG]

He hears his name burning his ears, so Ravensong appears. He is surprised to see Iciclefang, of all cats, being the center of medical attention from her Clanmates. While Ravensong did not want to fall into naive thinking, he had always seen the warrior as almost untouchable, invincible. "Don't congregate so much, all of you. Give her some room." He chided, stepping forward to inspect the scene further.A random cause of vomiting was nothing to be too worried about on its own. Several things could be the cause behind it and Ravensong was not quick to make a diagnosis so soon. There were a few things he could eliminate, however.

"What did you eat?" He repeated, ears flicking forward.

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

•  
• 
  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[DIPPERFROST]

Dipperfrost stands a good distance away from the warrior as she looses her lunch, but as cats begin to gather she finds her paws moving forward of their own volition Particularly, they bring her to stand next to her friend, Ferngill as he looks upon his sister with worry in his eyes, in his voice. If Jaypaw got sick like this, would she be as worried? If she is honest with herself, probably not. She loves her brother, but if it was just a simple stomach bug then surely there was nothing to really truly worry about, right?

More cats pipe in to offer help, to offer to fetch things, but Dipperfrost stays quiet. Lilybloom is trying to goad a promise to visit the medicine cat from her sister, Swiftfire offers to help comb the fresh-kill pile and Petalnose makes a comment about how the calico molly may need to take her nest but it is Ravensong's voice that finally snaps the alabaster she-cat from her thoughts. "I'll go and fetch you some water" she says, her voice even as she turns and leaves with a flick of her tail. Off to go and find some moss she can dip into the stream.

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[iciclefang]

Like river water, her Clanmates flow to her side, her siblings the first ones to pad to either side of her. Ferngill’s green gaze shines with worry; perhaps if Iciclefang had been a different sort of she-cat, she’d have found it endearing, but instead she flicks an ear like he’s an insect buzzing at the inside. “I’m not dying, Ferngill,” she murmurs, wiping her mouth with her paw. The attention she’s drawn to herself causes her to shrug with mild embarrassment. “Lilybloom is right. It’s probably just…” She uses the same paw to motion in the air—nothing.

But then Petalnose is fetching Ravensong, and then Swiftfire is padding closer, half-flame face guarded. She says it’s never a bad thing to check things over, and though Iciclefang gives the other shadow-and-scarlet warrior an equally guarded, hesitant look, she nods. “Yes. Thank you. We wouldn’t want anyone else to get sick. Especially not the queens or their kits.” This brings a twinge of something to her belly, though she cannot identify it.

She sighs and sits, flicking her tail in exasperated appreciation as Dipperfrost pads away to fetch water for her. She’s fine, but she can’t deny she wants to rid her mouth of the taste…

To the medicine cat, she frowns, her ears twitching as she wrestles with her short-term memories. “Well… I shared a carp for breakfast yesterday, and a shrew before bed, but they were fresh. I didn’t taste anything off with either of them.” Her mouth twitches into a small, dry smile. “So, what’s the diagnosis? Is it terminal?”

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 20 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Cicadapaw ; previously mentored n/a
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Stormywing.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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[Rimefang]

Rimefang didn't expect such a display this morning, and to be honest, it ruined his appetite. His expression crinkles at the scene, thinking of how disgusting it was before Iciclefang's health. Selfish, he thinks of himself, but Iciclefang has made it clear she doesn't like the Ripple Colony, and he finds it a waste of time to show concern for someone who probably wouldn't do the same for him. He feels this way about a lot of the cats here who despise him for the actions of Deacon and Sasha.

But he can at least pretend, and so he approaches the growing crowd.

"Maybe something just didn't agree with your stomach." He suggests. It's just something that happens sometimes. Nothing too terrible.

He makes sure to keep a short distance, obeying Ravensong's request. He doesn't want to get sick anyway. "Hope you feel better." He adds. Too many cats have died lately. He hopes she is fine for the sake of those around him who hold her dear.​

 

[FERNGILL]

A crowd had gathered, against Ferngill's wishes- it didn't appear like Iciclefang blamed him for it, but he still felt an odd flush of guilt. She wasn't the sort of cat to be flattered by concern- more annoyed that she'd done something worth being concerned about. It's probably nothing... that was the resounding understanding the crowd had come to, his older sister and Ravensong included, and Ferngill dipped his head in acceptance. Yeah, it probable was nothing... but there was a relieved look in his eye when Ravensong delved further into the matter. The ginger tom blinked gratefully in his friend's direction as he stepped away.

He tried to purge himself of the memories of yellowcough. Of Steepsnout. A fire striped tail flicked to beckon Swiftfire, who'd kindly offered to help with the task, over to his side. "Thanks, Swiftfire. Let's go now, before anything else happens..." With one last glance over his shoulder at his sister, Ferngill padded over to the pile, ready to give it the most diligent check-up it had ever received. A sour fish, Swiftfire had said... Ferngill hoped to the stars she was right, and it wasn't some unseen illness of leafbare.

\ out, hopefully accompanied with @SWIFTFIRE :3​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[Moonbeam]

Looks like Iciclefang may need to take my nest.

Moonpaw's ears swivel as she hears the words from Petalnose, her eyes glancing outside the moss-covered entrance to the medicine den as more and more cats began to gather around the reeds to see what had happened. Soon after Ravensong appears so too does his apprentice, her eyes glancing to those that hovered around as they worried over their potentially sick clanmate, some that had gathered now on their way to fetch moss with water - good - or to check through the fresh kill pile to make sure there was nothing wrong with the food that was placed within it - also good, though she was unsure there would actually be anything there that was soured and rotting by now, so little food being caught in this season already meaning there wasn't too much time for it to go bad.

Ravensong asks what it was exactly that Iciclefang had eaten and to Moonpaw it ruled out something wrong with the food. But they were fresh. I didn’t taste anything off with either of them. She'd said, and Moonpaw knew the warrior was smart enough to know whether or not something was bad food, if something tasted off. Quietly she decided to herself that there wasn't enough information, that more information would be needed and while she thought and tried to rule out stuff within her head that she could she cast a quick glance to Ravensong to see if he thought the same, if he somehow knew what it could be simply from the small bits of information that they had now. Moonpaw still had much to learn but she was hopeful that her teachings so far could help her to be correct in this.

I WISH PLANT LIFE ꕥ WOULD GROW ALL AROUND ME

• 
  MEDICINE CAT IN TRAINING;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
• 
  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 9 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently being mentored by ravensong
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[RAVENSONG]

Ravensong gives Dipperfrost a nod of thanks as the warrior runs off to fetch water. Now his ears angle forward to hear what Iciclefang has to say. As she speaks, his eyes roam over her body in examination. He steps forward, unprompted, to sniff experimentally at the tortoiseshell's fur. Based on her response, he feels confident he can rule out food poisoning. "Hm, usually our sense of smells saves us before we put something bad in our stomachs." Apart from kits, perhaps, but Iciclefang was no kit.

He feels his shoulders untense with relief as Ferngill and Rimepaw heed his words and he feels more relaxed as he continues to examine Iciclefang. His eyes briefly spark and the fur along his spine raises as he comes to a possible diagnosis. "Heh, terminal..." But, he wonders in amazement, he would have never expected Iciclefang to be the one he would have to tell.

"You should meet me back in my den. And Moonpaw, come with. If you do not mind, Iciclefang, she could learn some valuable lessons as I investigate further." He says diplomatically with a flick of his tail.

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

•  
• 
  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them" — openly suffers from chronic migraines — single, but "it's complicated"

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[iciclefang]

Ravensong’s silvery eyes scan over her figure, her fur, looking for clues, hints about her ailment. When she makes her little crack about it being terminal, something seems to dawn over his expression. He beckons her with a flick of his tail toward his den, both her and Moonpaw. Iciclefang tenses slightly—her pale gaze moves to the white medicine cat apprentice and then back to Ravensong. “Is it something I said?” She frowns, but she’s not one to disagree with the Clan’s medicine cat. Worry begins to bubble in her stomach—is something truly the matter, something so grave he cannot bring himself to say it in front of her Clanmates?

She gives an uneasy look to those who still remain gathered nearby and slips into the medicine cat’s den.

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

• ooc: out!
• 
• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 20 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Cicadapaw ; previously mentored n/a
  — riverclan lead warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Stormywing.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.
  
  

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