camp BLACKBIRD 𓆩⟡𓆪 SICK

[M. MOUSER]

The rasp in his throat won't leave him be. An itching, crawling soreness like something'd found its way beneath his tongue. Each swallow clicks, and each exhale rasps. Were it not so beautiful a day, Mouser would think nothing more of it than aging bones. His time's crawling closer with every sunrise; he knows he'll join the stars soon enough. Maybe Daisyflight'd be there to greet him– silly, seeing as he never knew her at all, but he remembers the shelter. Remembers what she did for these cats, and those she cared for. Maybe he'll earn a place near them too, old as he is. Miserable thoughts. Dark and heavy, something he knows he should put down. His chest lifting laboriously beneath the soft sunshine, Mouser can do nothing more than stare blankly at the prey between his paws. A fat mouse, something he'd've been grateful for a few nights ago. Now it's no more appetizing than a clump of rooted dirt.

He paws at it, and wheezes when his sore throat constricts around an inhale. "StarClan, can't you wait a bit?" the elder rasps.

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  ooc: mouser is displaying some very light symptoms of yellowcough! characters in this thread are likely to be infected. >:3c
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  ──── monsieur mouser, casually known as mouser.
  ──── elderly shelter cat. dmab male, and neutered.
  ancient as he is, life alone is a miracle for mouser. but when one takes in the extent of his scars, it becomes even more so. his dark, silvery-tinged fur is broken up by heavy scarring along his back leg and tail, with one bright yellow eye turned glossy with blindness.
• "speech"

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[BLAZESTAR]

Tallulahwing’s sickness—and the terrified stare Dawnglare had given her as she refused to lap the catmint up—sits tauntingly in the back of Blazestar’s mind. He remembers the way greencough had ravaged their Clan in leafbare, how it had led to war with WindClan, and those old feelings are spinning through his mind like dandelions lifted into the wind. Mouser is a kind old soul, one of the cats rescued from the shelter—and seeing him suffer the way the torbie daylight warrior is gives the leader a cold feeling in his stomach. He approaches the elder with trepidation, eyeing the remains of his fresh-kill. “Are you not hungry?” Something like dread begins to tug at his paws.

✧ INFO.

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  — blaise . blazestar
  — he/him ; leader of skyclan
  — pansexual ; divorced ; single
  — longhaired flame point Ragdoll with blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Mercibun

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[DUSKPOOL]

anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

He hadn’t been present during the initial sickness, long overworked with patrol after the next, muscles straining to keep himself afloat. It was a familiar burn, something he welcomed when a torn ear caught the tail end of Blazestar’s question, helm turning to catch sight of Mouser.

His gaze narrowed, tail flickering to pad closer to the two, concern concealed beneath indifference. He didn’t bother commenting on the elder’s lack of appetite, instead remaining silent, glancing for the briefest moment at Blazestar. What the hell is happening? He didn’t ignore the pooling dread, having caught some conversation about Tallulahwing’s sickness, but he hadn’t seen it for himself. He wondered if the elder just wasn’t hungry, but the thought didn’t settle well, instead, padding closer to Mouser, torn ear flickering. “Ya feeling alright there?” He’d later comment. ​

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[Fireflyglow]

Sickness was brewing in the Clan, like a shadow looming over all of them- Mother speaks words of warning in the way the wind brushed against his face, rain pelted his fur. Fireflypaw sticks his head out of his den for a breath of fresh air, shivering from the atmosphere around him. So much was going wrong; Brightpaw being missing, Tallulahwing being sick, and now.. Was that Mouser suffering, as well? Fireflypaw clears his throat for a moment, before going back into his den to fetch a wet ball of moss before carrying it over to the small group of cats.

"Drink some water, okay? You feelin' hot, cold? Throat hurtin'?" Fireflypaw asks softly, giving his dad a look of unsure trepidation before he settles down into a crouched position by the elder. ​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 12 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[DOEBLAZE]

✿—— she's returning from patrol when she hears the dreadful sound. it's a sound that wipes away the clean scent of pine in her nose, the memory of breeze running through her fur, the warm greenleaf sun on her back—it summons images of noses running with phlegm, of kits wheezing in their nests, of cats coughing until their lungs run out of air, of sickness. the tabby isn't familiar with illness, of course; she'd rarely spent time around more than one cat and her housefolk until she'd joined skyclan, had perhaps smelled it on the pelts of the hungry cats that stalked just outside twolegplace's safety. her singular true brush with it had been during those delirious days alone in the wilderness with a cavity growing between her ribs, so strange she wonders she might have imagined it; an elderly cat hunched over in a berry bush, coughing great clots of green onto the earth with red-lined eyes.

she represses a shudder at the memory (or had it been a hallucination after all?) and pads towards the source of the sound, half-tail flicking in concern for whoever was the source of the wheezing. she hadn't been present for tallulahwing's collapse, but of course news of it had made its way around camp like a wildfire. she finds a few cats, blazestar's hulking golden form among them, gathered nervously about an elder rasping with illness, hunched over a mouse. an ache makes itself at home in her chest to see the old tom wheezing and looking at the greenleaf-fattened prey between his paws as though it's nothing more than another clod of mud. she joins the cluster of cats, sage eyes first darting to mouser's clearly suffering form and then to blazestar's eyes on the fresh-kill, barely touched, an ear twitching nervously at the dread-tinged sound of his voice. the warrior adds, "are you feeling al-alright, mouser?"

duskpool is here too, she notes with some surprise, used to barely seeing the older tom with how many patrols he takes, struggling to keep the worry off her face—stars know he'd just brush it off with a gruff remark. it troubles her, though, to see his scar-marked form so close to the wheezing mouser; she knows nothing of medicine, but any cat knows sickness can spread. the smoke-furred tom glances at blazestar too, she notes with something like relief, and then offers one of his usual remarks in rough tones. spring-toned eyes dart towards fireflypaw as he arrives with a ball of damp moss, the fur on her neck she hadn't even know was ruffled finally laying flat. surely the medicine apprentice, bringing with him the smell of soothing mint and pine, will know how to handle this.

she watches with some trepidation as he offers the elder the damp ball of moss, inquires about symptoms she wouldn't hope to know how to identify. the tabby shifts nervously on her paws, mews tentatively, "is ... is he alright? is he going to be okay?"

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• ❀ bobbie — for her kithood love of bobby pins she/her ; cisgender female — skyclan — queen — 40 ☾s —— smells like sweet lavender & pine needles ; sounds like sansa stark ; speech in #D64933, thoughts in #B1C797 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; won’t start fights ; will flee ; will show mercy ; won't kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, divorced, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, plotting ; not open to unplanned romance & unplanned battles penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

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[DAWNGLARE]

Greenleaf sickness was not so utterly unfathomable that a sore throat may drive him into a frenzy. Souls sometimes reacted strangely to the earths changes. Even if their minds remained ignorant, their bodies are more closely attuned. When She shudders, they may stifle a sigh. When She quakes, they may feel a drip from their nose. He was not naive to this.

But, he cannot help but turn his head at what seems like… more that meets the eye. Strange deliriousness, it had been, and now that one lies barely - mobile within his den. Had he caught it? Not every ailment was contagious, and this was one that he would rather it not be. He’s not worried. No, not at all. His ears certainly were not flicking as if a clan of flies buzzed idly about. No, the ruffling of his feathers was only imagined – or even, a mistake that he had groomed. This cat was little more than a corpse already. Surely, it meant nothing. Still, the Medicine Cat abruptly diverts his path.

" What is the matter with you? " His question is not so delicate, and born of – of nothing at all, comes out terse. He rounds on the tawny queen, part of a scowl forming on his face, though his tail still tremors with a different feeling, entirely. " You ask someone who knows little. Come with me, " to the elder, he demands.

OOC 𓆩♡𓆪 7.18.2023 𝘚𝘠𝘕𝘖𝘋𝘐𝘊 𝘚𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘖𝘍 𝘏𝘐𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎

• OOC: late but I wanted to reply!!

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• ( 𝙒𝙃𝙔'𝘿 𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙎𝙊 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂? ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  —— He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  —— Currently 54 moons old. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  

  Currently in an era of questioning; upset and uncomfortable by things he should not be.​

  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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