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[cottonsprig]

So many of them have been sick. Cottonsprig learns that with Lungwortkit being the first, the illness traveled to kittens and queens next, and then apprentices and warriors. Many of them have been treated, thanks to Wolfsong's quick action - but being of the first wave, Cottonsprig knows that does not mean that they are all healed. Even looking at Lungwortkit now - the little girl heaves every breath as if it's her last. The medicine cat fears that she will run out of symptom soothing herbs, truly, but if it means gifting her Clanmates comfort after a moon of strife... she's more than willing.

"It's your turn, Vulturepaw," she's spent the better part of the afternoon running through the apprentices in the Clan. She listens to their breathing for signs of struggle or clouding, mainly, but the she-cat has managed to fill the time with also asking them simple questions of their lives while she's been gone. Some have told her of their hunting skills, others bits of gossip (that she cannot immediately discern as fact or fiction.) The tom she summons does not seem the sort to spin tales, in all honesty, but she sees the way he trembles when he walks. His shoulders are heavy, like hers, and Cottonsprig wonders if it's a medicine cat's gift to spy the grief in another.

"Hey," she coaxes him to sit beside her, lips pulled into a thin line. "Is... everything alright? Last I heard, Periwinklebreeze has healed for the most part. I know this all is scary, but WindClan will pull through. Just like we did before," It's something she murmured time and time again, noting a new relative or important figure for each cat who seems frightened by life. Vulturepaw, however, gets the added addendum of, "Is there anything you'd like to talk about?"

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc // @Vulturepaw

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturepaw is quiet as he comes to his check-up. His chest is still tight on bad days, and he can never tell whether it is from fear or illness. Yellowcough does not linger in him as clearly as it does Lungwortkit - but its spectre is still felt, perched atop his shoulder. The weight of the deadly sickness is too much for him to handle, the memory of Quietcrow's still form haunting his steps. His heart still aches for his family, despite Periwinklebreeze's apparent recovery. He still feels like he can't breathe.

Cottonsprig's voice is soft. She is kind, she always has been. A friendly face in the nursery, her bubbly laugh echoing off its woven walls. He does not want to resent her. She did not choose to vanish, to leave the clan struggling with illness alone - but she did it nonetheless. He draws into himself, hoping she will not see the festering anger that threatens to rise within him. Friendly though she may be, she has an augur's eye, the blessing of divinity placed upon her. Her soft voice belies an unknowable wisdom; it feels as if she could see right through him.

Her assurance falls flat. "I wasn't here before," the tom protests softly. He was here for the fire, yes - but the fear of that lingers as does the illness. It doesn't feel over. Everyone is always talking about things bigger and older than him, halcyon days stretching far into the past. All he has is now, and now is terrifying. "It's all - It's t-t-too much. It's all so c-cuh-confusing and - and the thh-thoughts get mixed up in my head." Everything happens too fast and too much; he never has time to catch his breath. The apprentice lets out a shaky sigh, not meeting Cottonsprig eyes. "I d-d-don't even know where to start," he mumbles.

THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME‎

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, seven moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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