DOCTOR HORRIBLE // treating white/greencough

[VULTUREMASK]

His first mission to cure someone, to heal. That still felt surreal in his mind. Vulturemask wore a frown as he walked his way down to the abandoned badger den there the sick ones had got isolated so they wouldn't spread their cold to the rest of them. Dandelionwish had instructed how he should do it teaching him that catmints was used to cure white and greencough. The very same herbs that had attacked skyclan for and all they had got was two. - Two lives for one. Thinking about it like that was a bit tragic still this was what they all had wanted, what his clanmates had willingly sacrificed their lives for. That was why he hadn't shown any interest to join that raid to begin with because he valued his life a little bit more than for some...herbs. Still without herbs more cats would die. Choices, choices. He was glad he not was the one making the calls.

Vulturemask arrived and he stept inside instantly looking around to see who was still alive and who...was dead. It didn't take long before he spotted Rabbitbreath and Thornclaws body in the den. The blizzard from yesterday had made it difficult for them to even come out here and now this poor souls had fallen. Had they had blackcough?. Vulturemask grimaced, not exactly liking the idea of getting close to their bodies even though he knew he was forced to so he could move their bodies out from the den and protect the ones who still was alive. " For how long have this two been dead?." he asked to those who was still breathing in the den, his eyes moving over to them as he noticed their suprised looks. Right....he suppose the news about him being the new medicine cat might not have reached them or...they where just stunned in disbelief. Well they could step in line because if anyone was first in line of being shooked it was him.

// time for the cats with white/greencough to get their medicine (':


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[coalfoot]

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【◈】Time had passed. Their illnesses grew worse along with it, stealing away their energy each breath and cough at a time. With the blizzard that had raged outside, they had slowly shuffled their nests as far back into the set as possible in an attempt to escape the gusts that would occasionally force their way through. As outside visitors began to cease, even one day halting entirely, Coalfoot was only left with the fear that they had been left to perish for good.

He was starving, but he didn't have the energy to move. It was all he could do to lay there and cough, further abusing his throat that had been torn to shreds time and time again. A few of them suggested to make peace with StarClan. Others believed they had been forsaken by them. He didn't know. Coalfoot was afraid.

The sound of shuffling was what made him open his eyes, flickering over to the entrance in hopes that it would be the return of their desperate patrol. It was Vulturemask, but he wasn't holding prey. Were those herbs? Finally raising his head, he had been about to rasp out a question when the other beat him to it. He must have been talking about Rabbitbreath and Thornclaw.

"A few days." His voice was quiet, hoarse, unable to muster the energy to be louder. With a sharp cough, he lowered his head back to his nest. "Petalstep, Nighteyes, and... and Foxfur went out to try and hunt. They haven't come back." He swallowed hard, his throat dry. It had been an act of desperation on their part.

Caught in a fit of coughing that racked his wiry frame, Coalfoot was unable to muster up his next question until it subsided. "Why're you here?" he asked at last. With Dandelionwish's herbs, no less? Maybe he wasn't far behind.

[penned by its_oliverr].

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[Jasperglare]

Jasperglare was already past his limit when he joined Windclan, but ever since falling I'll, he seems to have been pushed even further. He was curled in the back, not looking at anyone anymore. Not socializing. It would hurt less when they died if he weren't attached.

When Vulturemask came in, he spared him a hollow glance. He remained quiet, having no energy to speak even if he were recovering steadily.

Being trapped in here, watching cats he had grown friends with die, it did a number on him.
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[GHOSTSTRIKE]

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Death was nothing new to Ghost. He recognized the sickly sweet smell as soon as it reached his nose, but there was little he could do about it. He was hungry and tired, his body fighting off a slight fever and an endless wave of sniffles, but he was among those in better condition, still able to function and frequently taking on what tasks he could.

Being cooped up there was starting to drive him a bit stir-crazy.

He was awake and alert when Vulturemask made their way into the den, dark eyes observing the other cat with a neutral expression. They didn't seem ill, and they were carrying some kind of plant- herbs, maybe?

As Coalfoot spoke up to answer about Rabbitbreath and Thornclaw, adding on about the missing hunting party, Ghost wondered how many more of them would die before this all ended. He didn't expect himself to be among the masses, not because he was special, but more like because he was cursed. Death wouldn't take him so easily, apparently determined to see him suffer out the rest of his life here on earth.

"You dropping something off for Dandelionwish?" he added, voice rougher than usual thanks to the sore throat.

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rogue - male - 25 months - single - a very tall, muscular tabby with dark gray fur and white markings. heavily scarred with dark amber eyes

 

[VULTUREMASK]

Right. Just like expected they didn't know what had happend this past days. It didn't seem like anybody had been out here either because of the blizzard. Made sense. By the looks of it his sick clanmates had been struggling to find their own food. Three warriors had gone out to hunt even but none of them had come back. Why had they been so foolish to step out for in the first place?. They could have survived a few days without food...better than freezing to death out there. Vulturemask would drop the medicine he had taken along with him so he could speak more clearly. " That's unfortunate. I will make sure to report this to Sootstar so a search patrol can be sent out for them." If lucky they might be alive out there somewhere although he highly doubt so.

Coalfoot asked why he was here, and Ghoststrike thought he was here to drop something off for them all under Dandelionwish's orders. Tch. If it only had been like that. Vulturemask did not answer them straight away, in fact he was moving back to the den entrance again so he could retrieve the food the npc warriors had dropt outside who had accompanied him out here. It was a rabbit, a bit skinny but enough to at least help with their hunger. He would return back with it as he placed it in the middle of all three of them Jasperglare having been awfully silent during this whole time. Didn't he usually love to annoy everyone with his loud voice?. He choose to ignore it. " Make sure you eat, the medicine might give you an upset stomach otherwise..." he informed them before he turned his back on them so he could return back to the catmints and as he sat down he started to crush some of them down to prepare them for his...patients.

" I'm windclans new medicine cat. Sootstar decided that Dandelionwish is unfit to be our medicine cat any longer." he finally answered Coalfoot and Ghoststrike's question without even looking up at them, focused on his work like he was unbothered which not entierly was true. He believed it was the right call to demote Dandelionwish thinking that responsibility had been too much for him not liking what this job had done to him. But he hated that his friend wouldn't get to stay here for long. That he was treated like a traitor. Once he had finished preparing the first catmint he looked up again cold gaze meeting theirs. " Which one wanna go first?." He had enough medicine for all of them, although if he had been forced to pick...he would have given the first dose to Coalfoot. The other two would always be filthy rouges in his eyes.



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[GHOSTSTRIKE]

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Ghost makes no move to touch the rabbit that's been laid out before them, mainly because he's made a point of never eating food given to him by strangers, but also because he knows that the other two are worse off than him. The sooner they can get food and medicine into them the better, not because Ghoststrike cares, but because old habits die hard and its been ingrained into him that he's the senior officer; that the cats around him are his responsability. And there's already too much blood on his paws, a pile of bodies a mile high of cats he'd either directly or indirectly been the end of.

"Start with one of them." he says, settling back into his nest as dark eyes shift to land on Coal and then Jasper.

He hasn't taken the time to get to know either of them, far more in tune with Jasperglares philosophy of 'it'll hurt less the farther you are from it'. It's easy to put himself last, though, even for two practical strangers whom he'd never gotten to know beyond surface level crap. Ghost knows his worth as a soldier - a warrior- was high. He's strong and skilled and experienced, a formidable fighter and an excellent strategist. But his worth as a cat? As a living soul instead of a machine soaked in blood?

An that scale, he knows he is worthless.

He doesn't pity himself though, doesn't wear any sign of self-loathing or insecurity on his sleeve. No, he's long past that, a tom whose accepted and come to terms with the fact that the only good he'd ever do the world was bleeding out on the battlefield.
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rogue - male - 25 months - single - a very tall, muscular tabby with dark gray fur and white markings. heavily scarred with dark amber eyes