camp EARTH'S WEAK LITTLE ROTLINGS &. getting sick

[BUZZARDKIT.]

I SAW A PHOTO, YOU LOOK JOYOUS​

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she doesn't feel good. actively, she's been trying to avoid telling anyone that she feels off. she doesn't know much of what it means to be sick, but what she does know is that she does not feel like herself. still, even then, she tumbles out of the nursery, tail swaying back and forth to try and keep balance as she heads to the fresh kill pile. she has no desire to eat from it– she still drinks milks, in addition to freshkill, but she's no desire for that either– instead wanting to look at the slain pieces of prey for another reason. she doesn't make it to the pile before she stops in her tracks and falls to the ground with a loud grumble.

"its h...ot."

he pins his ears backwards, tail thumping with agitation, sneezing once more before coughs follow suit. he begins to shiver as the heat somehow is mixed with a cold sensation throughout him. he feels horrible. this feels horrible.

// tldr: buzzardkit's got a kitten cold! fever/chills, stuffy nose, cough, sneezing, aches and pains. yk. run of the mill sickness, that's unlikely to be contagious!!
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[shriketalon]

The day was still young, absolutely buzzing with activity as warriors, Shriketalon included, woke up from their slumber and went about morning routines. They look for a particularly nice patch of morning sun to bask in, just enough for everyone else to pick their prey before they themself get up to find some from the pile. They had been in trouble once for picking something from the pile too early and had gotten too much of an earful over it to ever make that mistake again. There’s a nice spot as the sun parts through clouds, angling itself not too far from the centre of the camp's clearing, though it’s not long after they flop against the earth that they see a stumbling body exit the nursery. Buzzardkit was out again, it felt all too common to see him out and about at the oddest hours, this was no different.

Well no- something did seem different. She seemed a little more wobbly than usual, they knew that the kit was still trying to learn balance but usually it had a better grounding to itself. They quickly push themself up as they fall to the ground. It looked pretty bad- the fall they mean. “Hey Buzzardkit are you good?” They find themself asking despite the grumbling of the heat they seem to feel. The coughing and sneezing follow and the warrior can’t help but grimace as that as an easy enough answer to their question, no he wasn't good. “Can someone grab Starlingheart or Marblepaw!?” They shout out to the rest of the cats who may not have noticed this just yet. Was calling for Marblepaw a good idea? She was new to this right? But she was still a medicine cat in training regardless so it only seemed fair to assume that the medicine cat apprentice could handle this... Whatever this was. They’d go try and fetch the pair themself but they weren’t really sure they should leave the kitten alone right now, or subject her to company that she didn’t like as much while something was wrong.

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• SHRIKETALON || They/them, Warrior of ShadowClan, 30 moons
  ✧ A long haired black feline with low white spotting and hazel eyes. A small tear marks their right ear.
  ✧ Mentored by Nectarsong | Mentoring N/A
  ✧ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ⭃ underline and tag when attacking.
  ✧ penned by Juice ⭃ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[MARBLEPAW]

Will she ever get used to cats calling for her in the same breath they call for Starlingheart? Marblepaw just happens to be nearby, finishing the last of a stringy piece of fresh-kill, when she notices Shriketalon peering over a scraggly tabby scrap. Buzzardkit has stumbled her way out of the nursery and collapsed pitifully near the fresh-kill pile.

"It's h...hot," he says, and Marblepaw frowns. It is warm, certainly, but it's no hotter than any other day, and in fact, the breeze feels nice rifling through her fur. She pads closer, sidling up beside Shriketalon. She extends her nose to Buzzardkit's, her eyes gleaming as she feels how warm and dry the kit's is. "I should get Starlingheart. Stay with Buzzardkit." She turns, padding back the way she'd come.

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

• ooc: mentor tag @Starlingheart
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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 7 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[Starlingheart]

Sickness is not something new to the clans. Since before there were medicine cat's, cats faced illness and injury. The only difference now was that they could alleviate symproms, they could make cats more comfortable. They could journey to the mountains and find cures. Marblepaw and Buzzardkit she prays will never know a plague in their lifetime as devastating as the one that had swept through the forest the year prior. The one that had taken from them, had forced her paws into making an impossible choice that no parent should ever have to make. Since then, sickness frightens her. There is never any gurantee a cat will get better, never any way to know for certain and sometimes, all the could be done is to just watch as a clanmate, a friend, a loved one, slowly withered away before her very eyes. This would not be the case with Buzzardkit.

The talk of sickness, especially sickness contracted by a kit, has her moving with a sense of urgency out from her den when her apprentice summons her with a quick explanation. Before she does, she stops briefly to scoop up some feverfew. As she makes her way to Buzzardkit though, she visibly relaxes. Just a kitten cold, she assures herself. Nothing more. "Im here Buzzardkit- I'm here" she coos softly as she places the feverfew down. "Ma-Marblepaw is going to give you something to-to help you feel better, then we'll go back to my den and find you a- a nice and comfy nest to rest in okay?" Best to get him out of the nursery, away from the other kits and where she could keep an eye on him, just in case.

She turns to her apprentice then, a lesson already forming in her mind. "This is called feverfew. It's-it's use is- it's pretty self-explanatory. We give it to cats to uh to help when they have a fever." it had other uses as well, but Starlingheart would go over those later or else run the risk of overwhelming Marblepaw with too much information too fast. "And this-this is ragwort. Used to- to give strength." It would help Buzzardkit have enough energy to make it to her den on his own two paws, and hopefully it would allow her to have just enough of an appetite to eat something. "What's something else we can-we can give to her once she's in the den?" she asks, eyes shining knowingly. It was perhaps the first thing Marblepaw had ever learned from her. A golden ichor used to soothe coughs and sore throats.

To Buzzardkit she turns "I'm sorry little one" she says softly, voice full of sympathy as she remembers the foul taste of the ragwort upon her tongue. "I'm not going to- not going to lie to you these herbs don't taste good. But-but eat these and then you can have a treat okay?" she promises as she pushes the leaves forward.

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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[Gigglepaw]

It is pretty hot out, so Gigglekit understands what Buzzardkit means when she makes the comment - but there's something off about his voice, something that sounds a bit strained, and Gigglekit's ears perk up when Shriketalon calls over Marblepaw, and then Marblepaw runs off to gather Starlingheart. Since Starlingheart's there, going over herbs with Marblepaw, Gigglekit stays back and watches, not wanting to interrupt the two medicine cats at work.

"He's gonna be okay, right?" She can't help but ask after another moment of staring at the scene. Starlingheart doesn't seem too anxious, so that's probably a good sign, Gigglekit surmises. Starlingheart mentions that Buzzardkit's going to get a treat after taking the few herbs that she needs, and Gigglekit chalks that up that treat being the honey that she'd tried what felt so long ago now.

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• GIGGLEKIT ✩ kit of shadowclan, five moons
  → blinks incessantly & uncontrollably.
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.
  

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[MARBLEPAW]

Marblepaw does not miss the initial glimmer of fear in Starlingheart's green eye when she tells her mentor about Buzzardkit's ailment. It seems to be assuaged, however, when the black and white she-cat comes to see the kit for herself. "I'm here, Buzzardkit," Starlingheart mews, her voice gentle and soft. "I'm here." Marblepaw blinks, feeling like dry moss soaking her mentor's mannerisms in. "Marblepaw is going to give you something to help you feel better, then we'll go back to my den and find you a nice and comfy nest to rest in, okay?" At the sound of her name, the tawny she-cat's ears flick, but she nods and turns attentive green eyes toward Starlingheart.

Her mentor pushes a plant forward. It's named feverfew, Starlingheart explains. It has thick clusters for stems, dark green and stiff, and the head is daisy-like, white petaled and golden-centered. Marblepaw bends forward to sniff it; it's sharp, tangy, and though the leaves don't look it, they're velvet to the touch.

"We give it to cats to help when they have a fever," Starlingheart explains. Marblepaw nods — it is self-explanatory. The next herb Starlingheart presents her is called ragwort.

When she nudges herself closer, her entire face erupts into a wrinkled mess. "Yuck!" Ragwort may look pretty and bright, but the scent is fouler than crowfood! "Does it taste as bad as it smells?" The thought of putting something so gross in her mouth has her wincing.

But it's not about me. It's about Buzzardkit, she reminds herself. And even if they taste bad... they will make him better.

Starlingheart quizzes her, then, and Marblepaw turns a reluctant look toward her mentor. "What's something else we can give to her once she's in the den?" The pale apprentice swallows, their ears burning at the tips. They don't want to mess this up. "Um..." Her face creases again, this time in concentration. She remembers the gravelly sound of Buzzardkit's voice, the wheezing little coughs he'd given, and her eyes brighten. "Maybe some honey for her throat?"

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

• ooc: —
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• Marblekit . Marblepaw, she/they w/ feminine and non-gendered terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 7 moons old, ages realistically on the 1st.
  — mentored by Starlingheart ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a
  — shadowclan medicine cat apprentice, formerly a rogue. siltcloud x lilacfur, gen 3.
  — currently mated to n/a.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh fawn tabby with dull green eyes. courageous, curious, introspective, observant, judgmental, snarky.
  
  

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[Starlingheart]

She still remembers the first time she had ever had to chew ragwort into a pulp, the stench alone had nearly been enough to make her gag, never mind the taste. It was a foul herb, one that she was not particularly fond of herself, but, like many of the plants in her arsenal, it had it's uses. "Im afraid so" she says, her voice not lacking for sympathy. There are some things her apprentice would grow used to, in time, but in her experience the smell of this particular herb would likely not be one of those things. It may be pretty to look at, but get too close...

"Yes, very good" she purrs, delighted that Marblepaw had remembered "Honey has-has a couple of uses but we mainly use it in situations like- like this" she explains quickly before turning to her other niece, who wears concern upon her features like a tabby wears it's stripes. "It's just-just a cold, she'll be better in no time" she reassures the young girl, leaning forward to press her nose affectionately to her kins cheek "Now can you-can you do something for me Gigglekit? I need you- I need you to run to the nursery for me and tell the queens where Buzzardkit has gone. So they don't worry about where she's gone." And then she turns to the sick kitten, nudging her softly "Can you- do you think you can make it to my den on your own?" She asks, hoping that the ragwort had done its job

( ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. ) fly me up on a silver wing

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  STARLINGHEART SHADOWCLAN MEDICINE CAT; SHE / HER ; SISTER TO PITCHSTAR, CHITTERTONGUE, NIGHTSWARM, SKUNKTAIL, AND LILACFUR. MOTHER TO NETTLEPAW, FLINTWISH AND GHOSTMASK.
  

  A skinny she cat with short black and white fur littered with scars and one singular green eye.

  ✦ Easy in battle + has little to no formal battle training
  

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