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[Fireflyglow]

Solemn was the tom's facial expression as he seats himself close to his mentor, tail drawn in close to his body as he listens to Figfeather's shrieking wail of a cry for the she-cat who was once her mentor. His shoulders shake as tears well up in his own eyes, snot dripping from his nose; he can't find it in him to offer his own condolences to his clanmate. It would just be empty words, wouldn't it? He blinks sadly as he walks over to Greeneyes' side, listening to Quillstrike's suggestion with a tufted ear.

We should be confining the sick outside of camp, where they can't spread it to anyone else.

"And risk them being hurt or worse?" Fireflypaw speaks up in turn, critical in tone. Even if he was reborn, even if the high priest had gifted unto him the mark of immortality. Even he knew that it wasn't safe, or fair to separate sick cats from their family. They would just have to find a.. Better solution. He knew he could be wrong. That maybe his attachments to his clanmates were causing this irrational thinking- it made sense, didn't it? Quarantining the sick to prevent the illness from spreading.

Greeneyes leans down to talk to his sister, Sparrowsong and Butterflytuft comforting her- and yet, Fireflypaw still cannot bring himself to talk to Figfeather. He blamed himself for Tal's death, when she went limp against his paw reality had hit him hard and firm. Earth-shakingly so. Ghostly blues stare off into the distance, as if watching something- before it travels to the direction of his father's voice. He was organizing a patrol of cats to go and take Tallulahwing somewhere. It would be safe, right?

"Let me know if any of you need anything. Even if it's just a listening ear. I'm here for you." He musters up the courage to meow out, feeling awfully awkward as he stares sightlessly after his clanmates.​

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

 

[QUILLSTRIKE]

DARK BLUE, DARK BLUE, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM?​

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And risk them being hurt, or worse?" challenged Fireflypaw, but there was no hesitation in Quillstrikes answer.

"Yes." he replied, the word firm and braced in confidence. "You can't honestly stand there and tell me you wouldn't rather be torn apart by a fox than be the reason someone you loved was dead."

Bluntly spoken but sharp as any blade, the chimera knew that the majority of the clans cats would see it the same way. If he could spare someone he loved from getting sick by just staying somewhere else he'd do it in a heartbeat, especially when death was a very real part of the equation. He would face down a thousand foxes alone in the forest over watching the light fade from his best friends eyes because the sick stayed in camp.

"I'm not saying to abandon them- keep them close by where an alarm call can be herd, and you can still drop prey and supplies off for them, but there's no reason why every other cat in camp should be exposed to a life-threatening sickness when we have the means to separate the sick from the healthy." he argued, adamant in his stance and clearly annoyed that nobody else was backing him up. Did they want the entire clan getting sick?

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skyclan - male - 16 months (Feb 17th) - bisexual - homoromantic - a very tall, dark chimera tomcat with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.

 

[FIGFEATHER]

FIGFEATHER ♀​ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥​

All of her senses seem to clash, what she sees she smells. What she hears she tastes. Her throat lumps and breaths draw in shakily. She’s dead. My mentor is dead. Figfeather does not flinch from her sister’s embrace, instead she leans into it with a violent shudder. Butterflytuft assures that Tallulahwing is still with her though she walks in StarClan, it brings little assurance to the yellow she-cat. Never has she felt Daisyflight’s presence, never has she felt Snowpath’s, Tallulahwing already felt so far away- just like the rest of them. She groans at the throbbing of her heart, unsure how much more beatings it can take before it cracks and breaks. The girl is dismayed when cats begin to worry about her twolegs. The fur along the back of her neck bristles upon hearing a patrol beckoned by Orangeblossom, her name on it. ’Who caes about her stupid twolegs right now?!’ She wants to bite but doesn’t find the strength. A shadow hovers over Figfeather and Butterflytuft, Blazestar. Just barely she looks up when he speaks to her. ’Tallulahwing loved her housefolk. You knew her more than any of us. She’d want you to be there.’ Figfeather wants to protest but even as her heartstrings quiver, she knows her leader is right. With a look to Butterflytuft, she shakily stands onto her three limbs. Blinking away her tears she puts a blockage on her feelings. ”Okay.” The marmalade tabby stumbles shakily past both Greeneyes and Fantastream, hardly seeming to notice them or anyone else in her path. She settles beside Orangeblossom and the rest of the patrol. In the realm of her mind she walks though a maze flooded with impenatrable fog, it’ll be awhile before she finds her way out.