camp foreign object (tummy ache; RTA)

[BRIGHTSHINE!]

“Ohhhh the pain!”

The dramatic wailing is coming from the medicine den, where Brightshine had been ushered by her mate earlier in the day. In her defense, the rabbit looked fine! How was she supposed to know it was bad? And now, she was paying the price.

The calico writhes in her nest uncomfortably, @HEAVY SNOW at her side. She’d already vomited once, and she feels another wave coming soon. “I’m never eating again,” She grumbles pitifully, now curled into a tight ball. Of course, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Everyone knows Brightshine loved nothing more than a snack, or breakfast, or dinner, or a midnight meal. The she-cat loves food. This food did not love her.


// sorry I know it’s silly lol but it’s her silly vibe​

 

[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Brightshine—eater of all things vaguely food-like, champion of the freshkill pile—has been felled once and for all. Life in WindClan will be grueling without her, Sedgepaw is sure. She's a shining, power-packed force of all things bright and bubbly; but, most importantly, she's what keeps the freshkill pile so nice and trim. Without her, surely the whole thing would overflow and flood the camp.

"Will she live, Wolfsong?" Sedgepaw agonizes dramatically, leaning over from the mouth of the medicine den. He's reinforcing the tunnel exterior with a stalk of heather in the adjacent gorse wall. Or, at least, that's his cover story—he's really there to look like he's doing something useful. Mostly to escape Badgermoon's unwavering scrutiny toward all lazy apprentices, but also to occasionally pelt Wolfsong with useless questions. He feels like a lost puppy around the golden tom, sometimes. As though he hasn't quite gotten used to not being in the medicine den day in and out. Especially after he'd gotten used to Vulturemask being around all the time, and...well.

For what it's worth, Brightshine does seem to be in agony, actually, so Sedgepaw starts to feel bad when she gives another pitiful groan. A bit more earnestly, he adds: "Er...I could go soak some moss in the Sun-Warmed Pools, if she needs water..?"

/ i wasn't sure if this was a pafp so please ignore this if i wasn't supposed to post lol​

 

[Lilacstem]

Brightshine's wailing, dramatic or not, is enough to finally draw Lilacstem over. She knew her sister had been ushered into the medicine den earlier, thanks to chatter from their clanmates. "Forgive the intrusion, Wolfsong," Lilacstem mews when she pads cautiously inside, eyes landing upon the golden tabby. "I needed to see how my sister was doing."

She pads a little further inside where she finds Brightshine curled into a tight ball, with Heavy Snow by her side. "Stars above, Bright, could you make any more noise? You sound as though you're dying." There's a humourous edge to her words, but the concern is evident in her yellow eyes. "How long has she been like this?" Lilacstem would ask Heavy Snow.​

 

[Larkfeather !]

The wailing that rings from just inside the medicine den- or rather the cat responsible for it, has Larkfeather already in a hurry, slipping into the den on Lilacstems heel.
”What..? Is she dying?” Larkfeather asks at first, quizzically. The calico form of her grandmother is reduced to a tight, mumbling curl.
While Lilacstem seems a bit more desensitized to her kins wails, Larkfeather is still recovering from her worry.
”Is there anything I can get you?” The snow dappled warrior asks softly, coming close to Brightshines side. She looks to Heavy Snow with a tilt of her head, a silent follow-up to Lilacstem.

”Speech.”

[ YOUR SILVER LINING ]​

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[HEAVY SNOW]

Upon the first signs of distress, the large white tom had quickly ushered his mate to the Medicine Cat's den, begging for Wolfsong to please help her. He hated seeing her in pain and if this was something he could fight off with tooth and claw he would in a heartbeat. But this specific problem required a knowledge he was not privy to. Still, he refuses to leave Brightshine's side, stubborn and obstinate on the matter he had insisted on staying with her. Now he lays in a nest with her in Wolfsong's den, curled around her protectively, as if he could shield her from her invisible infliction. "Shh my love, don't say that. You'll be up and better in no time and I'll catch you whatever prey you'd like." he admonishes gently, leaning down to give the top of her head a few licks for extra measure, though his brows do crease with worry.

So great is his concern that he barely hears Sedgepaw speak from the entrance of the den. "Hm?" he hums quietly, almost to himself before the words process and then, almost distractedly he says "Ah yes, water would be great Sedgepaw, but if you're going that far for it... Larkfeather would you please go with him?" he knows it is not a rule, and that Sedgepaw was, by WindClan standards, old enough to become a warrior already, but it would make him feel better if his young clan-mate did not go alone.

When Lilacstem comes in, followed by Larkfeather he does not look up but he does flicks his fluffy tail in greeting. It is only when he hears the word 'dying' that he finally manages to tear his gaze away from the calicos pelt. "Dying?" he repeats. Alarmed, he curls himself tighter around her already curled up form. "Since this morning, something she ate" as he talks he leans down to sink his muzzle into familiar orange and black fur and almost in a whisper he says "Don't listen to them Sunshine you're not dying, not on my watch" and then he turns his attention to Wolfsong if he were in the den "Surely you have something to ease her pain?" he asks, his voice dripping with desperation and his eyes almost pleading.
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[WOLFSONG]

── .∘°°∘. ── The medicine den has become quite the hub of activity since Brightshine's arrival, complaining of a terrible stomach-ache and accompanied by her mate. Heavy Snow is not without company for very long, Sedgepaw poking his head into the belly of the den as he is wont to do. Wolfsong does not mind his curiosity, aimless as it appears to be at times; Sunstride is often away for his duties, reluctant now that little ones grow, and it leaves Wolfsong without company. Cygnetstare has since healed enough to leave, so their oddities are not present to entertain him.

"Despite some evidence to the contrary, she will," he says with dry amusement, picking over herbs whose uses he does not yet know. He turns to glance at Brightshine after a particularly audible groan. He has had to clean vomit with moss, and will do so again at some point. To ease her suffering— he does not have a solution. Vulturemask had not passed such knowledge onto him. For now, water is what he knows, and he nods in response to Sedgepaw's offer. "If you would not mind," he adds after Heavy Snow.

He inclines his head to Lilacstem before passing his paws over the herbs he has no answers for. Juniper berries, broom, laurel leaves— all mysterious. Frowning slightly, he considers attempting one at random, but with her vomiting, he does not know what would not further upset her stomach. Testing is much cleaner with wounds than illnesses. "No," he says to her mate simply. "Nothing I would risk disturbing her belly further. For now, your comfort and fresh water are most important." His gaze shifts to the miserable Brightshine. "Did anyone else eat of this rabbit?"
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 36 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (07/05/2023). BIOGRAPHY, PINTEREST, & PLAYLIST.

medicinal expertise med. part ii med. part iii med. part iv

• — ★★★☆☆ WOUNDS: You're (mostly) in safe paws. You'll know if he's less experienced if he asks for your permission to try a treatment. No wound can scare him away from knowledge. — ★★★☆☆ INFECTION: He can prevent most infections. If you feel feverish, let him know— he'll hum thoughtfully over herbs and sniff your wound before saying, "With your blessing..."
• — ★☆☆☆☆ ACHES & PAINS: If you complain to him of pain, he'll ask where. If it's a headache, you'll likely feel a bit better. For anything else, "Try this, if you'd like, and tell me how you feel." — ★☆☆☆☆ BROKEN BONES: At best. he can ask you to remain lying down in the den. He may try to distract you with conversation while he considers what herb to feed you.
• — ★★★★★ TRAVELING HERBS: Going somewhere? No worries; Wolfsong knows just what you need to stay hale and healthy during your journey. The rest is up to you. — ☆☆☆☆☆ KITTING: He doesn't remember what it was like to be born. Coincidentally, that is the extent of his familiarity with kitting. At least he won't leave you without moral support.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ POISONS: It's best if you avoid eating anything unfamiliar to you— it's probably just as unfamiliar to Wolfsong. The best he can do is offer you yarrow and sit with you. — ★★☆☆☆ ILLNESS: If it's white or greencough, you'll likely recover. Otherwise, prepare for odd concoctions and the usual request that you consent to a little trial-and-error.

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[Badgermoon]

It was, in fact, in pursuit of layabout apprentices that kept Badgermoon in camp. He had intended - indeed, very much wished - to go and prowl the moors on a patrol, laying waste to any small, foolish creature which should cross his path. But a nagging sense of potential laziness spread amongst the Clan's youth kept him contained, prowling around and checking in on various apprentices' labors. Partway through an interrogation of a moss-replacing apprentice, Brightshine's caterwauling finally reached a volume he could no longer ignore, and he proceeded to Wolfsong's den. To his surprise - and concern - it was well-populated with cats, including several of Brightshine's family and Sedgepaw. "Stomachache?" he murmured vaguely, to no one in particular, drawing his yellow eyes over the writhing calico. "If the prey's what caused...this...we ought to bury what's left of it, to make sure no one else eats it."

That Wolfsong had no ideas for how to help his patient beyond water was unfortunate, but not surprising, and not something Badgermoon felt he could be blamed for. His education had been piecemeal at best, considering he had never formally been Vulturemask's apprentice, and Vulturemask's own education had proceeded under such...strained (and strange) circumstances. "I'll go with you, Sedgepaw." he offered, glancing to Heavy Snow. "So Lilacstem can stay with you all." he didn't really think there was any danger Sedgepaw could get into in a trip to the Sun-Warmed Pool and back, but one never did know.​

 

[Mouseflight]

The pained moaning that came from the medicine den caused Mousepaw to wake up from a well deserved nap, and the chatter of clanmates talking about someone potentially dying caused the apprentice to head over to see what was happening. Brightshine had eaten bad food, and they were going to potentially bury it if it wasn't all gone by now. That was... concerning. The apprentice looked over towards the fresh kill in slight worry, hoping that any of the food he had eaten earlier that day weren't tainted with whatever was harming the warrior so badly now.

Upon hearing Badgermoon speak of heading out with Sedgepaw, Mousepaw's ears would prick up and he'd look towards the deputy, waiting a moment while he debated on asking if he could come before he finally did so. "Can I go too Badgermoon?" The question was innocent enough, and it'd get him out of the camp and wake him up, and maybe he could get away with soaking his paws a little bit. He also wouldn't have to deal with cats crying about another dying of a stomach ache or worry of eating dangerous food on accident.

OOC INTERACTIONS ✧.·:·.*

• [ooc]
• windclan (sootstar) loyalist
  dirty fighter/will aim to kill
  will bully anyone (some more than others)
  

  
  

  likely to attack first
  powerplay peaceful actions okay
  ping if needed in a thread
  
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  8 months old
  ftm calico -- he/him
  tunneler apprentice
  
  large ears
  always looks grumpy

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[RATTLEHEART]

When Rattleheart had initially been wounded in the battle against Skyclan, she had been quick to accept that her injuries were hardly as bad as some others that had been present. Her jaw and shoulder had been torn, sure, but she could still move around without too much injury, and it wasn't as if anyone had had to carry her into the medicine den like had been done for Cygnetstare. Naturally, this also meant that her wounds had healed fairly well by now, leaving behind only scars that granted her an odd sense of symmetry - one on each shoulder. Though the one on her jaw was still all by itself, so she supposed true symmetry would have to wait for the next battle. An occasion that she actually hoped didn't come anytime soon - and if it did, she hoped she wasn't involved.

Even with her wounds healed thoroughly enough by now, she still made a habit of dropping by the medicine den on occasion. Either to make sure that she was still following Wolfsong's instructions, or see if the still relatively new medicine cat needed anything that she could help with. While the tunneler knew little about what most herbs actually did, she was at least decent enough at identifying them to gather them up whenever she spotted them on her rare trips aboveground for a patrol. She was about to make one of these regular visits when she heard Brightshine's agonized wailing, her ears instinctively flattening at the sound. Part of her wanted to turn tail and leave - a decent enough crowd was already gathered anyways, she was sure Brightshine was getting enough attention. However, it seemed like there was at least one task that wasn't being taken care of by all of the other Windclanners worrying over the warrior.

Clearing her throat so that she could hopefully be heard above the already loud hustle and bustle, Rattleheart directed her words primarily at Wolfsong and Badgermoon. "...I'll check the freshkill pile to make sure nothing else in it has gone bad. I didn't see anything obvious, but clearly some things can surprise even the best of us." She glanced sympathetically in Brightshine's direction, even if her complaining was was scratching a bit at the bi-colored feline's patience. "If anyone else wants to help, I would appreciate it." Not that it was too debilitating of a task - plus she was sure she could get Venomstrike to help her if he was around nearby.
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[ PENNED BY EO ]​