private HAVE MERCY ON ME // sunstar

Cottonsprig leaves the medicine den as soon as the sun crests the horizon. The nights have been filled with terrors and horrors ever since her return - and now they're made worse by tangible ones. Rimekit, her sweet, darling daughter - she now rests in the medicine den, sick. If it is yellowcough, she's taken more than enough lungwort to cure it. But what if it's not? What if this is her torture, to watch a child of her own bone and blood writhe in discomfort long before she can even see? And what if it is yellowcough, but it's much to late? Is she to lose a daughter in the same manner Starlingheart refused to lose a son?

"Sunstar," she trembles. It all comes rushing into her mind at once - addled by fatigue and upset, she confronts her tired leader. If she is to leave after this, then she is to leave. A sick part of her would rather live in exile than watch her children be picked off by fate-bound vultures. If he sees her, he sees a woman who's hell is wrapped in a tiny, kitten-soft cloak, hiding in even smaller lungs. He sees someone troubled, but until she speaks he may not know by what. Or does he? Does he have the same knowing gaze as his husband? Would he take one look at her in the blaring morning light and know?

Her claws dig into the ground. She's made her bed, and she will lie in it without effort from henceforth.

"I must - I have to -" she swallows thickly. Cottonsprig grits her teeth and her gaze falls down, "Rimekit - Rimekit could die. She's sick from an illness that I brought into camp," the guilt is palpable for being so careless with her good deeds. A piece of her wonders in the moment of silence she offers if all would've been okay if she let Lungwortkit die. No, no. The world would've found another way to torture her. "I'm doing all I can to ensure that she survives and that none of her siblings fall sick but - but if she is to pass and be in the stars, Sunstar, then I want the truth known." She tenses her jaw and looks back up towards him. The guilt her gaze harbored before does not hold fastly anymore. Her remorse does not lay brazenly for what she is about to say - however neither does pride.

"I am her mother Sunstar," she says. She squares her shoulders, exhaling a held breath. "Her, and two others."

  • ooc // @SUNSTAR
  • 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.