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[Fawnkit~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] The cold finally got to him, he was its next victim. The kit was shivering more than usual and he hadn't woken from his normal naps this time around, yet when he did open his eyes, his bead felt heavy and he didn't feel good. The nursery seemed to be moving in all sorts of directions and when the boy took in a deep breath in, it hitched making him sputter a cough out. Sniffling his nose a bit the boy weakly got onto his paws before noticing how the walls spun even more making him wince a bit and deciding to lay back down. Bi-colored eyes scanning for the first queen he could spot before another cough coaxed from his chest and a frown dance on his lips.

"Butterfly....tuft... I don't feel good..." he weakly stated, feeling even more waves of shivers dancing on his bodies as he let a sneeze out, ears flattening across his skulls. He felt even more tired than what he usually would feel at the moment. Had Morningkit and Pearlkit gotten him sick too? Or was it because the smaller tom thought he would be okay and hadn't need a worry to stand far too long outside of the nursery walls when it was dangerously cold? Either way, Fawnkit was the next to come down with a cold, and his worry went to his nestmate, he didn't want to get her sick either.

So once more he weakly got to his paws before shuffling out of the nest away from Paladin, eyes still looking around for one of the queens before he was a pawlengths away from his shared nest, taking in deeper breaths while looking at his paws, his head spinning even more, making the boy once more laid down again, finding no more strength in him to try and nudge one of the queens, closing both of his eyes the boy tried to fall back asleep again, still shivering but at least he didn't need to worry about Paladin getting sick because of him.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

• "speak""Thoughts"
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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft had been watching the nursery's kits play when her ears twitch towards the sound of Fawnkit's strained cough. Her heart clenches at the weak, trembling voice that follows. Butterfly…tuft…I don't feel good…

She spins around, eyes widening with concern as she catches sight of the small kit, his frail body quivering and his normally bright eyes dull and glassy with fever. Each breath seems to catch in his chest, something she's seen far too often. Her paws move before she can think, rushing to his side as he slumps down, exhaustion overtaking him. "Fawnkit," She whispers worriedly, crouching beside him. Gently, she presses her nose to his forehead, feeling the heat radiating from him. A frown pulls at her mouth. She needs to get him to Fireflyglow.

Butterflytuft curls herself around him, letting her body provide a shield against the chill that seeps through the nursery's entrance. She lightly brushed her tail over his back, hoping the comforting gesture might ease the shivers that rack his small frame. "I'm going to go get the medicine cat, okay little one?" She murmurs softly, glancing around for any of the other queens who might watch him while she's gone. "I'll be right back. He'll make sure you get better." Casting a lick over his head, she gets to her paws and backs out of the den.

The tiny she-cat scurries to the medicine den as quickly as she can and ducks her head inside, yellow eyes round with concern. "Fireflyglow? Fawnkit has a fever. He's coughing, too….it isn't whitecough, is it?" Fear laces her tone as she seeks out the colorpoint pelt of her friend, her tail flicking nervously.

// @Fireflyglow
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[FLUFFYPAW]

They've all been a little hungry; early leafbare has driven much of their prey to ground, and even their daylight warriors are struggling to offset the sheer number of mouths SkyClan has to feed. Fluffypaw is sure ThunderClan's blatant, repeated theft hasn't helped much; even the docile apprentice grows disgruntled when she hears about how their neighbors have filled their jaws with fresh-kill meant for their queens, kits, and injured. Fluffypaw is not much of a fighter, but she wonders if Orangestar has changed her tune about ThunderClan's discrepancies in recent days...

The cream tortoiseshell is jostled from her thoughts. A kit mewls and tumbles to the dust, shivering in his pale fur. He weakly cries for Butterflytuft, and in moments, her mother is on her paws, racing for Fawnkit. Fluffypaw sprints closer, her green eyes round with worry. "Fawnkit..." She gives her mother a beseeching look as she reassures the boy before going to get the Clan's medicine cat.

Fluffypaw bundles herself close to Fawnkit in Butterflytuft's absence, hoping her thick fur will provide just a little comfort. "I'll sit with you until Mama gets back with Fireflyglow, okay? You're going to be just fine, little one." She tries for a purr, but it trembles with uncertainty. Would their Clan be subject to sicknesses, too?...

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

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• Fluffykit . Fluffypaw, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 12 moons old, ages realistically on the 8th.
  — mentored by Greeneyes ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
  — skyclan apprentice. butterflytuft x dandelionwish, gen 3.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  lh chocolate tortie/cream chimera with jade eyes. frightened, clingy, anxious, gentle.

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[RAMKIT]

The cold is uncomfortable. Even if it's become all the kitten can fathom in her memory, she detests it and makes it known - the second Butterflytuft stands to warm the pelt of another child, Ramkit finds it in her lungs to release a sharp wail unto the nursery and it's residents. It's pitched and short-lived, ultimately biting into the air to express her discomfort where words yet cannot. Her gaze follows the darkness that is her foster mother as she settles, first, around the one called Fawnkit, and then off into the bright outdoors.

A frequent nursery visitor comes and stations herself beside the wheezing kitten. Knowing no better and having heard enough sniffles and coughs from her niblings, Ramkit pushes herself to her wobbly paws and presses forth, immediately taking residence in Fluffypaw's fluffier tail. She for once holds her teeth in her own maw, but clouded blue eyes hold to the apprentice in a muted, wavering threat. Don't move, it says, her claws kneading the softer ground beneath them.
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[Fireflyglow]

Butterflytuft's arrival is met with a wince, not from distaste, but because he knew something else happened. "The kits?" Fireflyglow asks softly, following the worrying Queen to the nursery. He listens to the symptoms she speaks of, and hums softly. "Dark snot? Green, gross stuff?" He asks aloud, leaning down with a soft apology to the other kits so he could reach out and scruff Fawnkit.

He then sets Fawnkit down between his fluffy paws, long legs blocking the wind slightly. He sniffs over Fawnkit's face, rumbling a soft purr in an attempt to calm him. He lowers his ear to the kitten's chest, listening to the telltale wheezing. "Kittencough. I'll treat him, Butterfly. Promise." He lifts his head, giving the Queen a soft smile of reassurance. Then, glancing down at the kit between his paws, Fireflyglow gives him a grin.

"You eaten a squirrel yet, kit?" He asks, lifting Fawnkit into his jaws once more. He shuffles through the snow, grunting with effort. The others know they can visit him anytime to check up on the kit, but he needed to get Fawnkit to quarantine first before anything.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 27 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[butterflytuft]

"Oh stars, I don't think so?" Butterflytuft mews uncertainly as she stiffly follows the medicine cat back through the snow. She racks her brain, trying to recall the little kit's other symptoms. When they reach the nursery, she stands outside, her small frame trembling - not from cold, but from the whirlwind of worry swirling in her chest. Her ears swivel toward the sound of her daughter's comforting words to the sick kit, and her heart aches with pride for her compassion, but also guilt that she is having to deal with this. Fluffypaw is trying so hard to keep him calm, while Ramkit presses herself into her foster sister's tail, demanding her share of warmth and attention. She then watches Fireflyglow carry Fawnkit away with careful, deliberate steps.

Her paws itch to follow him to the medicine den, to keep a watchful eye on the child and ensure he doesn't get worse. But the determined look on the healer's face stops her. Fireflyglow is capable, and Fawnkit is in good paws. Still, her stomach twists. The queen slips back into the nursery's warm depths, her gaze scanning for the remaining kits. "Fluffypaw, thank you," She murmurs as she presses her cheek gently to her daughter's. "You did so well staying with him. I'll make sure to let Greeneyes know how helpful you were."

She turns her attention to Ramkit next, crouching to the tiny kit's level. The child's stubborn glare might have been intimidating if not for her barely-there wobble of balance. Butterflytuft brushes her tail lightly over her flank. "It's all right, little one. Fawnkit will be back before you know it, good as new. For now, let's make sure you're warm and cozy too," She coos, mistaking her irritation at the cold for frustration that a denmate has left. Carefully, she nudges Ramkit closer to Fluffypaw and then curls herself up next to her daughter, letting the three of them share warmth.
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