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[BLUEFROST]

She has not slept in a den since she was a kit in the nursery, bound to Kestrelsnap's nest. The claustrophobia should not inhibit her, not she who had been in the tunnels since the age of three moons — but her fur prickles with discomfort as she leaves the crowded den and pads into the sunlight. The breeze pulls cool fingers through her pelt. She aims her face toward the sky, whiskers trembling, and sighs.

I must visit Cottonsprig.

Bluefrost had expected to find her sister alone in the medicine cat's den again, but she her vision fills with a wheat-gold pelt, with a single blazing blue eye. "Wolfsong," she murmurs, trying to conceal her surprise. She'd thought she'd seen him leave camp, but... it's too late now, she thinks. Her green gaze swings from Wolfsong to her sister, and that familiar prickling sensation begins to creep through her fur again.

I'm sorry.

"I was wondering if... if you could check the kits," she says tentatively. "To see if they feel healthy. Can you tell how many there are?" She swallows, unable to meet her littermate's grief-shrouded blue gaze.

And who will check you, sister?

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

• ooc: please wait for @WOLFSONG and @cottonsprig
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[cottonsprig]

Cottonsprig finds herself clever in the face of her own brewing tragedy. A week ago, she wasn't sure how she would've managed meandering around Wolfsong with a rounded midsection. Today... she barely skates by. The medicine cat claims that it's the large meals she's eating, hiding behind her little Lungwortkit and the child's sickly scent for as long as she can. She knows she has days, days but her exit plan is hollow boned and frail. Still too many what-ifs rear their ugly heads to her.

She chitters with the aforementioned child leisurely, either soothing her into another feverish nap or telling her a short, fanciful tale to pass the time. Regardless she's interrupted with a calculated but surprised tone - Bluefrost idles by the den's maw, green eyes blinking once, twice, before she recovers and requests a check in.

Bluefrost doesn't look at her. Cottonsprig wonders if she would feel better or worse if her sister did.

"Better you than me, Wolfsong," the blue smoke chirps, her usual cheery-tone only hiccuped by a crack in the first few words. She's sad - of course she is. If not for the experiences she's lost, but for the few or many that she's tarnished for her sister. Cottonsprig tucks her tail closer to her exposed side, keeping Lungwortkit against her other, likely huddled for warmth. "I didn't guess right with Rattleheart, and he had five kits. Bluefrost would send me to StarClan freshly groomed, if I end up as wrong." It keeps her paws away. It keeps her unbridled emotions at bay. It gives her distance that she desperately wished that she didn't need.

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Wolfsong does not yet know why his former apprentice behaves so oddly, but he has certainly noticed how forced her normalcy is. An odd observation to make, certainly, but he does not know how else to describe her behavior. Perhaps Lungwortkit's reliance on Cottonsprig is a bitter reminder of a medicine cat's pledge. Perhaps her sister's pregnancy, too, reminds her of such things. Personally, Wolfsong wonders how much the kits will know of Sootstar's legacy. Will they be burdened from a young age knowing that their grandmother, once a leader of WindClan, is an ugly footnote in their history?

That is to say nothing of the usual dangers that hound WindClan, and their fraught future in leafbare after a burned greenleaf.

His sole gaze travels between the sisters, and he hums enigmatically. He must confess that he is surprised by her refusal, though Wolfsong reasons that it is not necessarily out of character, either. Still, he does not believe he will ever understand the complexities of siblings.

He glances at the little Lungwortkit as well, pressed against Cottonsprig. "Very well," he says finally, gesturing to a nest with his tail, with one last heavy stare for Cottonsprig, her briefly shattered voice weighing on his mind. "Come and lie down as comfortably as you can. I will have to press on your belly, and if it ever hurts, do not bear it silently— you must tell me, Bluefrost."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 46 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (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: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ 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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[BLUEFROST]

Cottonsprig hides herself beside the plague-ridden kit she'd found and dragged back to camp. Bluefrost can smell the sickness over the lungwort, over the other herbs the medicine cats have no doubt shoved down its pathetic throat. The silver-smoked tunneler's eyes are cold as she regards Lungwortkit, and she makes a show of choosing a nest far from the child's misasmic vicinity as Wolfsong instructs her to lie down.

She can feel the tension in the air; it's thick enough to be cut with claws, to be pierced with teeth. Wolfsong is quiet, and Bluefrost does not miss the perceptive stare he gives her sister with one unblinking blue eye.

He has borne kits before. Cottonsprig, you are running out of time. Her pelt prickles uncomfortably as she shifts into the nest, exposing her rounded white belly for the medicine cat to prod. "I will tell you," she promises quietly. "I am hoping to keep them as healthy as I can." Another accusing look is thrown Lungwortkit's direction. "Do you have any advice?"

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan warrior. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[brokenpaw ♠]

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The usual rumbling of Brokenkit's belly has gone unanswered, unsolved, unquenched for much too long. Waking from his nap, no scent of rabbit, nor the scent a mere vole or lark greeted his senses. Honeysucklekit had sworn she did not eat anything given while deep in slumber, the lack of any preyblood scent on her lips proof of her claim.

His weary sights spotted the plumage of a feathery blue tail disappear between the gorse, and the lanky tom promptly snapped up to his paws and moved lowly to the ground, as if stalking the new queen and watching each turn and pause with suspicion. Had she, his ornery and coarse-tongued aunt cousin, taken his expected meal as her own? Already was she wielding her newfound position to snap prey from his precious, battle-barren maw?

Or was it his other cousin, who had taken on a recent runt as a ward? Would she use this advantage, to starve him out of his rightful meal?

"You." Brokenkit stood as a looming shadow at the mouth of Wolfsong's den, honeyed eyes staring intensely down Cottongsprig's gentle blues, flicking to Bluefrost's envious greens and back, unsure who to accuse of first.

"You've grown fat on my food." His raspy hiss spilled with cruel vitriol, baring prodding teeth in his displeasure.

♠ i swear to god, i did what i could ———— ♠ i practically begged you

• um. babys hangry :[ (perms from rae to accuse cott of being. chunky! but /mean)
• 
  
  
  Brokenkit
  —⊰⋅ kit of windclan | 5 months
  —⊰⋅ he/him
  —⊰⋅ mintshade x gracklestep
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ sh solid black tom with yellow eyes
  

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── With his blind side now to Cottonsprig and Lungwortkit, Wolfsong is aware that he will miss potentially important, unspoken language from his fellow medicine cat. He is loathe to do so, but his suspicions must be set aside in favor of more important matters. He wonders how much he might glean from Bluefrost's expressions, then quickly dismisses that hope. She is quite open with her disapproval, he's noticed, but he does not know her subtler reactions well enough to read anything reliable.

He leans closer and rests a gold paw on her pale belly, which will swell yet more as the days pass. On so small a cat, it is almost comical, just as he imagines it was for himself. Gently, he begins to knead, occasionally glancing at her face for any telltale clues of pain. His palpating paw occasionally meets more resistance, and he spares a moment to consider how...strange it feels to be preparing for Sootstar's grandkits. No stranger than Bluefrost may feel as her daughter, he supposes.

"Advice?" He echoes. His mind briefly leaps backward in time to a fire and a body, and Wolfsong swallows hard. "Pray you do not sit on them when they begin clumsily maneuvering around you. Of course, I do not think you will have as large a litter as I did, so—"

And then, from the entrance, a kit's voice, accusatory. The victim of Brokenkit's spite is not quite clear. As Wolfsong looks upon him sharply, it is clear his gaze has not chosen which of the cats to single out, and while he is quite forgiving of youth's many trials and tribulations of development, that is not to say certain behavior should not be corrected. Especially given the brood's mother's disinterest in such matters.

"Are you a WindClan cat, Brokenkit, or are you a squirming hatchling with your mouth wide open for worm slop?" He steps away from Bluefrost for a moment to move toward the dark kit. "A warrior will bring you food when it is caught, but you are not entitled to more than that. Cottonsprig and Bluefrost both need their energy." He waves a paw. "Back to the nursery, unless you need something else. A warrior might have already brought prey for you."
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 46 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (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: Thanks to Starlingheart and his own pregnancy, he's better prepared for the arrival of kits, but any complications will need a little faith and a lot of luck.
• — ★☆☆☆☆ 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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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost subjects herself to Wolfsong's careful prodding, lying uncomfortably prone with her belly out as the medicine cat runs his golden paws over its surface. She flicks her tattered ear, listening for discontent, for concern, but there is none. Wolfsong is dry as ever, telling her her biggest concern will be to avoid stepping on her young when they're old enough to maneuver about. He does not tell her directly how many kits she'll bear, but he tells her her litter will not be as big as his own. Nor as big as Mother's, then, she thinks. She shifts, tucking her tail against her side. Thriftfeather, our litter will be small... She wishes she had him to share the news with; the idea that she cannot seek him in the scrubland makes her sad.

They are rudely interrupted by an angular black shadow, his eyes burning accusatorily first toward her, then toward her sister and the simpering kitten at her side. "You," Brokenkit growls, his midnight lips peeling away from sharp, needle-like teeth: "You've grown fat on my food." Bluefrost's fur bristles; she gives Cottonsprig a half-panicked look, but she's saved by Wolfsong.

The medicine cat burns his blue eye through Brokenkit's insolence. She sags with relief. "The medicine cats must keep their strength up," she murmurs. "If you get sick, who else will stop you from dying? Certainly not Mintshade." She heaves herself to her paws unsteadily, avoiding Cottonsprig's blue gaze. "Thank you, Wolfsong. I have grown tired."

She fixes Brokenkit with a cool green look. "I shall accompany him back to the nursery, where he belongs. Perhaps a warrior will take pity on you soon and bring you a piece of fresh-kill, if you keep your mouth shut." She sweeps past the healers, brushing herself crudely against the angular black kitten.

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 17 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan lead warrior and queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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