LAST CALL [ ✦ ] yellow cough

[DIPPERFROST]

"Shellsong?" Dipperpaw's voice seems so big in the warriors den. For a moment she takes it all in. With any luck, soon she would call this home but for now she was merely a visitor, an apprentice searching for a mentor who had been a little bit too late to their promised training. Dipperpaw had waited as long as she could before resorting to this. It was nearly mid morning and they had been supposed to depart at dawn. When she lays her odd colored eyes on the she-cat though she can tell immediately that something is wrong. Her sides rise and fall erratically and when Dipperpaw draws closer, the scent of sickness hits her nostrils. She stumbles backwards, afraid of it getting her.

This was not good. Her mentor was ill and as she debates on if it is yellow cough or something else, the warrior lets out a raspy cough. "Dipperpaw?" she calls out into the darkness "Dipperpaw is that you? Go-Go get Ravensong" as always, the senior warrior is no nonsense. She wastes no time in telling her apprentice that everything would be okay. It would be an empty reassurance anyways. Dipperpaw had always appreciated her honesty but now she wishes she would console her. Still, she skitters backwards in search of the clans medicine cat. She stands in the middle of the camp, looking uncharacteristically nervous as she searches for that familiar dark colored pelt.

// Dipperpaws NPC mentor is sick and she is looking for @RAVENSONG !
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[RAVENSONG]

"You're standing like a fish out of water—what's wrong?"

Ravensong's glum voice breaks into the relative silence of the camp for now. He had just emerged from his den, pelt slicked fresh with water (his idea of protecting himself against his patients). His flicks an ear to relieve it of some of the excess droplets. Dipperpaw herself does not seem sick so he can only guess why the she-cat looked so nervous.

☾₊ ⊹ темная ночь — dark is the night

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  RAVENSONG of RIVERCLAN
  — LH BLACK POLYDACTYL MALE (CARRYING CINNAMON, DILUTE) a tall, slender creature with pitch-black feathery fur, large ears, and a sharply angled skull held up in an aloof manner. smells of dried herb, speaks with a low and rumbly accent and walks with an elegant slinking gait.
  
  — born in twolegplace and orphaned at a young age, he joined riverclan at its inception and began training as a drypaw warrior known for a bitter temperment until beesong made him his medicine cat apprentice. after his mentor's untimely death, he had been named ravensong at the moonstone, young heart revitalized with anger and guilt. he is a somber and thorough medicine cat that guards every word spoken in the confines of his den.
  
  — secretly loves "the stars but not so much what inhabits them"
  — openly suffers from chronic migraines
  — single, but "it's complicated"

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[FALLINGLIGHT]

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ⸻ Shortly after Dipperpaw, Fallinglight had ducked briefly into the warriors den with a small patch of moss to fluff up Saltsting's nest. The gesture was quickly forgotten when he realized how sickly Shellsong was, and now he's coming up shortly behind the apprentice with a small frown and a slight twist to his ears. Ravensong's no doubt mired in the sick— swimming in them, even, which doesn't explain the wet sheen of his fur, even if it does make the metaphor a little more apt.

"Shellsong's sick," he says with a glance at Dipperpaw, and he brushes her shoulder reassuringly with his own. "She's in the warriors den still. I can help you lead her to the medicine den— it didn't look like she can stand on her own."
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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 / / \ \ 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙰 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙴𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 / / 09.08.23 \ \ 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴

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• — FALLINGLIGHT / / 13 moons old / / amab and uses masculine pronouns; will be startled by the use of any others.
  — warrior of riverclan / / earned warrior name early at 10 moons / / skilled but not experienced / / mentoring [n / a].
  — npc parents / / father died in the great battle and mother left when he was apprenticed / / no contact w / siblings.
  — flirtatious & disastrous bisexual / / fairly indiscriminate (even when he should be) / / closed to long-term romance.
  
  a fairly trim, athletic cream tabby and black chimera with high white. fur is thick and a bit sharp, though tends to soften and curl primarily around his face and tail when wet. eyes are a bright, gleaming blue at home with the river on clear, sunny days. he is rarely without a devil-may-care grin, though despite his daring personality, has yet to accumulate noticeable scarring.
  
• dear shell, i don't envy ravensong. i mean, not for his job. at least he knows what he's doing, though; i see all my sick clanmates and the only thing i can do is help them get to him.

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[Troutpaw]

Troutkit trembled at the news of another cat being sick. The young kit had lost her mother at the beginning of all this. Now, so many are gone. Would Shellsong be walking with her mother soon? The kit hated the idea of another clan mate leaving. There wasn’t even anything they could do. All the medicine was gone, right? The poor warrior couldn’t even stand on their own?

The kit looked at the group sadly. She didn’t really feel like playing anymore. ""
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