live now [morning sickness] think later

[Lightflower]

❝ swinging in the rain humming melodies ❞​

//tw: emetophobia

Stars, today was going slowly. The air had a biting chill that had yet to be warmed (however feebly) by the sun. Lightflower felt sluggish at best that morning. Dawn patrol was usually one she didn't mind so much. It was nice to get her assigned duty out of the way in the morning, free to do what she chose later. But this morning in particular she was feeling rather off. Her stomach wasn't agreeing with her, either. Even the suggestion of prey made her rather nauseous.

As the patrol finally made their way back to camp, she felt a wave of heat wash over her. The tabby had little choice except to dart to a nearby snowbank and retch what little she had managed. With a shudder, she covered her sick with snow. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," she apologized quickly.

@GENTLESTORM or @HOPEPAW but no need to wait
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[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw's ears flick back as Lightflower veers off toward the snowbank, the sound of retching breaking the quiet of their return to camp. She halts mid-step, her orange-and-blue gaze narrowing slightly in concern as the warrior straightens and begins brushing snow over the evidence. "You don't look fine," She mutters, her voice soft enough that it could almost pass as casual. She hesitates before doing anything else, her tail tip twitching. Watching Lightflower - kind, bubbly Lightflower - looking so unsteady stirs an unease in her own gut.

"You should tell Gentlestorm," She adds more firmly, taking a step closer, though she keeps her distance as if unsure how to approach. "What if it's greencough or...something worse?" Her eyes flick briefly to Raccoonstripe, then back to the warrior. "You can't just ignore it." The edge of confidence in her tone falters as she shifts on her paws, the worry creeping through despite her best efforts to mask it. "Do you need me to get him for you?"

// @RACCOONSTRIPE mention
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[SQUIRRELPAW]

Squirrelpaw was unusually quiet that morning. Her mind had been a swirling mess of thoughts and emotions that only seemed to grow more complex with every terrible event that occurred the past few moons. Watching her mother die to rogues had been infinitely worse than nearly being killed in battle herself, as impossible as she would've thought that to be. And she'd been able to do nothing to help, yet again. What was she even good for? Her warrior ceremony was coming up in less than a moon, and all she had proven to her clan is how quickly she can mess things up. Her mentor must be disappointed in the pathetic little mouse she'd been stuck trying to train these last six moons.

Speaking of her mentor….

Squirrelpaw had been effectively ignoring Lightflower for the majority of the patrol, too ashamed to even make eye contact, let alone offer her normal incessant chattering. But the horrible sound of retching quickly had her emerald gaze snapping to the silver tabby, widening with concern at how frail the warrior looked. Like Scarletpaw, she was unsettled at seeing Lightflower so unwell. How self-involved must she be to not realize her mentor was in such bad shape today? "Lightflower… you're shaking," she murmured worriedly, pushing past her denmate to press her nose to her mentor's shoulder. "Scarletpaw is right, you need to go to the medicine den. I'll come with you." Her company likely wasn't needed, and maybe wasn't wanted, but she was determined to help. This was something that would be hard for even her to make worse.

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‎‎ooc ✶ info

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  SQUIRRELPAW ✶ she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, 11 moons
  ⭃ lh blue torbie with low white and green eyes // slender but fluffy
  ⭃ single, bisexual, crushing on lionpaw // flamestar x flycatcher
  ⭃ sister to bugpaw, ravenpaw, sunpaw, falconheart and stormfeather
  ⭃ mentored by lightflower // adoptive sister to sparrowpaw
  ⭃ peaceful powerplay permitted // underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by limerence ↛ @limericks. on discord, dm for plots

 

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕Even though the heavy white out snow had passed, it would take some time before what it had left behind would melt. The bitter air suggested that the snow wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. Still unable to leave the camp, Flamestar found herself today waiting for the patrols to return. Sitting idle had never been something she could easily do, so if there were still things she could do to while staying in the camp, she would find them.

Her ears perked as she heard voices coming from just outside the camp. As the patrol emerged, Lightflower looked...awful. She was no medicine cat, but it didn't take much to notice her unsteady paws, her glazed eyes, and the smell of fresh sick that still clung to her pelt. "Oh dear.." the leader began as she cautiously padded over, eyeballing the younger warrior. Hopefully whatever this was, wasn't contagious. Perhaps she had simply eaten a bad piece of prey...instead of the alternative that instinctively came to mind. Surely not... Leafbare was in full swing, surely another warrior wouldn't be expecting kits right now.

Luckily, Gentlestorm wasn't too far away. She could spot the fuzzy tom's pelt from here. She cast one last glance towards Lightflower, before padding off to grab the Medicine Cat. "Gentlestorm, Lightflower is...unwell." Please just let it be bad prey...

no damsel in distress ( dont need to save me ) //

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• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 39 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle, will start & finish fights
  ★★★★★★☆☆★
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[HOPEPAW]

⊱⊰ The cold sinks its claws deeper into ThunderClan, digging deep ruts into the oak forest's bleeding flanks. The girl has been taught about winter, the hardship that the coldest season brings, but until now she has never understood fully how dangerous (and miserable) it is. Frost coats the ground, turns her clanmates' paws cracked and bloody, reveals ribs beneath thin pelts. She tucks herself close to her uncle's side through it all, not allowing herself to stray far—they are a team now, and they'll both be needed to help keep their clan safe and healthy. So when Flamestar approaches them to inform them of Lightflower's condition, the apprentice lifts her head to stare at her.

"Unwell," she echoes the leader's words, dark eyes narrowing as her gaze turns to Lightflower. Even from a distance, it's clear to see that the warrior must be feeling unwell indeed. Hopepaw can only hope that the vague term means that Lightflower is only feeling a bit under the weather… and not dying. She's watched enough clanmates nearly succumb to worse fates, like Doepath nearly had. Like Gentlestorm himself nearly had. Lilac paws shift as she uncurls herself and rises from her uncle's side, striding over to peer at the unwell warrior. Scarletpaw and Squirrelpaw are both at Lightflower's side, each of them appearing concerned for the older molly. "Gentlestorm?" She speaks, looking to the medicine cat for guidance. He'll know what they should do, surely.

an ancient spirit’s song 【❖】 will heal our wounds

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  HOPEPAW ❯❯ she/her, thunderclan medicine cat apprentice
  
  ⊱ skinny, thick-furred lilac molly with deep copper eyes. soft-spoken and a bit of a grouch.
  ⊱ daughter of batwing and leopardtongue ; adopted by roeflame
  ⊱ mentored by gentlestorm
  ⊱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted ; does not typically like physical contact from anyone besides her family
  ⊱ penned by foxlore

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Dawn patrol had been cold and wearisome, but relatively uneventful. Raccoonstripe has to thank ThunderClan's lucky stars that their borders have been quiet since leafbare had gripped their forest; they didn't have the territory or the warriors to spare for fruitless spats. Is he nervous about encountering an enemy patrol? No, he'd never be — he's a ThunderClan warrior, through and through, and he'd give his life for the Clan he vowed to die serving — but what sort of a fight can he put up anymore, anyway?

It's been a challenge, adjusting to eclipsed vision. Sudden noises from his left startle him. He's come to resent cats who forget the missing eye, who blunder too close where he can't catch them in his periphery. Raccoonstripe had once prowled this forest like the hunter he was born and raised to be, and now he feels almost as tender-footed as a deer in his own territory.

Still, Scarletpaw's training hasn't suffered too much since his stint in the nursery. The girl has continued to work hard to provide for ThunderClan, and even if she'd felt resentment at being paired with Raccoonstripe's son under his tutelage, she'd never verbalized her complaint.

He almost misses the retching from a bent-over Lightflower; his thoughts are a tangled mess. But Scarletpaw catches his single burning eye, a questioning gleam there. "What if it's greencough or... something worse?" The tabby frowns, his tail swishing behind him. Flamestar and Squirrelpaw go to the gray tabby's side, and Hopepaw, the Clan's medicine cat apprentice, looks to her mentor for further instruction. Raccoonstripe's ear twitches thoughtfully.

"It is the season for greencough," he mutters. "That's the last thing ThunderClan needs right now. Don't get too close to her, Scarletpaw, until we know what it is. I need you healthy."

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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — Gentlestorm has to bite back a sigh but nods when Hopepaw uncurls herself from him and he rises so that he may follow especially since Flamestar's the first to summon for him. The warm colors of her pelt catch his dark gaze, his lilac apprentice already heading in the direction of Lightflower, and he can see there's a certain look to the red tabby's expression that makes him fear for what he may find out. Both of his ears angle forward only to allow himself to gently brush his coat against Flamestar offering her a small nod of his helm and wry smile before it vanishes, he approaches Lightflower with his bushy eyebrows knitting together. It seems that she's sick and that itself causes his pupils to narrow at her suspiciously as his helm tilts to the side like an owl.

"What... do you feel? ... How... do you feel?" He rasps the inquiry quietly though he waits for her to answer before he decides on what her ailment may be. He spares a glance towards Hopepaw only to nod as if to silently say listen since he knows that she has already dealt with some kitting and expecting queens but... to spot the symtoms right away could oftentimes prove difficult especially to Hopepaw now. She'd learn... he would make sure of it.

TAKE A SEAT BUT I'D RATHER YOU NOT BE HERE FOR ᨒ WHAT COULD BE MY FINAL FORM

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 62 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one...
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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