Lost in the fire // sick

[Quietcrow]

[TW: throwing up]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ With a tight chest and a crusty nose Quitecrow woke up coughing. Trying not to wake anyone, he hurried out of the warrior den. Something in the back of his mind wondered if he'd should seek out Wolfsong, but he'd been avoiding bothering him since Cottensprig's disappearance. It was nearly blindingly bright outside, even though the sun had not yet reached the horizon. It felt easier to breathe standing up. His paws felt cool from the early morning grass, but he couldn't figure out why his head felt so hot.

Was the fire back? Trying to keep his gait straight, blue eyes darted across the horizon, confused. He staggered as his path slanted to the right. It's so hot. He should get to the warm pool to help get water to camp. His ears and mind struggled to work together. Sniffling, he murmurs, "Sun…warm pool…fire."

With cloudy eyes and furrowed brows, the black warrior stared at the grassy hills, unsure as to why he had suddenly hiked all the way out of camp. Probably best for him to return home, why had he come out here? Then his coughing fit returned, his chest burned begging for relief. Quitecrow felt as like something was stuck in his throat, so he coughed more and more forcefully till a yellow substance emerged. Leaving him both dry heaving and gasping for air. Had Lungwortkit felt like this? Only once had he coughed so violently in his recent memory. "Smoke... cloud." The fever and fatigue that had seared his body raged and pushed him down to the cool earth beneath his feet, where he passed out.

ooc Information

• ooc: — Whoa Quitecrow has yellowcough and his fever took him out of camp believing the fire has returned. Anyone can notice he has been gone for a bit or finding him passed out.
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  Quietpaw — ･ he/him ･ moor runner ･Windclan ･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!

  A timid mostly black tom with white markings on his chest and back. Note: often has short pauses in his speech when he talks. ​

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[RABBITCLAW]

With her line of work, she spent more time in the dark than the surface. That being said, this didn't mean she didn't enjoy leaving the tunnels and walking on the surface. Whatever the moor runners did was none of her concern and frankly she didn't care. In her eyes, most moor runners were snobs. For far too long the job of tunnelers were looked down upon. Few kits wanted to become a tunneler as well. More often than not, she'd hear their desire to become a strong and powerful warrior like the moor runners. She can't say she doesn't see why. If she was put beside a moor runner such as Coldbite, she would look weak. No one wants to look weak.

However, in her stroll she comes across Quietcrow. She can't say she knows him very well or is friends with him, considering they live in different worlds. In my heart I wanna say he's sleeping, but ain't no one gonna sleep like this. Or maybe he totes is? The calico only takes a few steps forward and away from the body before a wave of guilt washes down her spine when she makes the mistake of looking at the sky. Rattleheart would kill me. Ugh, I'm not like you, y'know. I'm not a good cat. With a sigh, she turns herself back around and approaches Quietcrow.

"Heyyyyy! There's better places to sleep than out here, y'know?" There is no response. Figures. Of course he couldn't just wake up and make my life easy. "HELLLLLOOOOOOOO!" Nothing. Ugh, I hoped a second try would work. And so, she resorted to shaking his unconscious body with her paws roughly. When she feels small movement from him she is relieved, only to be met with frustration seconds later when he doesn't wake up. She makes the mistake of pulling on his side too hard and gets a full view of his face contorted with pain.

Ever so slowly she puts a paw to his face and is disturbed by how warm it is. Crap, don't tell me. Without thinking about it, she begins to drag Quietcrow towards camp. This is not something she can help with and she refuses to let Quietcrow die like this. Even if he's being a pain with how heavy he is, she's going to bring him home. Couldn't you have done this in camp? Would've made our lives easier.​

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[Mouseflight]

Not a day goes by where Mouseflight doesn't think of yellowcough or the journey to cure it. It had been almost a full cycle of seasons since that time but it stays in the back of his mind, back when things were better, back when he thought he had everything figured out for who he was and who he wanted to be. The constant fear of it coming back never left him, the fear that the journey to the mountains where so much bad had followed them would be for nothing, but so far things had been fine and so his mind had began to ease. That familiar sick smell mixed with delusions and that gross yellow that came from a cat's maw hadn't been forgotten though he tried, and they had been lucky that it hadn't reared it's ugly head yet.

Until today.

On guard here recently the tunneler had been, always on guard. Worried another tunnel collapse would happen, worried another clanmate would die, he had good reason to believe that this could happen, though it was possible that others around him could see him as overly cautious. When Quietcrow had left his nest Mouseflight had thought it was just a quick trip to the dirtplace, but when he hadn't returned he had began to get worried. Moving up with a stretch of his limbs the small feline quietly moved through the territory, heart beginning to pound in his ears when he saw Rabbitclaw begin to try and drag the other back to camp. Quickly the chimera's paws moved forward, ears pinning to his head before his maw opened to speak, to ask what had happened, before he felt the heat radiate off the warrior's pelt, saw the small pile of yellow bile on the ground so close by and he took a step back. "You shouldn't be touching him." Quietly, panicked, the warrior spoke out to the other, face contorting in fear and disgust before he turned and ran off without another word to get back to camp.

Hopefully he'd find Wolfsong as soon as he entered, hopefully he was wrong about what he thought he saw, simply paranoid by everything happening all around him. Mouseflight was no medicine cat, but he couldn't help but come to the conclusion that it was back and he could only hope that they were prepared to deal with it this time.

⋆｡°✩ threw my voice into the dark

• running off to get @WOLFSONG ! will inform him what he saw/what he thinks when found
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  ⋆ mousekit - mousepaw - mouseflight
  ⋆ amab - he/him - 20 moons
  ⋆ bisexual - open to relationship
  ⋆ tunneler of windclan
  ⋆ attack - speech - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He hadn't liked the naked worry on Mouseflight's face when he first approached Wolfsong for help on the moors, and he likes the look of Quietcrow's illness even less. It drags him back to leafbare, to a chilly dream shared by StarClan and delirium stalking the badger set. Cottonsprig is gone, taken, and at such a time as this, he wonders if WindClan has somehow earned the stars' ire once again. Or is it Wolfsong they punish? Was the loss of his son not enough to slake their thirst?

"Mouseflight," he says from where he crouches beside Quietcrow and Rabbitclaw, staring down at the fevered cat's twitching muscles. "Did you touch him?" His gaze leaves Quietcrow in favor of the warrior intent on dragging him back to camp. Wolfsong cannot be absolutely certain this is yellowcough, but his gut names his dread Plague. Rabbitclaw may very well fall ill with it next. "We are not going back to camp. We take him to the badger set. I cannot risk it."

He relied on Cottonsprig when she was an apprentice to help him while their warriors combed the mountains for lungwort. Who can he turn to now?
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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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