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[THISTLEPAW !]

❝ THE TENACITY I HOLD✧°.☀ ——————————————————————————————————
The seal-point kitten had hardly left their nest since the death of Rattleheart. He took in her scent one last time and thought that maybe, if he stayed in it long enough, he'd smell like her forevermore ( the smell of Rattleheart was gone, now, but he could swear he can still scent it ). Thistlekit would only abide by the wishes of his father, and only the bare minimum: eat when he was told and walk around the den just a bit so he'd maintain his strength. No playing, no socializing. So was his life for now, until he inevitably became an apprentice - oblivious to what was going on in his Clan right now - so much so he hadn't noticed Splinterkit joined Wolfsong and Celandinepaw in their den.

He feels worse today. The kitten hears his father's voice, gently telling him to go stretch his legs and eat something. He grumbles, snappish and irritated. I don't want to. Is on the tip of his tongue and then he notices how sore his throat is. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. . . except it is. He has to practically drag himself out of the nursery and into camp, his muscles aching with every step he takes. Thistlekit doesn't even get close to the prey-pile, he can't, before he flops down on the grass in a coughing fit.

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• THISTLEKIT ✩ HE/HIM, kit of windclan, four moons
  ⭃ long haired seal-point kitten with an unusually long tail and pale blue eyes. short history blurb, short opinion on clan/clan specific traits. 1-2 sentences bout personality stuff and any other important details.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by nocthymia ↛ @hypmic on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

 

[CELANDINEPAW]

Like a dogged gadfly, sickness circled its closest kin, as the great animal of tragedy had taken its toll upon the summer-set moorlands. It had only been worsened by the death of Rattleheart, that oppressive miasma that wanted to choke out the light of the sweeter season, a heat that rose yet always lingered. Even the kittens did not play outside, for the fear of catching yellowcough had warned concerned parents enough of it. Pestilence had claimed yet another victim, in the form of the collapsed form of the wheezing Thistlekit, as though he lost the reprieve of his naivete far sooner than any kitten should have. She did not see him inch towards the prey-pile, only seeing his coat among the whirring wildgrasses, as though the earth aimed to cushion the child. The coughs proved all-too-familiar, the hacking that culminated from the bile of the body, never truly extinguishing itself from the windpipe where it lay claim. Celandinepaw huddled around seal point kitten, perhaps in the manner of a macabre specter, for she had grown closer to the uncomfortability of mortality as the days straddled by. And yet, bright eyes kindled in worry, so unlike the sickness that only aimed to take and take until there was nothing else to take.

"Wolfsong! Thistlekit needs our help! Should I - Should I take him to the medicine cat's den?" She called out for the sunshot pelt of her mentor. Panic settled into her heart, by now a regular within the stringed crevices of her heart, a bird that had crafted its nest from the stray linings of her own uncertainty. He's just a kitten. What do I do?! He's not going to die so soon, right? He's a strong kitten, right?

𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘒 .° ✿ °. 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘙𝘊

• @WOLFSONG !
  
• ( NOTE: Reference is a placeholder until a drawn reference can be supplied. Credit HERE )​
  
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  —— CELANDINEPAW / She/They/He / 11 Moons
  —— Moor Runner Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Dimmingsun
  —— A shorthaired golden spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild.
  —— Extroverted and unafraid to speak their mind, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and somewhat cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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[NIGHTKIT!]

Day after day there was a different cat that something was wrong with. What exactly that was Nightkit didn't know. But there was at least one thing he had discovered that all of them followed in the same pattern and that was coughing. Every single one of them cough before getting taken away. That meant coughing was bad. He was sure father had told him to stay away from cats that was bad. That was why he had been staying away from Thistlekit because they had been acting strange this past couple of days. Nightkit was too young to understand grief never having lost anyone who was importand to his life. Rattleheart had been nothing but a name and a face to the kit to begin with. So for him it was a valid reason to avoid the other kit.

By the time Thistlekit collapse happened, Nightkit was standing by the nursery entrance to observe the situation from a safe distance. Turned out there had been a reason for him to be cautious. He could not say he liked to see what was happening around them. It was confusing. Celandinepaw already had the situation under control, help was on its way for his denmate. Nightkit did not wish to get any closer then he already was. It felt unsafe. So he would stay where he was to observe the situation.

He would wait until the danger had been taken care of so it was safe to run outside again.


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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Rattleheart's death is especially harsh given WindClan's invisible enemy, and his heart lurches when he hears his apprentice's voice announcing Thistlekit has taken ill. His mother is gone, and that alone is stressful for one so small and young— Wolfsong understands that all too well, given his own kithood. So too does his chest ache at Celandinepaw's shout, so different from the sound of Cottonsprig calling for Wolfsong. He takes a deep breath and forges out of the medicine den, noting Nightkit's distance with some relief before reaching Celandinepaw and the coughing Thistlekit.

"Yes, take him there— I will check the other kits, just in case." And so he turns back on Nightkit, stepping toward him and bending slightly to meet his gaze. "How are you feeling, little warrior? Does your head hurt, or perhaps your chest? Is it still easy to breathe?"
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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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