camp MAGGOT BELLY ⛧ sick

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　It's getting harder and harder to find excuses. Before, when his dad was here, he could blame the tightness of his chest and rabbit-quickness of his breath upon anxiety. He could blame the tiredness upon the heat, upon adjusting to training.

He's run out of reasons to deny it now. Sickness has taken Bilberrypaw and Periwinklebreeze, and now it is claiming him too.

His steps are shaky, wobbling like a deer as he exits the apprentice den. He needs to get away from them, he knows, needs to keep his denmates from catching the plague that the death-touched kit has brought. Even his illness-addled mine can see that. "I feel..." Selfish, guilty. He had waited too long, stuck too close to his father even after he knew what ailed them. Even now, he is tempted to blame the hoarseness of his breath upon only his unlucky stars and no willful ignorance. "I... I ffh-feel... not g-good..." The apprentice's voice is a rasp, spoken to no one. He does not seek out the medicine den; its denizens will descend upon him soon enough, once the smell the rotting scent of disease.

THERE ARE FLOWERS GROWING ALL AROUND ⛧ A MASSIVE ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME‎

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they, apprentice of windclan, six moons.
  ⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ⭃ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[ROWANPAW]

They have avoided death's kiss so far, even as their clanmates ran rampant with it with no signs of slowing. This sickness, Yellowcough, had been the catalyst for the Journey of legend which had predated their birth by a season. Cats like Periwinklebreeze and Scorchstreak had risked their lives to aid in finding a cure, so that death would not plague the clans again. Hopefully Wolfsong would swiftly contain this outbreak before it grew to be unmanageable.

It is not difficult to tell that Yellowcough has taken a new victim — Vulturepaw stinks of rot, moves sluggishly like the undead, and even wearily states aloud that he feels unwell. "Stars," Rowanpaw breathes, both concerned that the young apprentice has caught the sickness and that they had been sharing a den with them all this time. They swore to StarClan, if she caught it too...

There is no time to waste. The chimera slips out of the apprentices' den from behind Vulturepaw and meowed, "I'll fetch Wolfsong. He must get you to the Badget Sett immediately." before hurrying toward the medicine den. The tabby tom could complain if he wished, but the longer he remained in camp the more likely he was to spread his germs.

𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓

• @WOLFSONG @CELANDINEPAW

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  a tunneler apprentice of windclan, rowanpaw is nine moons and is mentored by swiftshade they are the child of snakehiss and berrysnap. split directly down the middle, their right half is solid black and their left half is tortoiseshell patterned. they also have amber and blue heterochromia. ✦

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[STOATSPOT]

The plague sweeping Windclan claims more cats by the day, it seems. Stoatspot has tried to pick up the slack for their sick warriors, tried to hunt more to keep them all fed at least- but it feels a little... more like a droplet of water in to a lake than a flood. A slight frustrated breath leaves her mouth at her inability to provide when a voice that sounds too wrong reaches her ears.

Her head slowly turns to the culprit: Vulturepaws posture is sluggish and he is just as hoarse and sick-looking as the rest of the cats that had begun to grow bad. Starclan, help us. A silent prayer is sent above.

Rowanpaw is quick to exit the scene to go find Wolfsong and Celandinepaw and Stoatspot doesnt blame them at all. Words catch in her own throat as she flounders for something to say... "Hey kiddo, lets try sitting down for a bit, kay'?" her words are carefully chosen and carefully said. She keeps her distance but shes sure to keep her voice low and steady so poor Vulturepaw wouldn't panic. "Wolfsong n' Celandine will by by soon and then you'll be right as rain!" she tries to assure him but it feels like an empty comfort.

Its hard to keep up the optimism... But someone has to do it; a strained smile doesn't quite reach her eyes.

𝖫𝖨𝖥𝖤 𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖣 𝖴𝖲 𝖠 𝖯𝖠𝖸𝖢𝖧𝖤𝖢𝖪 ‧₊˚🍎 𝖶𝖤 𝖲𝖠𝖨𝖣 𝖶𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲

• ❥ stoatspot ʚ♡ɞ palomino
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 24 months
  ❥ windclan warrior ʚ♡ɞ mentoring n/a
  ❥ fluffy black / fawn tortie chimera with heterochromia ʚ♡ɞ short, but pure muscle
  ❥ "speech, bfdb81" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ single ʚ♡ɞ pansexual
  ❥ smells like straw, fresh rainfall & soil ʚ♡ɞ home on the range
  ❥ penned by chuff

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He had not thought he could miss treating injuries, but there is a simplicity to wounds that is absent from sickness. He cannot see the cause or the source— only the symptoms, and time is the best medium to measure recovery. It is much the same with wounds, but typically, he watches to ensure infection does not set in. He trusts wounds to heal properly, while he simply waits for yellowcough. It is the sprouting of a dozen small fires feeding into each other, and he does not even need Rowanpaw to speak to know that another WindClanner is ill.

He follows her through camp to the recently apprenticed Vulturepaw, kept company by Stoatspot. She keeps her distance, fortunately, and Wolfsong hopes he will not have to find her fevered on the moors.

"Come," he murmurs, searching Vulturepaw's tired face, his tight features. "We will go to Periwinklebreeze. It may be good for the both of you to recover together." Comfort cannot be underestimated as a tool in medicine, and he would like to see the young Vulturepaw and his adoptive father recovering quickly. As well as every other WindClanner, of course, but their ties to Vulturemask are especially...pressing to Wolfsong.

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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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