sensitive topics morning frost // asthma attack

[PEARLKIT]

tl;dr: sensitive topic for asthma attack - pearl got sick from Morningkit + the frost is triggering baby's first asthma attack

His awareness is new. He's not that old yet, but the awareness he has gained has told him one thing.It's... cold. It's been cold here, where they live. It makes his chin itchy, his breaths wheeze in his chest, and to a degree he's gotten used to that. But even now, when he should be able to walk, to move, he's done nothing but curl himself into his parent's side in the desperate attempt to stay warm.

He always feels better bundled up against her body, buried in the warmth of another body that makes his wheezing instead turn into the occasional dry cough. Even when his sister, Morningkit, had been even sicker, he hadn't been able to do much but occasionally nose into her side, glance her way, just to check that the bodies who should belong here still are. Even though he had ended up with her cold too, he had been able to do nothing but cough, and cough, and cough.

But it's only getting colder. He keeps rubbing his face into the pelt next to him as his face itches and his breath catches, trying to find a comfortable spot. But nothing is comfortable. If he buries his face all the way, it's hard to take a full breath in. If he lifts his head, the air is so cold that it burns in his chest. Anywhere in between and he's still dealing with the lingering remenants of his sister's passed-on illness with his nose just a little too stuffy to be comfortable.

Restless, he adjusts again and again, maw parting as he gasps in breaths through his mouth, panting faster. They're still cold, but they carry a little deeper into his lungs. A little worm of fear starts to prickle down his back and his paws. His breath always catches on his inhales, making him cough. Then wheeze on his exhales; his chest squeezes. Pearlkit whines, pushing himself up to his paws in the panic of realization.

He can't breathe through his stuffy nose. He can't breathe through his mouth. He leans forward into the parent beside him, a paw scrambling desperately into their side, hacking into a series of coughs that has his body hunching forward and his eyes watering. Help,. He knows that word, because sometimes when someone comes into the nursey, someone says, Thanks for the help.​

 

[flax]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — the color of our planet from far, far away .​

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The weather seems to be getting worse. Yesterday it had been pretty mild, with puffed fur being the only tool Flax had needed to chase the nip in the air, and yet today, he can feel the chill seeping right down to the core of his bones. Maybe it's because his kit-soft fur doesn't really have enough insulation to protect him yet, but when he'd tried stepping outside the medicine den to do his daily round of SkyClan camp exploration, he'd only managed to get as far as the nursery before he'd promptly given up. He bursts through the entrance of the den with an exaggerrated full-body shiver, a tiny exhale puffing from his lips in the form of telling mist.

"Brr! It's so cold!" the gray kitten whines loudly as he plods further into the den, his voice for once sounding clear and strong and void of infection, though his eyes had begun to water again in reaction to the stinging cold. It's fine, though—they don't itch, so it's probably not the infection rearing its ugly head again. But as he takes a few steps closer to the cats huddled together in a nest, he hesitates. His ears twitch, and beneath each soft murmur and tired purr, he thinks he catches a ragged, quiet... Wheeze?

The cold forgotten, Flax slinks a little closer to where Pearlkit lay nestled into the belly of his parent. For a moment he just stands there, stock-still as if frozen to ice, watching the young kitten pant and paw and cough and struggle to breathe, just as he had in the early stages of his own infection. No... No, this is worse. His mind whirls, and quickly he jumps to conclusions, his voice raising into a wail as he backs away from the younger kit's quiet struggle. "I made him sick!" Flax cries aloud, worried eyes jumping from Pearlkit to his parent and back again. It wasn't him who spread the sickness—not really. It had been Morningkit who had passed on this illness, but as a once-carrier of kittencough himself, Flax is washed by waves of guilt and shame which spin through his mind like a pair of talon-locked eagles.

Wide cyan eyes dart around the darkness of the den as he further backs up, half inside and half outside, a tear-filled glance thrown over his shoulder as he tries helplessly to beckon one of the milling warriors closer. "Somebody help Pearlkit!" he cries, turning tail now to rush to the medicine cat's den. If there's any cat who can make Pearlkit breathe again, it's @Fireflyglow . Bursting inside the den with his fur on end, he searches nervously for the blind tom. "Fireflyglow!"

 

[Owlheart]

She knows realistically that it's only natural for kits to develop illness during the cold seasons. She's just furious at the weather for changing in the first place, they weren't given the opportunity to prepare. Not that she knows how to prepare in the first place, she's been bumbling around blindly since before these kits were born. Morningkit's illness had been the main concern for her, as she assumes it has been for both of her mates. Pearlkit's asthma hasn't spiked since they were told to keep an eye on it. None of the other kits had shown signs of illness so it should be okay, they're okay.

Owlheart trials behind Flax, chuckling at his outburst that it's so cold. "It usually doesn't get this cold until later, it's a shame your first leaf-bare is so extreme" maybe he would remember it though. As she travels further in her ear flicks at the sound of wheezing, her first thought jumps to Pearlkit. He had been wheezing when she took him to the medicine cat den, is that the case now? "Pearlkit?" She calls out timidly as she crosses towards Oddgleams nest with a worried meow. Bile rests in the back of her throat but she swallows it back down, alongside any residing panic that may be rising up.

While she's no medicine cat she checks to make sure there's no blood or foam, having nightmares over this exact scenario. It's dizzying but she's relieved to not notice anything like that at least. Flax brings her to her senses, calling out for someone to help him. Exchanging a look with Oddgleam she glances behind her "I'll be right back" she murmurs to both him and their kit, running after the kitten who had gone to get help.

He could handle it sure but what if he tripped? what if a hawk stole him on the way? or what if Fireflyglow just needed help with grabbing more herbs? Chances are Flax didn't even know what was happening because of his youth but then again did she even know? "Fireflyglow! Pearlkits wheezing again, it's bad this time" Taking in a deep breath to calm her nerves she continues explaining while the tom prepares to leave. "He's coughing too, please help" she knows that he wouldn't just not help, duty or otherwise these are also his kin even if not by blood. Some selfish and cruel part of her buried deep within hoped that meant something, hoped that meant they had priority. ​

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OPEN UP YOUR HEART ☼ LIKE THE GATES OF HELL ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  OWLHEART
  She / her ||Warrior of SkyClan || 19 moons
  ❥ An orange tabby with low white and an owls feather tucked in her tail.
  ❥ Mates with Oddgleam and Crowsight | Mother to Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit, Brightkit and Ravenkit.
  ❥ Mentoring Hollypaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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[Fireflyglow]

He hadn't gone to visit Gentlestorm just yet- with all of their preparations for leafbare, he hadn't had the chance to. So when he hears the panicked call of Owlheart, Fireflyglow yanks his head from the pile of herbs he was digging through immediately. He rushes out, the words on his familial kin's lips worrying him. An asthma attack. So soon? His eyes flutter open, wide with worry.

"Flax!" Fireflyglow shouts out, his deep voice booming with an authority he hasn't used before. It isn't cold, nor rough- it is worrisome, filled with a sense of dilapidated anxiety. "To your nest, little sprout." He orders the kit simply, head swinging as he closes in on Pearlkit's wheezing, gasping form. Fireflyglow doesn't have time for niceties. He scoops the little bundle up by its scruff, behemoth paws carrying his massive body back to the safety of his den.

He panics, then. Trying his best to find a solution, however temporary it may be. When a cat is having a hard time breathing during yellowcough, what did one give them? He blinks anxiously. "Owlheart, rub Pearlkit's chest with your paw. Try to keep calm." He orders the she-cat, already dropping the kit softly to a fresh nest close to his own. He ventures into his herb storage, paws flicking through the many herbs he had in stock. He lifts coltsfoot unceremoniously, shoving it over to the kit. "I know it is hard, little pearl. You must eat this. It will clear your lungs." He whispers softly, paw gently brushing over the small kit's head and spine to comfort them. His little nibling, so small and fragile- he wouldn't be able to face his brother if he were to lose a kit this young. If he were to be the cause of a death so avoidable due to his own irresponsibility.​

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[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] The commotion around him is what awoken Fawnkit from his nap, the wheezing hadn't been noticed until Flax's voice shrill and panic came rushing about, only for Owlheart's voice to come second and then Fireflyglow's which made bi-color eyes lift onto the crowded cats seeing the worried looks that carried them and Pearlkit was lifted up and taken away which was what finally got Fawnkit to his paw as he quickly followed after the crowd with a confused look on his gaze, finally realizing that Pearlkit was struggling to breathe making worry settle like hot rocks in the older kit's stomach.

He paused in front of the den bi-color eyes staring inside while a frown peered on his lips. "Is Pearlkit going to be okay?" he asked softly. It seems like everyone was getting sick these days, from Morningkit to Flax and now even poor Pearlkit had gotten it, and it was a shame because this cold wasn't helping at all. Shivering slightly the boy puffed out his fur as he angled his ears forward to try and listen to whats going on. Surely Pearlkit was fine, he had Fireflyglow and his parents.

Still he stood in front of the den trying to peer and watch where he stood, wanting to be sure his denmate would be fine. Fluffy tail twitching slightly while eyes kept glue on Owlheart and Fireflyglow's form, the cold air making him shiver even more, yet he didn't want to go until he got the answer he wanted from the group fretting over the tiny form of Pearlkit.

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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
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[PEARLKIT]

// This got... really long somehow?? Mostly Pearl just acknowleging the people around him! Important stuff is at the end

Part of him has to wonder if this is some sort of bad sign. Because in an instant, there's chaos around him. It's not supposed to be like this. He doesn't like this. The fussing, the loud voices, the fear in the people around him. It grips him tighter, eyes wide as Flax yells about being the one to make him sick, to help him.

Yes, at least someone's helping him; but Flax wasn't responsible for this. He's felt this wheeze in his chest for as long as he can remember, and Flax definitely isn't his Mama or his Mapa or his Papa either. It's at least a comforting, distracting thought. One that takes the space before Owlheart appears.

That's Mama. Her voice is surprisingly calm as she calls his name and it's comforting. "A-... M...a," he tries to choke out. But just as quickly she's gone too, chasing after Flax who's already left and Pearlkit presses his paws deeper against Oddgleam as he tries to will air into his lungs.

It's like breathing through a mouthful of fur - it just doesn't work. Thin and impeded, and the chaos only continues. In an instant he's scooped up by someone new - is that Fireflyglow?- and the feeling of weightlessness that hits him as he's scruffed falls down into the pit of his stomach, the sudden sting of cold air as he's lifted from his safety.

He's scared, he's scared. He's been here before in Firefly's den but it was never like this. Fireflyglow never spoke in this kind of voice before and it's startling. Where's Oddgleam? Where's his siblings? Why does he have to be here away from them?

Because I can't breathe- the knowledge rings hollow in a mind coming to full conciousness. This is because of him. The reason he's here right now is because of his own body. He can't even cry; he can't gasp enough air in to make that first wail that wants to rip of out of his lungs. It's not fair.

It hurts now too, and Firefly's saying something to his mom that goes in one ear and out the other. Everything's ringing; he's still coughing too, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes and spilling over the more he fights against his own body. Everything feels like it's happening so fast and so slow at the same time that by the time Fireflyglow is with him he doesn't realize until their large paw is almost eclipsing his entire body.

Oh, there's that softer voice again. That sounds more like Fireflyglow. He tries to tip his head up to look, but he doesn't even get as far as his chin until the words slowly start to have meaning. Oh, right. He needs to eat this- an interesting task when he can't stop coughing.

He gets a mouthful of it, sinking down against the floor until his legs are sprawled, because he understands that this is help. But it's a mouthful he gets two chews into before the coughs threaten it all again- nevermind the taste. It's really bitter, a fact which has his nose and tongue scrunching up on reflex, shoving the offending herb out of his mouth with his next coughs.

He just needs to eat it! But now he's coughing again and... he can't. He can't.​

 

[Owlheart]

She registers the instructions that Fireflyglow gives but there is a moment before her paws react to the information. Owlheart can't help but wonder if that is what causes the next round of fitful coughing. The sound is barking and wet, a rattle of a wheeze being squeezed out from her son as each one passes. That is enough to spur her actions, rubbing his chest with her paw and rambling about anything at all. What birds she saw today amidst the cold weather, the prey that had been caught.

There was a thought that the constant noise would help keep Pearlkit calm, something familiar that isn't panicked. Even though the anxiety threatened to boil over she would be fine, this could be something to unpack afterwards where her son can't see. "You're okay Pearlkit, it's going to be fine" she murmurs softy, hoping for this fact to be true.

Yet he doesn't eat, the herb hangs uselessly in his maw only for the kitten to cough it back out. Maybe it tickled something? He could just not be used to herbs too… That would explain that grimace of an expression he held. There's an anxious glimmer in her eye as she looks to Fireflyglow. "Maybe… It could be made softer? Is that a thing that you can do?" She hopes so, there is still that kit like illusion of a belief that Medicine Cat's can do anything. Owlheart would hate to lose that illusion at the cost of her son's life. With an anxious flick her tail she continues to rub Pearlkit's chest. Hoping that a solution will be able to present itself.​

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎OPEN UP YOUR HEART ☼ LIKE THE GATES OF HELL ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  OWLHEART
  She / her ||Warrior of SkyClan || 19 moons
  ❥ An orange tabby with low white and an owls feather tucked in her tail.
  ❥ Mates with Oddgleam and Crowsight | Mother to Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit, Brightkit and Ravenkit.
  ❥ Mentoring Hollypaw
  ❥ "Speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}

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