camp never loose your flame — sickness

[LOSTMOON]

sacrifice , that's what we do for the people we love .
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Lostmoon shifted inside his nest, blood-rimmed optics blinking sluggishly to peer at the mouse some whisker-lengths away, barely touched. A cough wracked through his frame, drawing a loud whine from the queen, grimacing at the sharp pang welling up within his throat.

He sunk further into the familiar heat of his nest still smelling of Jaggedstorm, legs stretched out to accommodate the swell of his stomach. He was nearly due, one week until he became a parent. He felt gross and awful. The ghostly queen shifted, shivers wracking his frame with each passing second, growing worse until he went into a coughing fit, burrowing his helm deeper into the nest, paw sliding over his muzzle.

He needed to get out, but the thought of rolling onto his paws made him tired just thinking about it. Lostmoon’s breath sputtered, until the familiar smell of his mate flooded his senses, drawing him out of his foggy mind. “H, Hubby.” He whimpered, burrowing further into his mate’s hide, willing the soreness to just leave.

“S, Some get—” He broke into another coughing fit, half-lidded optics fluttering shut, grimacing, listening to Jaggedstorm’s booming voice call for someone to get one of the medicine cats. Lostmoon winced, willing a tired helm to tuck further into his mate’s side, ears flat against his helm. So loud.

/ lostmoon's sick ! jaggedstorm is with him, just didn't feel like double posting, but he called out for someone to get one of the meddies ! ​

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[TWITCHBOLT]

Every day, Twitchbolt was prepared for someone else on SkyClan's roster to dive off into the depths of illness. Part of him felt bad for poor Doompaw, suffering with an ever-distracted mentor- but it was so hard to concentrate on the future when the present looked like this. Sputtering splintering through the air at every opportunity- coughs that surely would flit their way over to him in his sleep, and - and oh, how could he sleep when everything was like this...

Tired eyes burst wide at the sound, pupils darting toward the mouth of the queen's den. That was Jaggedstorm, wasn't it? Chorused by a coughing fit. An edge to his voice like that could only mean- had to mean-

"Dawnglare, Fireflypaw," Twitchbolt called, voice croaky as if it had claws to slide from his throat with. "Jaggedstorm needs you- I think, I think it's... Lostmoon." A grave tone permeated his words, unable to purge the panic from his demeanour. A sick queen only meant bad things, surely...

\ called for @DAWNGLARE & @Fireflypaw ​

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[DAWNGLARE]

Rarely, as of late, does he ever get the chance to merely sit back. At all times of day, he is engrossed in his work, sniffing at any pelts that remained with his den to make sure they still breathed steadily, and recovered smoothly. Slowly, steadily, the scent of Yellowcough within his den had been lifting. Wearily, he had hoped that Lupinepaw would’ve been the last; that his attention would not need to be so pertinent, in a little while.

Of course, it would have been too easy for yellowcough to disappear, just like that. Falconpaw rests within his den now, tightness of the throat unrelenting. A bit of sun, is all Dawnglare had wanted. It does not last long, before he is called over. With a weary blink, the Medicine Cat pivots toward the nursery. Lostmoon, a queen. Dawnglare frowns at this news.

Yellowcough, is what he assumes, but the rattling cough gives it pause. Despite the name, coughing does not often come with it. No, not really.

There is relief, and there is fear. A second epidemic was far from what SkyClan needed. But at least, if it were something else, this queen would not have to die. Dawnglare is not keen to move him, far along as he was… Dawnglare would glance to Jaggedstorm, not far from his mate. " Tell me, has he had trouble thinking at all? Seeing things incorrectly? " Such a thing seemed to be the clearest distinction between Yellowcough and anything else. Dawnglare would creep closer, searching for any sign of fever.

OOC 𓆩♡𓆪 9.16.2023 𝘚𝘠𝘕𝘖𝘋𝘐𝘊 𝘚𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘖𝘍 𝘏𝘐𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎

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• ( 𝙒𝙃𝙔'𝘿 𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙎𝙊 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂? ) DAWNGLARE Medicine Cat of SkyClan. Mentoring Fireflypaw
  —— He / him , deeply confused by the use of other pronouns
  —— Currently 56 moons old. Mated to Mallowlark
  
  Unsettling and strange, Dawnglare bears a unique perception to the world and stars above on top of a generally unpleasant disposition. Holds others to uniquely impossible standards and himself undeniably above the rest.
  

  You may find him kinder to others than is typical, exhausted from the yellowcough blight and heart heavy in a way he has never felt.​

  Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads

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