camp PLAGUE DOCTOR // quarantining.

[Fireflyglow]

With all of the injuries, all of the illnesses.. Fireflyglow knew he had to make a choice. His tail taps the ground as he stands outside of the medicine den, clearing his throat slightly. A soft sniffle leaves him soon after. Trudging through the snow to the tall tree their Leader liked to stand on, Fireflyglow clears his throat again before speaking loud enough for his clanmates to hear.

"Cats of SkyClan," Fireflyglow rumbles, feeling a bit strange commanding such attention to him. "I.. Need the Elder's Den. Temporarily. Pale, I apologize, you'll have to sleep in the Warrior's Den, if that's okay-" He glances in the direction of the Elder's Den with a sorrowful look. "..I need it for the frostbitten and chilled cats. Until they are all healed, we will be using the Elder's Den for them." He dips his head in apologies, before turning back to the others. "Den reinforcements have been.. Lacking as of late. I do not wish to cause more chills by asking you to reinforce the Elder's Den, but I do ask that you offer your body heat to those who need it inside." He turns his head back to the medicine den's direction, eyes squinting.

"Next.." He mumbles, scratching behind his ear nervously. "Those who have presented with signs of illness; kittencough, whitecough, and greencough. I ask that you stay in the medicine den, and receive no visitors until you are healed. I will fetch your meals myself and cure you myself. The only exception to this is Orangestar, who will remain in her den. If you need something of her, you are to go to Twitchbolt and avoid her den."

Stepping back, he waits for angered yells- screams, something.

"I do not like doing this. But I would rather be safe, more than sorry. Does that make sense?"​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 27 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[Fawnpaw~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Fireflyglow's announcement made Fawnkit's head turn to face him, his plume taim swishing before making his approach over. Fawnkit had been sick not that long ago yet he had long since begin to feel better and even acting like his usual self again, yet the words of the medicine cat made the boy wonder if he too needed to be quarantined longer or if Fireflyglow will let him go back to the nursery (though he wouldn't mind staying longer, he enjoyed watching Fireflyglow at work).

"Uhm... Mister Fireflyglow? Do you also need me to quarantine since I was recently sick with kittencough?" the boy softly asked, bit color eyes lingering on the much bigger tom as he awaited an response. His tail twitched softly before looking around at the other clanmembers wondering if they would be upset over the choices made by the medicine cat or be understanding of the decision made.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 5 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[Owlheart]

The itchiness in Owlheart's throat felt unbearable, there's an ache to her ears that settled uncomfortably when Fireflyglow called for the cats of SkyClan. She was convinced he sounded far further than he actually was, she shuffles towards the medicine cat. Stifling yet another cough from a disrupted throat, having been meaning to speak to him about whatever it is that's going on. Though she convinced herself that she must be over reacting, clearly this must be part of dealing with leaf-bare rather than an actual illness. It's silly in hindsight, given the fact she has seen her kits and others be so sick lately she should be able to recognise her own symptoms. Maybe it was a stubborn pride that held her away from it, though the reality quickly catches up alongside the medicine cat's announcement.

...Quarantined? She frowned at the thought of not seeing her loved ones for an undermined amount of time. With a sigh she nods, not wanting to join in whatever chaos might spread from the rowdier members of the clan. They're just doing their job, it's a smart idea even if she isn't the biggest fan of it. Masking another cough with a clearing of her throat she glances around in an attempt to take in the reactions of those around her. An orange ear flicks as Fawnkit asks if he will need to join those sick.

She decides to linger, trying to keep her distance just enough. Waiting to hear what the ultimate decision is for the kits fate, figuring if he does need to be quarantined with the rest of the sick then she could join as a way of escorting. She thinks it would make her feel better about the situation.​

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  OWLHEART
  She / her ||Warrior of SkyClan || 21 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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[Cherryblossom]

The dogs that'd chased off Fawnwhisker hadn't hurt her, but apparently her long stay in the snow had. Cherryblossom can't help the scoff that flutters her whiskers, despite the sudden shiver that runs up her spine and through her breath, and rolls her eyes. "Why do I have to be lumped in with them? It's just, like, being cold." Frostbite, she can understand, sort of. That was like a wound, wasn't it? From the low groans and hisses of some cats sunrises after their patrols, it definitely hurt like one.

She was fine though. If anything, shouldn't being cold help her? If she was already cold, she couldn't possibly get any colder... Cherryblossom wasn't a stubborn old man like Slate or Duskpool—she'd accept her fate if she was actually injured. The calico stares up at Fireflyglow, hunching where her mother usually reigned, wondering where he obtained the audacity. Maybe boldness in medicine cats was a parasite that needed a host: after Dawnglare died, it naturally had to latch on to the remaining one.

A familiar shuffling nearby makes her glance over. Owlheart looks understandably morose, looking from the holly bush where her kits lay to the hazel where she'll be for... who knows, honestly. Fireflyglow said safe over sorry, after all. And she supposes after the yellowcough epidemic a seasons' turn ago, he does have reason to be cautious. Still, it definitely wasn't yellowcough; her sister and Fawnkit and the others were still standing. That's what spurs her snowy paws over to her sister, lightly brushing her side. "I'm sure he won't keep you there for long," she meows, suppressing another shiver.​

 

[Howlfire]

tWith the sudden turn of weather, it was no surprise that there was to be some fallout from the sudden turn of weather. Although her ears had been caught by frostbite and she suffered from chills, Howlfire had been lucky to avoid anything too bad. The same, however, could not be said for all her clanmates, some of who were suffering from more severe cases of frostbite or had developed coughs.

As her brother addressed the clan, Howlfire followed along with interest, surprised to hear she and the other cats suffering from chills or frostbite were being sent to recover in the elder's den. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Howlfire almost laughed at that. She hadn't imagined herself retiring to the elder's den anytime soon. There were a few grumbles from the patients inside, but Howlfire had no problems with the living arrangements. It would only be temporary after all, and the last thing they needed was for everyone to be cramped in the medicine den, increasing the chance of whitecough spreading. "Better safe than sorry," Howlfire echoed in an agreeable tone, moving past her to head towards the elder's den.​

 

[QUILLSTRIKE]

IF THE POINT'S TO NEVER DISAPOINT YOU, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO​

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Quill groaned softly at Fireflyglows announcement, ears flattening in obvious discontent. He hated being sick– though to be fair he couldn't imagine the sick bastard that didn't-- but more than that he hated being confined to small spaces with others, unable to work or at the very least, suffer in peace and quiet. And while misery was prone to love company, there was nothing fun about a room full of sick cats hacking and sweating all over the place.

He hated the sounds of ragged breathing, of cats gasping for air in their sleep. But he'd do it, because the alternative wasn't a fucking option no way was he going to risk Twitch getting sick, too.

Speaking off.

He'd been keeping his distance from his mate ever since the symptoms started up, sleeping in an empty nest pulled away from the others while he waited to see if his sniffles and sore throat were just a passing side effect of having been out in the cold.

It was not.

"Guess this is it for a while. " he frowned, gaze sharp with the unhappiness he felt at knowing they wouldn't be allowed near each other after this until who knew when. No more shared meals or warm nights curled in a nest together. No more dumb jokes or late night snuck away from camp.

Your benign overdramatic

Yeah, probably.

"Coming roomie?" he asked, gaze shifting to Owlheart as they lingered behind.

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skyclan - male - 31 months (Feb 17th) - Twitchbolts mate - a very tall, muscular chimera with mismatched eyes and several scars. has bluejay feathers woven like spikes along his spine and neck.