camp profumo di mare .. feeling unwell

[hazecloud]

The morning air is crisp, feeling thin and sending every exhale out of her maw with a puff of vapor. Normally the brisk dawn was refreshing to wake up to, enough to ease her from her nest despite the warmth trapped from the collection of warriors around her. This morning, as she rose from beside the lean form of the pointed molly beside her, something in her stomach flipped. Hazecloud gritted her teeth and grumbled as she stumbled out of the den to take a deep breath of fresh air. Trying to overcome the overwhelming queasiness that tumbled in her belly.

"Ugh..." Hazecloud pressed a paw to her side to try and sooth the tension underneath, but any attempt of self-soothing was fruitless. Had the robin she shared gone bad? Maybe feathered creatures weren't agreeable to her in any form, prey or predator otherwise.

With the rise of pale milky light bleeding through thick clouds, so did the rest of her Clan. Sleek pelts filed out from their reed nests and the bustle of life began, but Hazecloud could only focus on how dizzying and squeamish she felt. Her discomfort creased clearly against her usual warm smile, wondering if it would be better to simply return to her nest and stay there. ​

 

[BUMBLENOSE]

Having awoken early as per her usual routine, the dark apprentice wandered in from dirt place. Happy to see so many cats active and buzzing around. Putting more pep in her step she waited outside the apprentice den for her mentor to scoop her up. She wondered if there would be some much-needed training or more lame patrols.

Getting dragged around the territory was tasking and consistently being patronized for 'wandering' off put a damper in her mood. Why is it so wrong to want to stop and enjoy the view? I can look at the river without getting in it, can't I? Knowing the obvious answer, she continued to deny it. Unsurprisingly, in her distracted state, she nearly ran into the legs of a gray warrior. Stuttering to a halt, she looked up in surprise as Hazecloud groaned aloud.

Sheepishly, the long-furred molly apologized. "Oh, sorry-" Concern knit the youth's brow as she tried to conjure up what else to say or do, but she took a step back. Noting that she hadn't actually bumped into the other left her puzzled. Observing the glassy gaze in the other's eyes and her paws placement. Tummy? Maybe she hasn't eaten yet?

Shaking out of the stupor, she gently inquired towards the other cat. "Hey, you feeling okay? Want me to grab you something to eat?" The question was innocent enough as her head tilted with curiosity and her yellow gaze quietly scanned for any other indicators.

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[PIKESPLASH]

Funny how things almost became normal again. Aside from Cicadastar's passing, the clan was pushing forward and a sense of normalcy was established. Technically they had no leader? He's unsure of what he's supposed to call Smokethroat. Smokethroat is their deputy, but since Cicadastar has passed that would mean regardless Smokethroat is in charge. He doesn't have star in his name yet, but is he their leader? Which rank is empty now? Deputy or leader. I shouldn't scramble my head like this. Hazecloud is vaguely noted and is about to be passed, until Bumblepaw bumps into the warrior and apologizes.

Hearing the she-cat's concern also raises alarm. Despite not being close to the other warrior he knows that Hazecloud is close to his friend Lichentail. He hopes that is enough for him to stick his nose into this situation. As he pads closer, he notes the gray she-cat's glassy gaze and stance. It was unlike her. The Hazecloud he knew made it a point to be pristine. He swore that there was a time someone threw mud at her pelt and told the story of how furious she had been and spent a great deal of time grooming herself and making sure every single strand of fur was prim and proper. Although he is not sure how accurate that tale is, Hazecloud wouldn't dare to walk around like this as a joke.

Truth be told he doesn't know what ails Hazecloud. It could very well be freshkill that had gone bad, but it could also something more serious. Only Ravesong would know the answer, for Bumblepaw and him to flock to her and ask her question after question would end up giving her a headache. After all, they wouldn't exactly know what to do. The suggestion of more food is not a bad one, but he can't help but mew "Do you want me to bring Ravensong?" Hazecloud didn't seem to be in so much pain that she needed Ravensong immediately. And he really didn't want to run into the medicine cat den and scare the medicine cat to death only for it to be something mild. No he didn't want to be cuffed or glared by their medicine cat that was for sure.

 

[Nettlepaw-]

NETTLEPAW ♂
RIVERCLAN
APPRENTICE
THREE MOONS
BLIND IN BOTH EYES
BIOGRAPHY AND TAGS
APPRENTICED TO PIKESPLASH
PLAYED BY SHEOGORATH​

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He's finally tracked down his mentor, determined to demand some training for himself, only to come across... what was this? He smells Hazecloud, hears her groan, and scents Bumblepaw too. Pikesplash mentions Ravensong, and Nettlepaw scents the air. There was definitely something akin to sickness wafting through the breeze. He takes a step back and narrows his eyes. It had better not be another outbreak!

"If you're sick, get away from everyone else." It's a firm demand, but spoken out of logic, not cruelty. "We already had one outbreak. Pikesplash, why are you even asking? Of course we need Ravensong!" Memories of his mother, of his clan-mates, choking on their own lungs, struggling for breath, passing into the stars with shakes and tremors. It couldn't be happening again, could it? But if it was, Hazecloud was patient zero. She needed to be isolated, and fast. He's already backing away, and flicking his tail against his mentor's flank to suggest he do the same. "Bumblepaw, get away from her. We don't know what's wrong and we don't want it spreading!" His stern words snap from his jaws. Perhaps he's overreacting, but who could blame him? He's scared.
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[Moonbeam]

Gatherings of cats and discomforted groans left Moonpaw concerned but curious as to what was going on. Listening to the words that those around her spoke, she aimed to place her tail on Nettlepaw's shoulder before beginning to move away in an attempt to calm him down, even just a little bit. "If it's an outbreak of anything I'm sure Ravensong can fix it before anything bad happens." She'd quickly tell the younger apprentice before fully moving away then, closer to the others that Nettlepaw had been telling to move away. Admittedly she was worried to of getting too close to Hazecloud, just in case this was something that could spread, but with yellowcough fixed for all they knew she had eaten a bad piece of prey and was suffering for it.

Again, nothing Ravensong couldn't fix. "I'll go get him." If they were lucky maybe it was just gas that was causing the warrior to be in pain, or maybe it could be something as easy as getting her to the riverbed to drink some water. Either way she could only hope that nothing bad happened while she took the few pawsteps to get to Ravensong's den to try to inform him of what was happening.

☾₊ ⊹ give me a ghost of a smile

• @RAVENSONG
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  ⋆ ratkit - ratpaw - moonpaw - moon???
  ⋆ female - she/her - 6 moons
  ⋆ homosexual - not looking
  ⋆ apprentice of riverclan
  ⋆ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ⋆ attack - "speech" - thought
  ⋆ penned by tikki

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[Stoneskip]

He frowns slightly as he sees Hazecloud feeling unwell, memories of the Yellowcough outbreak surfacing and memories of those who they will no longer see again surfacing. Cats come to check on her and he figures he isnt needed, that things will be taken care of. He doesn't want to crowd someone who isn't feeling well, he certainly wouldn't appreciate it if it were him. But he feels the unease in the air, and unease can give rise to panic.

He doesn't want that either.

"Now now, give Hazecloud some space and calm down." He says, stepping closer, but keeping a respectful distance. "If she isn't feeling well, the last thing she needs is everyone stressing her out." He continues.

He looks Hazecloud over.... She doesnt seem to look like she has Yellowcough...She's not hacking and wheezing. "We'll wait and see what Ravensong says."

His guess is prey not going over well, or the stress of recent times is just getting to her. It happens to him, certainly. Stoneskip wont deny that he has plenty of days where he feels fatigued and under the weather, wanting nothing more than to sleep it off. Perhaps that is whats happening here and its nothing to worry about.

Or maybe something is actually wrong, who knows? He sure doesn't!​

 

[lichenstar]

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How cruel.

The warm, plushy presence that had been keeping the point from shivering the night away left abruptly, though tenderly in its efforts not to disturb her. Lichentail loathed to sleep too long and the coming cold made it harder, evident in the recent wheezing snores she'd shared with her den-mates lately. Mmm is hummed as a soft protest but it goes unheeded. Her tail flicks her passive disappointment, drawing in a deep breath in preparation to wake up and start the day. If Hazecloud was awake, it was probably well past time to get up.

She stretches at an unbothered pace, sparing a few licks to the messy fur at her chest to smooth it down before creeping drearily towards the camp's open grounds.

Only to find a collected group huddled close to the warrior's den. Huh? Nettlepaw is saying something about Ravensong, urging Bumblepaw to step back. Moonpaw leaves towards the medicine cat's den and Lichentail is left balking to the cause of such disturbance. Stoneskip is the only one who says anything to clarify the situation. Not feeling well?

The lead warrior's face scrunches in a mix of emotions mostly confusion... but a panic sits in her stomach she is unwilling to acknowledge. "Maybe the cold air just isn't sitting well with you," they suggest, thinking to the discomfort in their chest when particularly frigid breaths are taken. "I didn't think the bird was bad...? It smelled fine." There are, of course, other options to consider... but these stand out as the most obvious really. Hazecloud only just got back... it's probably not...? It had only been a couple of days ago the journey cats had returned right-- the time passed in such a blur since then, between navigating Dipperpaw's indecipherable feelings, supporting RiverClan in rebuilding, struggling to support Smokethroat in her own meager way, and just... everything else. Maybe... her perception of time was a little skewed.

Nettlepaw is clearly up in arms about the whole thing-- "Doesn't sound like yellowcough, I'd like to think I know from personal experience..." One of the lucky ones, honestly! To have been given what few starting doses they'd had... to not have ended up buried in ShadowClan...​

 

[dovethroat.]

Having traveled back mostly on his lonesome after aiding in the return of Stormpaw (and managing to turn himself completely around and get lost for a few days over what had been allotted), it is really something of a miracle that Dovethroat seemed to appear basically completely unscathed. Obviously, for the first day or two back, he had been absolutely exhausted and spent about eighty percent of his time fast asleep in the medicine den for a variety of reasons—but he had not gotten sick.

And Dovethroat was not exactly the greatest hunter, either. The chances of him winding up with something gamey and gross and gone-off probably should have been quite high.

It's for that reason, alongside the obvious one, that he is a bit uncomfortable to be around Hazecloud at the moment. He is sitting a ways away from the rest of the people as they talk, and though he is not sick, he feels something welling up in his nose until—

—he sneezes. A bit of an ugly, obtrusive sneeze. He had not been expecting it at all. "Um." He sniffs. "I—uh—s-sorry. I h-hope you f-feel better." How was he meant to talk to her, after all that had been said? He was not an idiot, he was not unaware.

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[CRASHINGTIDE]

Chattering voices were littered throughout the camp, but it seemed focused on one cat. The heavy-footed feline padded towards the group, grumbling as he went. Crashingtide stood behind the crowd, his head still above them. His mismatched gaze looked at Hazecloud and then the rest of them. The one apprentice was rude to Pikesplash and the grizzly warrior let out a loud grumble with a pointed look towards the sandy feline, not that the look would do much good. “Mm.” His chest rumbled with the sound, a harsh tone and dislike apparent from the sound. He sent a less harsh look to the silver tabby before shifting his attention back to the gray feline.

If it was another round of sickness, wouldn’t more warriors be sick? Crashingtide would wait for Ravensong to confirm, but he didn’t think it was illness that plagued Hazecloud. No. It had to be kits. Great. More pests running around to bother him. More mouths to feed during leafbare. The towering feline let out another sound of displeasure at the idea of more kits. StarClan forbid any of these cats keep from furthering their lineage. Of course, it wasn’t confirmed so he couldn’t say much further. The giant turned on his massive paws and lumbered away without a word.

/in & out
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RIVERCLAN ✦ WARRIOR ✦ 26 MOONS ✦ BROWN TABBY​

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[hazecloud]

Typically, in Hazeclouds assumption, the sight of an uneasy cat should not have attracted the attention of so many. She recalled her mothers warnings of how rude it was to stare, to give space to those who certainly needed it, and above to stay out of everyone's way. Bumblepaw is the least of her worries at first, looking at the ebony molly with a shake of her head.

No, bad idea. The movement of her swaying skull sent her leaning and she stumbled for a moment to catch herself.

"Thank you, Bumblepaw but-" The thought of eating another bird sent her gut rolling again and she swallowed thickly. "No." It's said much sharper this time as it clicked in that moment. Pikesplash and his boisterous apprentice follow. Hazecloud doesn't even have time to answer before Nettlepaw is shouting that she's sick. Urging her Clanmates to stay away from her, that she had something to spread.

"I'm not-" More arrive. How many cats did it take to confirm she was just fine? This was hardly anything to stop time over.

"Ravensong won't-" Moonpaw is already gone, placing distance as if she truly held another plague. Hadn't she just crossed the worlds end to cure the last one? Where was this coming from?

"Lichentail..." The name was like a plead for help, her breath is hot with exasperatiod as she struggled to keep it hidden. She turned to the Lead for comfort when even she seemed to be acting odd. But she can't will herself to feel the same annoyance toward her, and instead forced a laugh to shake off the irritation. "I came back from the coldest place in the world half a moon ago now, what do you mean?"

Suddenly, ears pin down at the unpleasant sound of a sneeze. Dovethroat. Because who else was capable of making themselves the most uncomfortable person in a room, in any situation? No, it's perfect! He arrived just at the right time.

"I promise you Nettlepaw, I would know very well if I am sick. Besides, I'm sure whatever's stirring in Dovethroat's nose needs more attention than myself, really." Unusual when the smoky molly absolutely loved any bit of attention, but this was certainly too much!​

 

[lichenstar]

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The harsh aa-choo from nearby is enough to draw her attention away. Who the hell was out here sneezing? The sandy furred boy stood there awkwardly now, aware of how his noise had shown a spotlight on him. Hazecloud seems to practically lunge at the opportunity to point out that he is sick instead- why was she being so weird about this? She was just having an upset stomach... there was literally no point to be swarming her the way the clan was.

Her name is said in a breath and the blue returns her focus, a quizzical tilt of her head at the exasperation in her tone. What? Oh... Lichentail frowns slightly, not sure what being in the mountains has to do with the cold air hurting... It was probably miserable being out there! If anything, Hazecloud should be relieved that winter is a temporary thing down here, in the valley. She wondered briefly how she would've faired in those alpine wanderings... Probably would've been miserable. As much as she wanted to be part of the small collection of those entrusted with securing StarClan's gift, it was probably for the better she had been made to stay behind and help with the chaos that had ensued here.

"Huh?" She is still dumbfounded why Hazecloud is playing dumb about the cold air... But she is clearly more distraught about being labeled a plague rat rather than the confusion she harbors towards her mate's comment. "I do wish we wouldn't be bothering Ravensong with false alarms," they mew with a heavy breath.

That kid would never get any rest in a clan so high strung about something they could now cure. "For all the kicking you do in your sleep, you'd think I'd be the one complaining about body pains."​