SANCTUARY | wolfsong

[SCORCHSTORM]

Their medicine cat is ill. More than that, Wolfsong is ill; Wolfsong, a cat whom she had once imagined so indomitable, struck down by sickness. He has been in WindClan since before she was born. Even when the reality of his illness stares them both in the face, she still struggles to picture him downed, struggles harder to picture him gone completely. It is not a possibility she likes to consider. Still, it eats at the back of her mind — Quietcrow has already perished, and while she feels her strength return with each sunrise, all of that brute force cannot ensure Wolfsong's safety. Only Celandinepaw, Cottonsprig, or the tom himself have the skill to save him. It is a reality that Scorchstorm cannot easily swallow.

But what can she do anyway? Strength returning or not, she is trapped in the same damned badger sett as him. She cannot bring him food, cannot even think to hunt for him (and what good would she be anyway, imagining rabbits on the moorlands). For all of Scorchstorm's strengths, she can wield none of them here. All she can do is sit and wait, helpless to prevent yellowcough from overtaking a cat she holds dear.

It is one chilly autumn morning that sense rekindles its fire. The ember-mottled molly blinks against the light that trickles reluctantly into the badger sett. The wind has shoved the scent of damp soil and crisp leaf decay into her nose, and the smell alone reminds her of setting off for the journey, the first clandestine conversations she'd had with Luckypaw, back when the mountains had only been teeth in the horizon's maw. StarClan, has it been four seasons since then? It is a sad sort of shock that tells her yes, that their lungwort supply is warrior-aged, that the damned sickness had come back for its anniversary celebration. It twists her stomach — and then it releases.

Wolfsong had once spun tales for her. She thinks she ought to repay the favor. With a small cough, she dares to rasp, "Wolfsong, would you like a story?" The warrior's white-tipped tail curls around her muscular heft. She tucks her paws beneath her body as she re-settles herself, ears pricking towards the elder tom for a reply. "I will tell you about the journey, if you would like. It has been four seasons since we set off."

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 ✧

• ooc. @WOLFSONG ; setting retro to her recovery & retro to bluef / cotton kitting!
  
• SCORCHSTORM —— warrior of windclan, mentored by sunstar & badgermoon . scorchstreak x badgermoon . littermate to rumblerain, frostwind, and luckypaw ✦ penned by meghan
  
  ✦ a broad-shouldered tortoiseshell with low white and dual-toned amber eyes. extremely loyal to sunstar and her family, and enjoys a deep connection to the moorlands
  ✦ demigirl / she they pronouns / lesbian / 17 moons & ages every 1st
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— will start fights / will not flee / may show mercy. fights honorably and with great ferocity. can tank a few hits, but is not the sturdiest cat in windclan. starts fights with the intention of finishing them permanently, but will not aim to maim or kill obviously young cats
  
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, all opinions are in character
  ✦ full biography — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── It is an unpleasant jaunt through his memory, recalling when yellowcough first overtook WindClan. Not only did so many clanmates perish before his helpless paws, but many others left on a perilous journey that there was no guarantee they would return from, StarClan-ordained or not. He was fortunate to escape its chilled grasp then, but not so blessed this time, and while watching the others slowly recover through the strength of lungwort has brightened his spirits, it isn't quite enough to distract him. The sickly amalgamations of both bodily ills and virulent regrets have taken their unfortunate due, and Wolfsong lies dully within the abandoned badger's den.

He cannot expect his mate to have the time to visit and keep him company through the steady progression of his sickness, but reason does not spare Wolfsong of longing. It never has, and he wagers the same can be said for most people.

The hack-roughened voice of Scorchstorm draws his tired eye. It loses its lackluster blanch, sparking with what intrigue can stir in his exhausted mind. He smiles despite it all, because if nothing else, he is grateful for her company, even if it means that she has been stricken with illness. Wolfsong is quite fond of her, the little flame that blossomed with time, most especially after the journey that saved them all. It is hardly hindrance to speak with her; in fact, he thinks it will do his constitution good.

"Yes, tell me of the lands you found and crossed, the foes felled, the prey tasted— I would hear it all." He shuffles slightly closer to her, conscious of the strain it takes to speak loudly— and at all.
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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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