- Jun 9, 2022
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Dawnglare is reluctant to do anything without keeping an acute eye on their patient. Ragged breathing; fogginess in the eyes. Dawnglare had worked a pulp of catmint and feverfew down her throat the day before. The frightened thing in him had hoped with it, and with rest, Tallulahwing would rise the next day, eyes free to reflect the bright sky above them; nothing weighing her down internally or otherwise. She would jostle with the morning dawn and insist she had no need to be here. His fur could lie flat, knowing that if the sickness persisted amongst others, at least he knew what it was, and what to do.
None of that happened, though. She is as bogged down as yesterday, hunched over in a nest Dawnglare had made ready for her as SkyClan's warriors hastily dragged her within his den. He knew catmint was not always a one - time, immediate cure. Still, " Something should've happened, " he hisses between teeth; lip curled in a discontented sneer, eyes wide with unconcealed distress. " What is the matter with you? " he resists the urge to pace within a place so confined, restraining himself only to lashes of his tail. Red willow makes some of herb strewn across him floor jostle with the sudden gust of air.
Tail tip alight, the tom digs through his store– the chaos easily discernable to the one who made it. He can tell she's alight with fire by the warmth of her ears and dryness of her nose. Rolled beneath his paw is feverfew, the blank petals ripe in this season. " Can you get her to speak, Fireflypaw? We need to know– know exactly what is wrong. " The headache it would spare him, if she could simply say. The fact that she struggles too is what worries him the most, in fact. " Is her throat sore? When has she eaten last? Fetch her something, " Or, would he have to chew her food for her too? Dawnglare cringes at the thought, eyes falling askance.
None of that happened, though. She is as bogged down as yesterday, hunched over in a nest Dawnglare had made ready for her as SkyClan's warriors hastily dragged her within his den. He knew catmint was not always a one - time, immediate cure. Still, " Something should've happened, " he hisses between teeth; lip curled in a discontented sneer, eyes wide with unconcealed distress. " What is the matter with you? " he resists the urge to pace within a place so confined, restraining himself only to lashes of his tail. Red willow makes some of herb strewn across him floor jostle with the sudden gust of air.
Tail tip alight, the tom digs through his store– the chaos easily discernable to the one who made it. He can tell she's alight with fire by the warmth of her ears and dryness of her nose. Rolled beneath his paw is feverfew, the blank petals ripe in this season. " Can you get her to speak, Fireflypaw? We need to know– know exactly what is wrong. " The headache it would spare him, if she could simply say. The fact that she struggles too is what worries him the most, in fact. " Is her throat sore? When has she eaten last? Fetch her something, " Or, would he have to chew her food for her too? Dawnglare cringes at the thought, eyes falling askance.
- OOC: BRO IS PANICKING!! @TALLULAHWING @Fireflypaw
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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 54 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.
Currently in an era of questioning; upset and uncomfortable by things he should not be.Mood is decided by dice - rolls per thread, with the exception of some important threads