camp SEASONS DIE ONE AFTER THE OTHER // check ups

[VULTUREMASK]

Vulturemask had come to the realization that he hated newleaf. He had been too young to remember much of his first one...or he tried to not remember it anyway. But this time he had grown into an adult and discoverd something rather awful about it. Something he really wished he could hide away from or forbid his own clanmates to be doing. Unfortunately he had no such voice...but if he had..or maybe he could make up an prophecy that said starclan forbid them too...The medicine cat growled underneath his breath, a snort escaping them bitterly. Hopefully this would end soon...He really missed leafbare now and wished they could return back to that time instead. Dealing with dying cats in sickness for sure was far better than...this.

" Step forward if you need a check up or..." he paused, his eyes growing narrowed with a much displeased expression, almost like he was disgusted. " if you have fallen ill by the spring fever." Yes the sin to all of his misery this season. Why he rather stayed inside his den then be out here. The season of when his clanmates tried to find themselves mates, she-cats running around daydreaming about small tiny things at their bellies..and the toms proudly wanting to have something to brag about that belonged to their legacy. All of it was digusting. All of it made him sick. He wanted to cure it...or he wished too anyway. Anything so he never had to go through another birth ever again.

He really hoped newleaf would pass by quickly.



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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Sedge only has a couple of moons until he's a warrior, and he's quite ready for it, if you ask him. He knows how to hunt and how to fight, and he knows to listen to Sootstar when she says something, so really all he needs is for the ever-illusive passage of time to take a kick in the pants and hurry up. Unfortunately though, not everyone's gotten the memo on Sedgepaw's impending graduation—this is one of the worst offenses, since it's Sedgepaw's own mother who still thinks him a kitten.

"Mooooooooom," Sedge complains loudly as the dark-furred molly pushes him good-naturedly to the front of the crowd. He doesn't need a check up. He's fine. Great, even! But there's no arguing with someone who can't be reasoned with, so up to Vulturemask he goes, turning to sheepishly peer at the grouchy tom as his mother falls back to the wayside, satisfied. "...Hi," he says. Defeated this time.​

 

[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR ♀​

Sootstar did not need a checkup. Truth be told she'd slather dirt over a scrape before she allowed Vulturemask to dress it with herbs, it was just the way the stubborn she-cat was. Yet regardless their medicine cats call delivers her to the scene anyways, it was important for a leader to know the health of the clan. It'd effect Badgermoon's patrols, prey return, their defenses, everything. A glint of amusement flashes in her eyes as she watches a she-cat push Sedgepaw to the front of the crowd. It makes her think of her own kits, specifically her newest litter. ...Sootstar might not like getting checked out, but it might not hurt to have them be checked over? Yet then Vulturemask mentions a illness she's never heard of. She looks at him puzzled, "Spring fever?"

 

[WEASELCLAW]

Weaselclaw pads over to sit beside Sootstar at their medicine cat's yowl. Check-ups also aren't his thing; he'd almost let his ear rot off of his head because he'd rather dunk it in snow than let Dandelionwish touch it. He has a begrudging respect for Vulturemask now, after the black tom had saved his daughter from a hawk, but that doesn't mean he wants to get poked and prodded and fed leaves.

The tabby's glinting eyes follow Sedgepaw, shoved forward by his mother. He glances at Sootstar, wondering if she's thinking what he is -- about their own kits, wondering if the five of them need looking at. He supposes neither of them are great at leading by example, in this case.

He gives Vulturemask a look of pure dread when he mentions spring fever, though. "Are you talking about some kind of newleaf disease?" He remembers the greencough that had nearly wiped their Clan out in leafbare and shudders. "Is it... like the last sickness we had in camp?"​

[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]​

 

[SCORCHSTAR]

The call for check-ups draws Scorchstreak from the nursery, and the calico half-trots, half-waddles her way over to the dark tom, golden eyes narrowed. "I think I’ve felt my kits kick a few times. I’d love to hear whether you think they’re doing well—if you promise not to pass out about it." She’s heard plenty about the healer’s amazing performance the last time a queen had given birth, and it amuses her to no extent. She hopes that she won’t need his aid when she has her litter—hopefully, her prior experience will serve her well if he loses consciousness again. Besides, she isn’t sure yet whether she trusts Vulturemask enough to request his help in the first place.

Sootstar and her mate ask after the spring fever that Vulturemask mentions, and Scorchstreak has a sneaking suspicion as to what that may be, but she doesn’t speak on his behalf. If he can say the word pregnant, she might even gain some respect for him.
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[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[PEONYBREEZE]

✿ — It's definitely a good thing that Peonypaw's memories of the greencough that plagued WindClan a few moons ago are muddled for obvious reasons.

His very being remembers though, in its own way, and that's the only way he can explain the way he's feeling upon Vulturemask's call. Breathing comes in abrupt puffs, and he's unsure where to rest his gaze as the Clan begins to gather around the medicine cat. It usually comes so easy for him to just stare at a spot and lose himself in his thoughts, but right now, he is painfully present and he wishes a hole in the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

Whatever spring fever means is a mystery to Peonypaw - if not even Sootstar knows then he has no chance of understanding it - but it's unlikely that it's a harmless little thing. Vulturemask would not bring everybody's attention to it like this otherwise.

The earth underneath him is all scratched up, claws having unsheathed themselves without Peonypaw noticing. He doesn't want to get sick; it's a death sentence as far as he's concerned. Fear has gripped him in its vicious claws, and he's unable to bring himself to voice his thoughts. Maybe this is how Petalpaw feels. Terribly restricted. His mouth doesn't open even when he wills it to - his Clanmates should probably be looked after first because Peonypaw has not showed any signs of illness anyway. Wasting a medicine cat's precious time would be embarrassing.

It's only the what if that sits at the forefront of his mind, torturing him.​

❝ I DON'T WANT TO RUN — JUST OVERWHELM ME ❞​

 

[Badgermoon]

Badgermoon was a decent enough patient: he accepted his care without complaint, and he wasn't liable to ignore something if it was really bothering him. Nevertheless, WindClan's history of medicine cats behaving traitorously and the overall unpleasantness of being poked at made his paws drag a bit as he responded to the call for check-ups. White-tipped ears flattened against his head, the bicolor tom stood as far from Scorchstreak as physically possible, made uncomfortable by the pregnant tunneler for an entirely different reason than Vulturemask. "I'm feeling good, I think." he mrowed to the pitch-furred healer with a half-hearted smile. "Nothing, uh, to report."​