camp SICK ╱ FAMILIAR STING ´ˎ˗

[SUNNVAR]

Every day the promise of new faces in the long line of his family grows ever closer. Will there be only one, as there had been with him? With how rounded Wolfsong had become, perhaps he would have a great many new mouths to feed. The times were changing. Cooling temperatures threatened them, and sickness loomed heavily within the clouds. Like a terrible sadness, it promises to rain down upon them all. He is lucky that he has not seen it yet. In quiet reprieve from the typical clan life, Sunstride has separated himself from all that he can. In doing so, this lonely life has begun to take its own toll. Off to the side of camp, he paws at a piece of prey. One bite taken. The rest left untouched. Was it worry that had his appetite failing so terribly? Or was it something far worse than even that?

In a burst of energy unlike him, something terribly fearful in cool blue eyes, Sunstride's paw lashes out– with ears pinned and shoulders tensed, he sends his prey flying some distance away from him. Shaking off a drowsiness that will not leave him even in his panic. "Wolfsong!" he calls, though his tongue seeks out a more distant name.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES ╱ REFERENCE ╱ 07.10.2023 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌 𝘈𝘚 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘕 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: @WOLFSONG come get your boy, he's sick

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• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, he - him. approx. 40 moons old. lead warrior of windclan + former rogue.
  —— gay, monogamous. mate to wolfsong from 07.05.2023.  npc x npc, no larger family.
  —— has recently regained some of his earlier lightness, but maintains his steady facade.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.

• "speech"

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── One dose. The fate of WindClan relies on a single dose of lungwort, which Wolfsong has returned to over and over again between guiding Cottonpaw's sorting. At times, his mind wandered to grim imaginings of which clanmate would receive it and which would fall ill afterward— torturous, relentless apprehension worsened by the keen awareness of his broad belly. What if his kits grow sick, despite his planned attempts to keep them separate? Will he be forced to plead with Sootstar for raiding another clan once again, even knowing that desperation has found them all?

In his great concern for unborn children, his mind had...deliberately skirted around his mate's fate. Foolish optimism which refuses to consider such a possibility because it conceals a greater terror. It grips him now, and he pulls from showing Cottonpaw the different parts of a dandelion to the camp outside. He cannot move with the same grace and speed he once did, but his body has not completely reforged itself, and he reaches a brisk trot. He maintains it with a tremulous heartbeat, perched at the edge of the gorge and one strong gust from pitching over.
"Sunstride," he exhales when he reaches him, scanning his features. "My love, what is wrong? Are you–" Wolfsong pauses and his eye widens. Yellowcough. Has it taken him, now? "You do not look well. Is it...tell me your symptoms— and Cottonpaw, please get another nest ready just in case." One dose. It will be enough for him. And then it will be gone, but Sunstride will be safe and Wolfsong could never regret that.

@cottonpaw​

WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (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, 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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[Bluepool]

Slowly, day by day, more and more cats were falling ill. The list went on and on. It was a terrible sickness that Bluepool is scared beyond belief of. The idea that she could be wiped out by something so intangible was something she could not quite wrap her mind around. Today, it would seem the sickness had claimed yet another victim.

She watches with hard yellow eyes as Sunstride collapses, as he calls out for his mate. Already in her mind she is letting him go, just in case. Detaching herself, trying to pretend like she does not care if Sunstride ascends to the stars above. Because if he were she could not allow the loss to cripple her. They could not afford it. Still, she steps forward, getting as close as she was willing to lest she contract whatever this illness was. "Do you need me to get you something Wolfsong?" she does not even deign to look in her fellow lead warriors direction. It made her uncomfortable to see someone who was usually so strong look so weak.

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[WEASELCLAW]

It’s familiar, the fear and concern glowing in Wolfsong’s one crystalline eye. Weaselclaw’s terror for Sootstar is immense, but Sunstride has only one life, and is the father to kits yet unborn. The panic flaring Sunstride’s nostrils and burning in his frantic gaze sends a ripple of fear he cannot suppress through striped fur. He stands beside Bluepool, but unlike her, he cannot tear his gaze away from Sunstride.

“You’re in good paws,” is all he can say to his friend. Wolfsong orders Cottonpaw to prepare a nest for his mate, and the tabby’s ears flick forward. He finds his daughter’s soft gray pelt and if she strays near enough to him, he will gently brush his nose against her ear. “Be careful,” he mutters.

✧ INFO.

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  — weasel . weaselclaw
  — he/him ; lead warrior of windclan
  — heterosexual ; taken by Sootstar
  — short-haired chocolate tabby with white and blue eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Oliver

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