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──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He has counted WindClan's store of lungwort so often he has lost track of his obsessive inspections. The first time he did so immediately after Sunstride brought him the news of the cure, and the second was instinctive after administering a dose. The rest of that day he spent gathering other herbs when he could, though much of it was with Cottonpaw's aid, without whom he knows he would not be faring half as well as he is. The third fourth, and fifth times he remembers with decreasing clarity, and he is not so wool-headed he believes lungwort will appear miraculously to steer them into safer waters; rather, he is concerned that some in WindClan may squirrel away a dose or two for their own safety.
He does not like distrusting his clanmates in such a manner, but he knows that they are survivors, that some in Gin's group were not merely roughened travelers like Wolfsong and Sunstride. So he counts, and his pregnancy has at least meant he is rarely far from the medicine den these days, with very few exceptions. He guards their stores with a sharp eye, and wonders, too, if the other clans do so similarly with the expectation of WindClan besieging them for supplies again. It...is not out of the realm of possibility.
More cats will be sick than he has lungwort for, and the air is not yet cool enough for it to flourish. But they do not have the time to wait, do they? No— no time at all.
The sky is well into the night when Wolfsong leaves his monitoring of Gravelsnap for his nest. Sunstride is there, of course, and he sleeps, but fitfully, as though his body expects to wake at any moment. Perhaps it is this damnable plague. Or perhaps he knows as I do that the kits' birth draws near, that they will no longer be kept safe within my belly. Slowly and a bit painfully, Wolfsong lowers himself down into his warmth, pressing close until his flame-brushed mate automatically curls around his back. He closes his eye and drifts into sleep, lulled by Sunstride's breathing and the small heartbeats below his own.
He does not like distrusting his clanmates in such a manner, but he knows that they are survivors, that some in Gin's group were not merely roughened travelers like Wolfsong and Sunstride. So he counts, and his pregnancy has at least meant he is rarely far from the medicine den these days, with very few exceptions. He guards their stores with a sharp eye, and wonders, too, if the other clans do so similarly with the expectation of WindClan besieging them for supplies again. It...is not out of the realm of possibility.
More cats will be sick than he has lungwort for, and the air is not yet cool enough for it to flourish. But they do not have the time to wait, do they? No— no time at all.
The sky is well into the night when Wolfsong leaves his monitoring of Gravelsnap for his nest. Sunstride is there, of course, and he sleeps, but fitfully, as though his body expects to wake at any moment. Perhaps it is this damnable plague. Or perhaps he knows as I do that the kits' birth draws near, that they will no longer be kept safe within my belly. Slowly and a bit painfully, Wolfsong lowers himself down into his warmth, pressing close until his flame-brushed mate automatically curls around his back. He closes his eye and drifts into sleep, lulled by Sunstride's breathing and the small heartbeats below his own.
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— ★★★☆☆ 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.