private softlocked by life // moonbeam

[splashdance]

[ contracted frostbite + rare herb treatment = +3 pts! ]
[ @Moonbeam ]

Splashdance has little worry for the numbness in her ears. She's managed to claw up some leaves and petals from beneath the snow, some crinkled at the edges and wilted but hopefully useful nonetheless. She takes this as a sign, after weeks of fearing the worst, to finally speak with Moonbeam.

It was hard to come to the conclusion; the patients that came with Sunningrocks took priority, after all. And then the mess with Iciclefang fogged her perspective, and the gathering occurred not long after (a pain in her chest, a skyward glance, wondering if Needledrift was watching.) But she couldn't push it off for forever. She would be doing worse by pretending she hadn't felt ill for about a week. She had told Midnightash, briefly, of her worries - but how the other felt was unclear as she left back into the woodland, and she wouldn't learn the other's feelings any sooner as she returns to camp and immediately finds the medicine den.

"Moonbeam? A moment?" she calls to the white furred molly with a hitch in her voice. Her jaw tenses as she places the herbs down for the she-cat, murmuring a soft, "I hope these... can be useful for you," if they're not, the embarrassment can be shed soon enough.

"And - and," again, Splashdance pitches her tone with uncertainty and a glimpse of fear. Her paws, cold and unfeeling, press into the ground underfoot uncomfortably. Her gut churns, "I'm sorry, I think..." a long pause, and she can't meet the she-cat's gaze. "I think I'm pregnant."
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[Moonbeam]

It is a blessing to have the cats that reside within RiverClan that were strong enough - brave enough - to venture out into the blizzard to gather the things that cats needed. Herbs were on the bottom of so many's lists yet there were the few that instead of going out to hunt for prey to eat or materials to line nests with they took the time to search for plants, and though they would never know of it, by doing this they forged a special spot within the medicine cat's heart. She loved all her clanmates, but the ones who thought of others in this way - of protecting them for the future and not for the now - were the ones she knew she could trust the most, even if it meant that that small little bit of extra trust was simply a small drop in the puddle of trust that she felt for the majority of the rest of her clanmates.

When Splashdance entered into the medicine den - colder than some other dens with the little amount of bodies within here but growing warmer by the day with the amount of clanmates getting injured and sick due to the cold weather outside - ears pricked and a small smile was shot the other's direction. "I appreciate them," She'd speak in response at first, trained eyes looking over the plants that were passed her way quickly before a soft hum and a nod of approval would be what left her next - they were fine, they were useful.

She was going to ask if anything was ailing her as so many others had come through with frozen toes or ears when the warrior spoke once more and a eyes widened slightly in surprise at the wording. She knew that Splashdance had a mate - it had been obvious the way the bi-colored moggie had been hanging around Midnightash so often - but she hadn't thought that someone would come to her speaking of pregnancy so close to leafbare, in the middle of a blizzard no less. ""I could check for you, see for certain if that's what you want?" A tail carefully waved in the direction of one of the nests that lay open and prepared for a patient within the den. If Splashdance wanted then Moonbeam could tell her for sure if she was or not.

CAUSE LIKE CONTELLATIONS ꕥ A MILLION YEARS AWAY

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• ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ flesh wounds
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ infections
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ aches & pains
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ illness
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ breathing
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ traveling
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ broken bones
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ kitting
  ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ poisons
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ 15 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual polyromantic ; mated to beefang, crushing on redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics

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