camp STRANGE DAYS HAVE FOUND US — o, sick cat

[SNAKEHISS]

WindClan's camp had seemingly been buzzing with gossip and chatter regarding recent events or quiet and somber, and seemingly no in between. What luck they had, for their deputy and one of their warriors to betray Sootstar and run off right in the midst of a plague! Sunstride had been promoted in Badgermoon's place, a decision that Snakehiss and his father were less than pleased about. The two night-colored toms spent the morning conversing outside of the warriors den, keeping their voices hushed from prying ears.

"... Besides, Sootstar says that she needs capable and healthy warriors to guard camp. That way, no other clan can take advantage of us with so many warriors gone." Snakehiss meows with a radiating confidence, built up and fortified so that another blow to his pride couldn't possibly crumble his already unstable composure. StarClan knew that he would be among the cats feeling the most troubled as a result of Badgermoon's treachery. "I'm glad to stay behind and defend the moors from our enemies." He says to his father, Shadowsight, reassuring him that he would still contribute to the clan as much as possible even if he hadn't been one of the chosen. Sootstar would not have sent those cats off on a dangerous mission had she not thought them to be disposable. He thinks to himself, delusional and only attempting to feel better about his predicament.

Just as a marbled brown she-cat pads into camp, she breaks out into an uncontrollable cough and hangs her head to the ground, hacking and expelling from her lungs. Her paws trembled underneath the weight of her body, and within moments, her legs had buckled beneath her and caused her form to fall to the ground. "Mother...?!" The young warrior exclaimed, jaws dropping agape with utter horror as he bolted forward to her side. What was the matter with her? Was she sick?! She hadn't mentioned anything to him or Shadowsight about feeling unwell. "Wolfsong! Somebody— fetch Wolfsong now!" He was not leaving Rosepool's side. He wouldn't. S

A grave realization dawns upon Snakehiss as he crouches next to the collapsed, wheezing form of Rosepool — the journeying party had only departed camp a few nights ago. Who knew how long it would take them to find lungwort and return... if they returned at all?

His heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

✰ INFO

• @WOLFSONG @cottonpaw but absolutely no rush/pressure to reply since this is an NPC!
  
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  ✰ SNAKEHISS
  —— he/him; warrior ( moor runner ) of windclan
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and a notable bite mark on his right foreleg
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── They have come so far, he and Sunstride. From wanderers to Gin's rogues, to WindClan warriors and trusted voices in Sootstar's inner circle. And then to medicine cat in Vulturemask's place, an unexpected loss that left Wolfsong's former apprentice in a state of grief. But perhaps even more startling is this revelation of Badgermoon's betrayal, who has been a constant at Sootstar's side for so many moons that death would be more expected than treason.

It is overwhelming, and Wolfsong has enough to concern himself with that he sets it aside for now. He will discuss it more with Sunstride when they have a spare moment together, though there is no telling when that will happen— they are both quite busy, and Wolfsong has no end of patients to care for.

Case in point. Snakehiss has never spoken with such urgency in Wolfsong's memory, and at least he can be certain he does care for someone. "We must move her to the badger set— Snakehiss, allow her space. I do not believe she would want you to take ill as well," he directs firmly as he presses a paw to Rosepool's chest, which heaves for breath, her heart quick beneath it. "She can rest there, and I will treat her symptoms."​

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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[Thriftfeather]

Thriftpaw is folded in his nest when another clanmate falls ill — doubled over and hacking loud enough that even from his distance he can hear her. Snakehiss rushes to her side, and an unexpected curl of sympathy runs down Thriftpaw, cold from his ears to his paws. He stands without the customary stretch and meets Snakehiss at his flank just as Wolfsong warns Snakehiss away.

"It's not easy," Thriftpaw doesn't know if he means it for Snakehiss or Wolfsong — not easy to have a dying parent or not easy to leave. Thriftpaw's ear twitches, the place his mind always returns to, but in the present he continues speaking, eyes on Snakehiss, "She's tough, because she's a WindClanner. You taught me that."

Because Snakehiss is tetchy and rude and even sometimes suspicious of Thriftpaw, but he still answered Thriftpaw's questions. He's all of those things to Thriftpaw because he wants to see a better Thriftpaw — the version of Thriftpaw that is a proud WindClanner. Thriftpaw sees that version of himself too. Someday, Thriftpaw will even be that, and Snakehiss will be kind to him. He smiles, too small and hesitant to be genuine.​

WINDCLAN APPRENTICE ✦ GOLDEN TABBY TOM ✦ 7 MOONS​

 

[Violetwisp]

Filthy and disheveled, Violetwisp is on his trek back to the tunnels when he hears the startled cry and demands for a medicine cat and despite his better judgement he pauses to look back. Snakehiss hovering over a fallen cat, the sound of a haggered breath and wheezing cry rising up and he knows. He knows as much as any other WindClanner would what this was. Another cat sick to yellowcough. Under the ground it was safe from all of this, he had been stressed and worried in his short time in the medicine cat den for an entirely non-illness related reason because he feared catching whatever this wretched thing was. The black and white tom has half a mind to ignore what he's seen and keep leaving, but Wolfsong approaches and even Thriftpaw lingers nearby and he sighs inwardly before pivoting around to approach; maybe the layers of mud he is often caked in will act as a shield to the sick.
"I....I can help you move her once she's had a moment if you like, Wolfsong?"
Suppose he owed the gentle tom something for putting up with his nonsensical ramblings and whining his entire stay in the healer's den. An ear twitches to Thriftpaw's comment before his assurance and he can't help but slightly at it. What wasn't easy? Living? Yeah, it was hard. It was dying that was easy.

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[SOOTSTAR]

SOOTSTAR​

No one was safe, not even WindClan’s strongest… Weaselclaw had been among the first to prove that. Sootstar keeps her distance from Rosepool but comes to stand beside the young black warrior, the opposite flank to Thriftpaw who tries to reassure him. The leader nods approvingly, ”Rosepool has always been one of our strongest. She will hold up.” To a different party who was not Snakehiss, she turns her gaze and gravely orders, ”Prepare another nest for the badgerset den.”

☾ INFO BATTLE

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  » Soot ․ Sootstar
  » WindClan Leader
  » She/her ․ Mate to Weaselclaw
  » Tiny blue smoke she-cat with green eyes.
  » "Speech" ․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A high-stamina foe who can be difficult to hit.
  » Excels in quick, short moves.
  » Fights to kill and maim
  » Fatal attack of choice is an underbelly dive.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[SNAKEHISS]

The medicine cat arrives swiftly — thank the stars. Snakehiss has never been more relieved to see Wolfsong's face. He steps back as per the golden tom's instructions, gaze wide like a rabbit moments before death. "She'll— Wolfsong, you can keep her alive, can't you? Tell me, will she be alright?" The warrior demands, not in his usual sharp-tongued tone. He is pleading at this point. Does he plead Wolfsong? Does he plead StarClan?

Too frantic to shut anyone down or push them away at this point, all Snakehiss offers the others is a shaky glance — utter bewilderment, horror seems to make his pupils dance. Thriftpaw's attempt at encouragement thinly masks the uncertainty of Rosepool's fate. Violetwhisp, a clanmate he knows little of, simply offers to aid Wolfsong. His teeth grit together so hard that his jaws might as well crack. Don't touch her, he wants to scream, but Snakehiss knew in his heart what needed to be done. His mother has caught the kittypet plague; she couldn't stay in camp for long.

Sootstar also seems to think that there will be a light at the end of the tunnel, that Rosepool will hold out until the lungwort arrives, but Snakehiss can only wonder if her words are truly genuine. Of course she doesn't want to damage the morale of her clan by telling the truth — without lungwort, these cats will die.

The young moor runner can only watch now, maw agape and breathing shaky, as Wolfsong and the others spring into action to help Rosepool to the badger set. Shadowsight stands still, watching from just behind his son with a stony expression, wordless and yet to offer any form of comfort for his child.

✰ INFO

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  ✰ SNAKEHISS
  —— he/him; warrior ( moor runner ) of windclan
  —— bisexual; single; not looking
  —— long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and a notable bite mark on his right foreleg
  —— "speech", thoughts, attack
  —— link to full tags; @ on discord for plots.
  —— penned by beatles

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