camp take it to the runway .. recovery !!

[lilacfur]

The return of her long lost Clanmates had hardly registered through the delirium haze of Lilacfur's mind. Her recognition between reality and dreams had felt lost to the heat of fever, hardly lucid in the weeks prior to receiving her much needed treatment. She doesn't remember Starlingheart approaching her with the lungwort, she doesn't recall how her dry throat had her choking and coughing as she struggled to get the dose down.

But this morning her eyes open and the shadows of the medicine den do not feel like they're swallowing her up. Amber sights look to the maw of the cavern, pale light coaxing her out of the messy nest she lay in. Her paws press firmly against the hard, damp earth and for a moment she swayed upon fully standing, woozy from the change in position. It felt like eons since she could stand up by herself, part of her convinced it may never happen again.

"Star... Starling?" A breathy call for her sister came out in a hushed voice, but the dark molly was not present right then. Probably out restocking much needed herbs- had Magpiepaw returned yet?

Lilacfur managed to steady herself enough to pad outside the den and sit beside the opening, taking a deep breath as the fresh air greeted her senses. "I missed being out here. What's been going on out here?" She's not speaking to anyone in particular, still feeling distant despite sitting right before everyone.​

[ sad hello's and mad high low's ]​

 

[GRANITEPELT]

A pale shape drifts to the mouth of Starlingheart’s den, thinned and drained-looking but alive. Granitepelt thinks this is a pity; StarClan is not merciful, to let these cats linger in pain so long, only to let the worst of them live. He glances around for his mate, but she isn’t immediately present, and it appears there’s clarity in Lilacfur’s copper gaze once more. She’s made it through her bout of yellowcough, as unfortunate as he believes it to be, and with a suppressed internal sigh he pushes himself to his paws and makes his way toward Starlingheart’s littermate.

“I missed being out here,” Lilacfur murmurs. Granitepelt can imagine; he feels as though he has not truly seen her in moons. “It’s good to see you up.” He sits about a foxlength and a half away from her. “You’re looking… well.” After a heartbeat, he says, “There’s plenty going on. Surely you’ve heard about the lost kits… and now Ferndance is expecting more of them.”

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[Scorchedmoon]

Seeing patients recover from Yellowcough makes all the pain they had to endure worth it, Scorchedmoon thinks as Lilacfur comes out from the medicine cat den, looking about as well as can be. ShadowClan may have been spared the rogues, but sickness was just as deadly, and it’s pained him to see any of his clanmates in such a sad state. One too many lives were taken by the disease, so to see success after the bountiful harvest brought back from those who traversed the mountain is a really welcoming sight.

He gives the lilac tabby a warm smile in greeting, tail upwards and vibrating in excitement. “It’s great to see you up and around! It’s been weird not having you around,” Scorchedmoon says to her earnestly. “But yes, we still haven’t found the missing kits… it’s hard to see. New kits is always exciting, though! I’m also a warrior now too along with a few others; I’m Scorchedmoon now! Other than that, nothing too interesting.” The only other thing he can think to bring up is the sad amount of deaths they continue to endure, but he doesn’t want to be too dour…that’s not what Lilacfur needs right now!​

 

[✧ Siltcloud.]

" I'M AN ANGEL " ?
TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN BY THAT​

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siltcloud ♕ 17 moons ♖ female ♘ she/her ♙ shadowclan warrior ​

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Siltcloud is a bit too happy to see her friend up and about - the startled she-cat dropping her prey in a hurry as she returns, paws carrying her over to join the group that has gathered. " Lilacfur! " voice chirps out, green eyes wide for a moment as they meet gold, only to flicker away by force of habit. " How are you feeling? Has... starlingheart given you the all clear then? " she can only assume so, seeing her like this, but worry gnaws on her mind none the less and so she frets.

The topic of conversation is uncomfortable - guilt niggling at whatever pitiful tatters remain of her 'conscience'. It is... partly her fault that the kits are gone. That lilacfur will now worry for the two scraps of fur. Honestly, she does not regret her choice, but it is still discomforting, this knowing. " Not the best time to have kits though - leafbare, " she murmurs softly, hoping to direct the conversation away towards ferndance's litter, speaking as though giving a simple opinion and nothing else. Had they not nearly starved to death during the last after all?

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[lilacfur]

Granitepelt is not who she is expecting to greet her first. She would have preferred his daughter or her older brother perhaps, but he was not behaving rudely or bitter. So he was spared her distaste.

"Tanglekit and Halfkit?" She gasped, her look of shock growing further at the news of Ferndance as well. color=lavender]"No... You're joking. Who would..."[/color] The rosette grimaced before finishing her sentence, welcoming the distraction from Scorchedmoon. She sighed as a smile lifted her maw, seeing Schorchedmoon proudly announce herself as a warrior.

"I heard the cheers from the medicine den! I'm so proud of you, Maggotfur and Sharpshadow. It'll be nice to have the warriors den full for the winter." Just a moon more and Honeypaw would join them next, making all of her old denmates returned to her once again. Cinnamon tabby fur parted her focus from Scorchedmoon and the she practically glowed at the sight of Siltcloud.

"I'm set for light duty but not for long. I won't lag behind for too long for Ghostpaw's sake. What's been going on with Ferndance? How long ago did that happen?" Amber eyes glanced toward the nursery as if the strange molly would appear from it any moment.​

[ sad hello's and mad high low's ]​