private THE ADULTS ARE TALKING — wolf & cricket

[SNAKEHISS]

A visit to Wolfsong's den was not something for Snakehiss to be thrilled about, especially considering he had stayed in the medicine den for what seemed like ages not too long ago. He had never been on amicable terms with the medicine cat, and he had even more reason to feel wary of Wolfsong now that his mate was in power, but he hadn't a choice. Cricketkit's eyes would not stop flicking back and forth and, well, it was concerning Snakehiss. So much so that he had instructed Cricketkit to follow him to the herb-filled tunnel. "Wolfsong," The ex-deputy addressed the golden-furred tom.

The midnight-colored moor runner stepped to the side, glancing down at his son. Snakehiss was not happy about Cricketkit's "condition", whatever it was. Hopefully Wolfsong would have some sort of solution. "Cricketkit's eyes, well-" He pauses, taking a moment to study the tabby's flicking pupils. "They keep moving. What is wrong with him?" Snakehiss issues the question rather bluntly, though not in a manner unexpected from someone who had never cared to speak sensitively.

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  snakehiss
  

  — he/him; moor runner of windclan
  — long-limbed black tom with green eyes, a small white chest patch, and multiple scars
  — father to violetkit, cricketkit, and privetkit (duskclan)
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Snakehiss is not a cat Wolfsong expected to see within his den for quite some time. No doubt he had his fill of the place after Sootstar's dethroning, and Wolfsong certainly had his fill of him, gratifying as it was to see his arrogance humbled, if only temporarily. Even more surprising is that he's brought one of his children, and he turns from his herbs to fully face the pair with his sole eye. "As kits' eyes tend to," he says dryly, though if Snakehiss has forced himself here, clearly something is truly amiss.

He bends slightly to peer into Cricketkit's face. The problem reveals itself fairly quickly, and Wolfsong frowns thoughtfully. "Hm. What is his balance like? Do you often stumble, Cricketkit?" Unfortunately, he knows little of what can be done for the kit as far as addressing the cause. Symptoms he may be able to treat, but quivering irises could mean several roots, some among them quite serious.
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 42 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTAR (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 and his own pregnancy, 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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