sensitive topics the walls are closing in - first asthma attack

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ The tense energy in camp was hard to sit with. Cats were pacing, looking around like all of a sudden chaos would erupt. Grasskit wasn't exactly an authority on things, but he could tell when things were very wrong. And now was one of those times. He'd listened, of course, when the news of the fire had first reared it's ugly head. He didn't know what fire was though, so his fear was mainly based on the other cats around. He'd stuck close to his siblings all day. He felt almost like he had to. To protect them, or something.

A particularly strong gust of wind brought a looming cloud of smoke toward camp, making things ever that much more unpleasant. He didn't have the foresight to see that maybe standing outside wasn't the smartest idea. And no one had shooed him away yet, so he figured it was fine. Until it wasn't. The air felt heavy on his tongue with the bitter taste of smoke. An aggressive sneeze nearly knocked him back on his rump. Only now he was wheezing, and hard. Harder than he was used to. Panic flared in his chest, green eyes wide. "H-help-" he tried to cry out but it was mostly just a cough. Falling to his stomach, he stretched his head forward in hopes of any relief. I can't breathe! he thought. Rasping coughs ripped out of his chest. He looked around desperately. Help me!

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 3 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[REDHEART]

Locking out the mental demons was a challenge but hiding away from the increasing dangers inside Windclan territory seemed impossible these days. Keeping his head low the tabby managed to move over to dirt place. Taking a moment to finish up his duties there before heading back into the clearing. The fires had brought welps of smoke and ash over their camp and Redheart was ready to give the two-legs a piece of his mind. What did they gain from this? Why were they doing it? How could they even stop them? The bald creatures were an utter mystery and a malevolent force more often then naught. Just as the ruddy warrior was fixing to slink off to his nest a pained hacking noise caused him to halt.

Peering off towards the sound in question he spotted Grasskit with eyes widened in terror and gasping against the ground. Immediately the tom's heart rate shot to the skies and his paws scrambled to the kittens aid. "Grasskit! What's wrong?" The small scrap looked like the fishes that Riverclan swiped onto land. When he got to the pale kit's side he couldn't see a scratch on them but it didn't take a genius to figure the surrounding smoke was the likely perpetrator. "I-it's okay buddy, I'm right here. I'm gonna get you help." Awkwardly, he lifted a paw and hovered around Grasskit, but he didn't really know what to do. Unsure if it was safe to haul a choking kit around.

Come on think you mousebrain! Frustration and fear shot up his back in waves as the fawn-colored feline floundered. "Shit." Redheart softly swore whipping his head every which way before crying out. "WOLFSONG! COTTONPAW!" Doing his best to stay calm he bent over the smaller feline and aimed to grab their scruff. Intending to drag them into the safety of the nursery and out of the smoke cloud.​

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ The fear and chaos that had overcome the clan was an interesting form of stimuli for the girl. She stood on the outside of it, watching with a small tilt of her head as cats scrambled about like rabbits with their heads cut off, returning to camp with fur dyed black and breaths coming out in puffs of wheezing soot. Like Grasskit, Fry had no reference for what fire was and what it did - aside from the smoke and the panic, anyway. But she didn't share in his mimicking of everyone else's fear. What was there to be scared of, honestly? Their home would be safe, wasn't it? Fry still got to eat, and Fry wouldn't stop playing her games. Sure, the air tasted drier, and cats were a lot less fun to play with when they were like this, but life goes on. Right?

Frightkit was just about to pounce on Grasskit's tail from behind when her brother suddenly...collapsed. Fry blinked, sitting back up from her crouch, and watched. It was an odd sight, the way Grasskit stretched out his neck like that, trembling as though possessed. Frightkit coughed herself at the dry air, but never to that extent. She blinked when Redheart appeared, screaming his head off before throwing himself on Grasskit. "Just let him cough it out " Frightkit suggested, only for her comment to be drowned out by the warrior screaming for the medicine cats. She frowns, irked about getting ignored, and says a little louder, "he'll be fine in a second " Stumbling back as he drags her brother deeper into the den, Frightkit rolls her eyes before padding after him. "Grasskit is just being a baby for attention " she huffs, irritated mostly that it's working.

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[ferretpaw]

The fires were scary, so she's heard. The smoke that covered the sky, even scarier. With each passing day, Ferretkit felt she was suffering more and more under the fire's haze. Her throat itched, her sense of smell had changed, and her eyes watered - all the time! She felt embarrassed to be so affected by these flames - in her eyes, she was supposed to be inconvincible, and the strongest kit in the nursery.

No matter how hard she feels she has it, it must be nothing compared to Grasskit. Ferretkit's guard crumbles almost completely upon seeing her friend on the ground, wheezing. Soon, she is by his side, staring up at Redheart with round eyes. One of the only moments of vulnerability the kitten would show; and it's all out of mind so long as Grasskit is hurting. Empathy is a newfound feeling for her.

"What's wrong with him?" she cries, putting a paw to Grasskit's side. The panic in the cream kitten's eyes is contagious, and Ferretkit soon finds herself feeling as helpless as Grasskit must feel. In fact, in all her panic, she manages to ignore Frightkit's provocations, for once.
"It's - it's okay, Grasskit! Redheart is calling for help. See?"

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♡ — OUT OF CHARACTER ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ CHARACTER INFORMATION — ♡

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  FERRETKIT
  ━━ KIT of WINDCLAN | 5 MOONS ,, ages every 31st
  ━━ NPC xx NPC | SIBLING to gorsekit
  ━━ MATE to none | PARENT to none
  ━━ MENTOR to none | MENTORED by none​

 

[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Redheart's voice is difficult to miss, and watching him disappear into the nursery twists Wolfsong's belly with dread. He follows suit immediately, and though he smells no blood inside, it does little to soothe his concern.

"Make room, little ones," Wolfsong instructs as he steps into the nursery, sole eye rapidly taking note of Grasskit's breathing and the pair of kits nearby, though Frightkit is visibly unconcerned, especially when compared to Ferretkit. "The same for you, Redheart. He needs space to breathe." Of course, the issue is that he cannot, or at least, he heavily struggles to— and Wolfsong disappears out into camp to briskly make for his medicine den, well aware that time is of the essence. When he returns, it is with a mossball dipped in honey, and he crouches before the wheezing kit to place it between them. "You must drink the honey, Grasskit— you will make it through this, but you must take the honey."
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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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[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦Wolfsong was not a comforting figure to him. That had to mean something really was wrong with him, right? Wolfsong doesn't just give healthy cats stuff. Something was wrong with him. His chest hurt, he couldn't breathe, of course something was wrong. He heaved out more grating sobs. "You must drink the honey," Wolfsong had instructed. Honey? There was honey there?

Focusing his hardest, he looked at the medicine cat in front of him, before looking down to the moss smothered in sticky yellow-ish goo. At least honey tasted good. It'd be insult to injury if he couldn't bear the taste of the thing supposed to help him. He lapped up the sweet, soothing liquid again and again. He desperately hoped Wolfsong was right, because it didn't feel good at all.

Slowly, the small fawn tabby began to regain his breath. It didn't sound good, but it was breathing instead of gasping. As his heart and breathing started to calm down, Grasskit shrank back. He was embarrassed, everyone was staring at him. And he was tired. StarClan, he would love to take a nap.

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 3 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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