camp THE WORST THING [frostbite]

[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ In hindsight, deciding to stubbornly trudge out into a blizzard had not been their brightest idea. They had thought it a good idea at the time, a way to take care of their mate while he lies in Cottonsprig's den. At least this time, there is no badger sett for Periwinklebreeze to be marched away to; Gravelsnap is free to visit him whenever they wish. And sure, it isn't recommended that they get too close to his sickbed, but being able to see that he still breathes is enough. Their mate being kept in camp also means that they are free to deliver whatever prey they catch directly to his paws. At least, they could do that if they managed to actually catch anything at all.

Their hunt goes terribly. Their paws begin to ache halfway through, and then they begin to burn, and then there is no feeling at all. When they look at their paws, they can see the roughed-up pads, the small stains of blood that track through the snow behind them. They do not allow the numb feeling to stop their trek back to WindClan, even if it prevents their hunting from being successful. When they arrive back in the clan's camp, the feeling begins to return—but it only burns, aches more and more. They do not want to visit the healers, but in this instance they doubt that they have any choice in the matter.

"Peri…" they mutter as they stumble through the den's entrance, hazel gaze finding their mate quickly. Even coated in the dull haze of sickness, he is the most beautiful thing they have laid eyes upon. And he looks… warm. Very warm. "Cold," they mutter to themself, rather than giving an explanation for their strange behavior—and it is odd coming from them, normally avoidant of the medicine cats' den, staying far away even when feeling ill. The stench of it still threatens to make them gag now, but they press on in the direction of their mate's nest, not minding the sickness that surrounds them.

I DON'T NEED THE STARS ➼ I GLOW IN THE DARK

• ooc: got frostbite & rolled total garbage just like all my other characters
  
  @Periwinklebreeze. @cottonsprig @CELANDINEPAW but no need to wait for them
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• GRAVELSNAP ❯❯ they/he, moor runner of windclan
  ⭃ average-sized black and white warrior who seems smaller than he is. speaks rarely and quietly.
  ⭃ mate to periwinklebreeze ; sibling to slateheart
  ⭃ mentoring sheeppaw & thistlepaw ; formerly mentored thriftfeather
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay is allowed, but they hate physical contact & will lash out if not close friends / family
  ⭃ penned by foxlore

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[Periwinklebreeze.]

ATOMS AND LOW SELF-ESTEEM,
IS THAT ALL THAT I'M GONNA BE ? ​

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periwinklebreeze ❀ 28 moons ❀ demi-boy ❀ windclan lead warrior ​

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Days pass since Periwinklebreeze's return - and yet, he does not seem to get better. If anything, he almost seems worse - the chill in his bones replaced by fever like fire, radiating heat like the greenleaf sun. Insomnia wars with exhaustion, and in truth delirium fills his ind more often then not.

And yet, through it all Gravelsnap is a comforting presence - and, of course the two medicine cats, but he has eyes only for one. His beloved trudges into the den, not with prey in their jaws but a tired voice - cold fur pressing against overly-warm. He doesn't quite notice this however - everyone feels cool to the the touch these days, ill as he is. " My l-love... " voice is muffled as he holds back a cough, blinking blearily at his mate once more.

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W H A T -D O E S - M Y -L I F E -E V E N -M E A N ?

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[BLUEFROST]

The blizzard rages, and Bluefrost has spent every spare moment guarding the nursery. Her kits are antsy, even with the bite of leafbare in the air, and she knows they yearn to escape into camp, but she is adamant and stern they must remain tucked into their shared nest. She rarely lets them leave her sight — for how long could it take, for a single kit, not even in their third moon, to freeze to death because of her negligence? She could not bear it. If the six of them die of boredom instead — seven, when Thriftfeather isn't risking his life in the storm — then so be it.

But something catches her eye through the bleary white-gray air. She bundles close to the nursery's entrance, her eyes wide with dismay. "Gravelsnap!" It hadn't been long since Periwinklebreeze had stumbled into camp, half-dead from his stint on the moorland in the blizzard, and now it seems his mate has followed suit.

She has not spoken to Gravelsnap since her demotion... since her betrayal. She does not know where they stand. But she bounds forward, watching them curl into the nest with their mate while fighting chills. "Let me know if you need me to help with anything," she murmurs to Cottonsprig, to Celandinepaw. She cannot bear to see her friend this way, no matter how distant they have grown.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 23 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored Brackenpaw.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — mated to Thriftfeather.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.

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[cottonsprig]

The prior moon had been a flurry of panic and disarray - and now, paw deep in snow, Cottonsprig can only imagine this onslaught of leafbare is only a taste of what's to come. She rests herself, her chest paining with a lesser illness to what Periwinklebreeze boasts. Her mind hasn't left her like it had done to those with yellowcough - a brief reprieve if there were any - but she isn't sure she can claim the same of the black smoke tom. And nor the same of his mate, who willfully clings to the lead warrior's sickly sides despite the threat it poses to their health.

She watches, and it's a simple spark of jealousy that is too quickly put out by the snow. She should not be so unhappy with the courage and unity her Clanmates have with one another. Her nest is cold with just her body in it, but that does not mean she should harbor envy for those who find warmth in theirs.

It's Bluefrost's arrival that drags a rheumy gaze to the mouth of her den, and then shortly after to the smudges of blood that followed Gravelsnap's trail. Had they cut their paw on some ice, or something worse? Cottonsprig narrows her eyes and pushes herself to uneven paws, holding a cough behind clenched teeth. Her sister's offer for help is answered with a quick and quiet, "Send a warrior this way with some water, please?" She cannot deign herself nor Periwinklebreeze to clean the paws of the bicolor warrior; their saliva is infected, so to say, and she can't imagine what it would do to open wounds.

Regardless, she pulls her weight closer to the two, hardly aware of just how consumed they are in one another. Her tail raps against the ground as she looks on to Gravelsnap, "Your paws, please," she murmurs, one of her patting the space before them. "You've tracked blood into my den; you're not getting out just as easy."

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

• ooc //

• ❥ MEDICINAL KNOWLEDGE
  ♥♥♡ WOUNDS ; can confidently stop bleeding and mend lacerations. will often request that you keep your injury clean and wait it out first.
  ♥♥♡ INFECTION ; as a side effect of likely her own doing, very dutiful with technique and treatment shortly thereafter.
  ♥♡♡ ACHES & PAINS ; will defer to a dark tunnel and rest. if pain persists, maybe she will offer something.
  ♥♡♡ BROKEN BONES ; has never dealt with a broken bone. likely will ask that you never move. ever again.
  ♥♥♥ TRAVELING HERBS ; learned well from her previous mentor. will pile even too many remedies to tough the wilderness with.
  ♥♥♥ KITTING ; having kittens of her own and helped several others with their litters, she is very well versed with calming techniques and quelling pain.
  ♥♡♡ POISONS ; she knows what they are... but that isn't enough, isn't it?
  ♥♥♡ ILLNESS ; having worked through two yellowcough bouts, she is confident in her remedies. much else... she's operating on trial and error.
  ⸻ cottonsprig is a dutiful and excitable medicine cat. she enjoys company and loves conversation. she'd rather not have too many curious noses snooping around her den... but who is she to quell curiosity?

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  ⸻❥ cottonsprig is the primary medicine cat of windclan. a former princess to the moors, she harbors many guilts for her actions throughout her short life. she has no consistent partner, unwilling to commit and settle, and she is training celandinepaw in medicine.

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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

Sedgepounce is the warrior that Bluefrost finds, if only because he's the first she sees when she peeks from the den. At her request, he takes a clump of moss, but only takes it a few steps out of camp. The Sunwarmed Pool is frozen, and the river is too dangerous, let alone too far. He resorts to warming a fresh clump of snow with his paws and his breath until it melts into the moss. It takes longer than he would like.

Eventually, though, Sedgepounce ducks into the dim warmth of the medicine den with an ample, tepid bit of water. He blinks through the dark, eyes landing on Gravelsnap and Periwinklebreeze's curled-up flanks. They slot together like puzzle pieces despite the former's miserable shivering.

Slowly and yet with an abruptness akin to ripping off a bandaid, Sedgepounce's attention flickers to Cottonsprig. "I gotcha, Cottie," he murmurs a little numbly, passing over the moss. Far too aware of her own forlorn look, now that she's told him the truth.
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[rimekit]

The cold, the very force she declared to Featherspine that she liked, was proving to be quite unlikable. Rimekit paces from wall to wall of the nursery when she is permitted. She tussles with her littermates, the mass of kitten fluff and cloudy breaths warming them against the blizzard's icy tendrils. But more often than not she finds herself tucked away in her family's nest, half crushed by a sibling or a parent, instructed to rest and preserve her energy.

It is when Bluefrost darts to the nursery entrance that Rimekit curiously follows. The whipping wall of snow and wind buffers her whiskers and frosts her grey and gold smoked ears. She knows not who her mother calls out to, and tilts her head in curiosity as the small queen surges forward towards the patrol's destination within the medicine den.

Wizened enough from previous scolding, Rimekit does not follow. Instead she sits at the mouth of the nursery and waits. Waits for mother to return and perhaps regale all of them with a story as it seems one is due: who had she shown great concern for? Who was Gravelsnap to their cold and calculated mother?​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[Beetlepaw!]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Beetlepaw peered out of the apprentice den drawn by the faintest sounds of chatter; copper eyes widened as a small gasp left her. She didn't know what temptations pulled the Gravelsnap and Periwinklebreeze from the safety of camp into the moors during a blizzard. But they both were quickly huddled into the medicine den. Curiosity pulled her away from the warm tunnel into the rising snow and bone chilling winds.

The young apprentice leaped across the snow-covered area and peeked into the den, watching Sedgepounce deliver moss for some reason. "D-do you need any h-help?" She stuttered from the entrance; she didn't want to intrude but was also deeply interested in what was going on. The trail of blood faint and oddly coming from their paws. Her eyes scanned over the shaking cats huddled together with a tilt of her head.​