sensitive topics THE WORST TIMING / whitecough

[BERGAMOTPAW.]

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OOC: TW for general sickness, and collapse.

It was warm, right? No, now it became cold. Chills wracked his body as he stepped forward. Breathe. Why couldn't be breathe? He needed to breathe. His breaths shake just like his body does. Whatever. He couldn't stop now, not even if he was ill. He could focus on getting better later, but for the time being, he had apprentice duties to attend to.

In spite of his unwell condition, the apprentice turned to leave camp. His sides heaved and he had to rely on breathing out of his mouth to get oxygen. He turned his head into his leg as he coughed, trudging closer to the exit.

However, his lack of nutrition would not be a boon for him. Without proper meals, his body could not fight off the infection he gained trying to find a meager piece of prey. Which he had failed at, by the way. His vision goes hazy, like there are double of anything of everything, and the colors of the world appeared to shift. "Look out!" He managed to call out, right before he swayed and fell to the ground in an unclassy fashion.
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[SEDGEPOUNCE]

It's only Bergamotpaw's shout which saves him from falling onto...no one at all, thankfully. He stumbles, coughing wetly, into some empty space hard left of the gorse tunnel, nearly close enough to barrel head first into the sandy camp wall. If he was aiming to wander outside, the double vision wasn't doing him any favors.

With practiced ease, Sedgepounce finds Burgamotpaw's shoulder, aiming to lift him onto his paws. "Alright, up and at 'em," he murmurs gently. Self-sacrificial, too-good-for-the-med-den apprentices are nothing new, but Bergamotpaw is...different. He wonders what Wraithwail knows. He wonders if he should deal with it himself.

"C'mon, bud. To the medicine den with you," he meows, angling the fever-pelted tom back into camp.
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[CELANDINEPAW]

Winter weakened the body of all that bore the brunt of its wrath, and the spirits even more. It was almost a cyclical irony that the medicine cat apprentice had observed, a wake of tragedy that arose every season. First, it was the plague. Now, it was the blizzard. The golden-pelted molly had been convinced that there would never be true good times ahead - only those accented by death and loss. Then again, one could reason that the good times were only as good as they were when preceded by the bad. ( Something about grief, something about gratitude, something about grace. )

Celandinepaw's keen ears caught upon stray coughs, like a mistral song that belie only terrible things to come, suffocating even the throat that brang it to life. She knew those raspy wrackings from anywhere, that hoarse bell of dismay like a deep-seated fear that germinated within loose soils of her heart. She had been lucky to have been arriving from the outside and back to the camp's entrance when she saw the younger feline collapse onto a bed of harsh snow. "Bergamotpaw! Are you alright? C'mon. We've got plenty of things to treat you with, don't worry." She mewed as she hurried along besides the apprentice and Sedgepounce, rigorous voice like some makeshift shepherd to salvation, though she understood that the candor of her voice was anything but commanding. As brisk footfall fell upon the hardened skin of the snowfall, olivine eyes could not help but to wander to Bergamot's ailing frame. Clear signs of malnutrition etched themselves on gaunt countenance and jutting ribs. This was unavoidable for many of the Windclan cats, for there was never enough prey to sustain even an inkling of their ever-thunderous bellies. "Thanks, Sedgepounce." She said a little quiet, granting him a thin-lipped smile of gratitude. She offered support on the other side of Bergamotpaw, just in case he would sway the other way.

𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧, 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪 ( .☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁˖.☘︎ ݁ ) 𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗧, 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗘, 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗡, 𝗢𝗛 𝗡𝗢

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  ❁ — MEDICINAL EXPERTISE: Celandinepaw is the current medicine cat apprentice of Windclan. Although she is quite new to her position, she also has much expertise with treatment regarding infectious diseases and basic remedies. As for anything more complex... you're better off asking a more experienced medicine cat. WOUNDS — ★★★☆☆ ACHES — ★★★☆☆ INFECTIONS — ★★★☆☆ BROKEN BONES — ★☆☆☆☆ CONTAGIOUS ILLNESSES — ★★★★★ CHRONIC ILLNESSES — ★★☆☆☆ POISONS — ★☆☆☆☆ KITTING — ★☆☆☆☆ TRAVELING — ★★★☆☆​

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  CELANDINEPAW & SHE / HER & 16 MOONS
  

  —— Medicine Cat Apprentice of Windclan / Mentored by Cottonsprig
  —— A shorthaired, wheat-yellow spotted tabby with yellowish-green eyes. Somewhat pudgy, though lean and able to hold her ground in the wild. Broad-shouldered and tall compared to her smaller clanmates, she stands out through a Windclan crowd.
  —— Outgoing and terribly saccharine, she is a friendly and affable face in Windclan. Though ditzy and cowardly, she tries her best to help her clan as one of their healers. She is prone to outbursts when spurned or stressed. She also tends to follow her own personal code and will often go for a safe, painless option.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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