camp wandering man ⋆ overslept?

[valesight ➶]

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The typical RiverClan warrior woke up at the first peek of dawn, the light filtering through the reeds. They'd busy themselves with sharing tongues, listening for the sound of the deputy calling for attention, sitting at alert to hear what patrols they were assigned to. Typically you would find the split-faced chimera amongst them... dutiful despite his worries.

Not this morning...

The sun rises and trails higher and higher in the sky... morning patrols go out, return and sun-high patrols then follow. Still, he lays wrapped tightly in his nest, a small whistle of his nose notating the rise and fall of his chest. He was meant to be awake some time ago, meant to trail after his den-mates with the hopes of catching something to feed the clan... but Valesight wheezes in sleepy obliviousness. There's a bubbling, wet popping of his lungs on a particularly deep inhale.... a pinch of eyebrows as he fights for a breath.

Despite the cold of leaf-bare, his pelt burn fire-hot, uncomfortable despite his close proximity to the edge of the den which should be coolest and most prone to wayward drafts.

all about the boy ⋆ whos married to the fire

• so.... vale's been hiding symptoms of whitecough for a bit... it looks like it may've progressed to greencough
• ⋆ a long-haired, chocolate tabby and fawn tabby chimera with green-yellow eyes
  ⋆ fifteen months old
  ⋆ drypaw riverclan warrior

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[iciclefang]

Iciclefang, like the rest of the warriors, had slipped from her cold nest just as the sun was beginning to peek through their reed-laced roof. Her patrol had been unsuccessful; the river had been too cold this morning to fish without suffering the frostbite she'd already been subjected to, and their land prey has been driven underground, first by Twolegs and now by a cruel and early leafbare. She carries a single vole back, and it isn't more than a few mouthfuls, in truth. She is beginning to feel defeated — how can RiverClan be this hungry so early in the season? How will they maintain their strength until newleaf?

She wants to keep her spirits high, for Pinepaw's sake. The girl is suffering enough, is newly half-blind, and has been shamed in front of her Clan over and over again. She bears the brunt of the responsibility for her daughter's suffering, and though she happily suffers the tongue lashings for it, it does not make it easier for Pinepaw.

She's just about to deliver her catch to the sparsely-populated fresh-kill pile when she notices a brown shape huddled tightly in its nest. Iciclefang frowns. I didn't notice Valesight didn't leave with the rest of us, she thinks, but she creeps closer, her blue eyes narrowed. She can hear his breathing even from several foxlengths away, and it sounds nasty. "You should go see Moonbeam and Robinheart. You don't sound good." She frowns. She can no longer command him to do so — though she is his senior, they ultimately share the same rank now — but she hopes he'll listen to her. If he's sick, he could be spreading it to the rest of the Clan.

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

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• Iciclekit . Iciclepaw . Iciclefang, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 30 moons old, ages realistically on the 17th.
  — mentored by Smokestar ; mentoring Pinepaw ; previously mentored Cicadaflight
  — riverclan warrior. mudpelt x icesparkle, gen 2.
  — former mate to Stormywing ; current mate to no one.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  sh tortoiseshell and white she-cat with ice-blue eyes. confident, capable, proud, dry, conceited, condescending, distrustful.

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[LAMBLEAP.]

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Of course leaf-bare had to be the seasons that cats got sick. Why wouldn't it be? It wasn't like having not having enough food was a gut punch, no, they would have to knock down cats that would otherwise be perfectly capable of doing things!

Lambleap, like most warriors, was active as the sun rose. Maybe even slightly before, as a way to hope to get the cold out of his bones. It is very frigid, and he hopes to be warm sooner rather than later.

Not as warm as Valesight, though. He believed he didn't see Valesight slip through the den, but it could have been his tiredness and he may have been mistaken. He noticed the huddle of fur, same as Iciclefang, when he returns from checking the border. He stops near the other warrior, eyes furrowed in what appears to be worry. Yeah, yeesh. That did not sound good, and he felt bad for the chimera who was having to deal with this. He glanced over at Iciclefang. "Should we carry him if he cannot get up on his own?" Then his copper eyes glance down at Valesight. "Just uh, in the interest of your health, you should get checked out." His voice suggests he almost doesn't know how to word this, but wanted to show his agreement. ​

 

[pebbletail]

(☼) chill creeps up pebbletail's spine as he follows the patrol into camp. a minnow clutched in his jaws, is is clear that disappointment hangs in the air. their hunting had not been very successful today, and it carves worry into the brow of the tom. ducking into the warriors'den for aq brief respite from the icy air, the rattling of valesight's lungs attracts the presence of the newly minted lead warrior. he pads up behind iciclefang, glancing briefly at the molly before bending to sniff at his friend's fur. "he's burning up," the young man comments, meeting his fellows' eyes with a concerned blink. such illness he knows doesn't come upon someone suddenly, which means the earthen hued tom has been hiding his weakness for some time.

concern glimmers in the blue tom's sunlit gaze. he almost calls the other's name, but hesitates, remembering a snow-strewn herb search mere weeks ago. the color of the herb found, a shocking, sharp green, comes to mind. "hey, bright eyes," he murmurs to the other, a hefty paw gently nudging his friend. should the man stir, pebbletail will nod in agreement with iciclefang's words. "c'mon, we can take you to the medicine cats," he leaves out moonbeam and robinheart's names, not meaning to make valesight more uncomfortable than he obviously already is. "do you think you can walk? otherwise…" a glance at lambleap, "would you fetch them for him?"

LET ME BE YOUR OWN ☼ ICARION CARRION

• // hopefully sending lambfang to fetch @Moonbeam and/or @robinheart xx " #848DAE"
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• PEBBLETAIL ☼ HE / HIM, LEAD WARRIOR OF RIVERCLAN. 13 MOONS OLD, PENNED BY LAVS
  
  
  a large blue tabby with low white and vitiligo. pale blue fur covers the length of pebbletail's stocky body, sliced through with darker tabby stripes and spots. baleful orange eyes peer out of heavy set sockets, and his muzzle, paws, and tail tip are dashed with white.

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[robinheart]

Her typical routine of tidying the medicine den and checking on patients is interrupted by a messenger – Lambleap if she recalled. To be honest Robinheart's attention did not remain on the warrior for long after her friend's name fell from their jaws, telling the medicine cat apprentice of an ailment that had struck the chimera so beloved to the tortoiseshell.

Quickly she limps from the medicine den, citrine eyes fixed on the warrior's den. The blizzard had weakened their ranks, sprinkled illness among typically strong bodies, but the tortoiseshell had thought they were past the worst of it? Unless Valesight had been hiding his ailment?

Oh my friend, she thinks with sadness as she crests the entrance and approaches the feverish warrior. "Pebbletail and Iciclefang, can you help support his flanks? We need to get him to the medicine den so we can start treatment as soon as possible," Robinheart murmurs, brows knit together in concern (and a bit of shame for asking the two to help… she's not accustomed to holding any sort of authority). "It'll be okay, my friend. I'll help get you feeling right as rain once more," the tortoiseshell adds, hushed voice directed solely at Valesight.​

[ penned by kerms ]​