camp WANDERLUST ഒ₊˚ SICK

[SHEEPPAW]

The past moon of Greenleaf had temperature higher than normal, as normal as the heat gets. At least to one Sheeppaw. It was uncomfortably hot and there were very few ways to cool off. Perhaps the heat is why the black smoke didn't notice it at first. But he felt weaker... his limbs felt heavier, and it took so much of his energy to get up from his nest to train.

Today is dawn and — oh, his breath is reduced to a wheeze. His steps felt slow each passing day. It was hot, his thoughts are muddled as he tried to think it was impossible to tell if it was just the heat. A tendril of discomfort wraps itself around his large ears. He lifted his head from where he had being laying in his nest, he blinked. Was being spoken to? Huh?

"Wh– Why is it so... hot?" He murmured it as a question than a response, with confusion lacing his words. The apprentice felt exhausted then normal. It wasn't like his peaceful and nice nap time exhaustion, it was more drained... He didn't like it. Sky - blue eyes squint up at the cat, who spoke to him. "I'm sorry... What did you say?" He wheezed out, a moment later as his head dropped down at the edge of his nest. Why did it feel like he was being boiled alive?

SNOOZING IN CLOUDS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 FEEL THE LAUGHTER BUILD

• ooc. OH NO! sheem caught da sickness... he's currently in his nest, if you want to be the cat he's talking to go ahead!
  • most notably he has a fever and some delirium such as lethargy that has increased the pass few days </3
• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS & AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like early morning dew & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost's night had been tumultuous. Every dream she'd slipped into had worn a reddish cast, dripping blood and full of unseen shadows twisting away from her. She'd awakened with a stirring in her belly, a need to be sick, but it had passed, thank the stars — but her attempts at getting comfortable in between her sporadic nightmares had been for naught. She is still awake when dawn begins to brighten the horizon, and she slips from the nursery, inhaling the freshness of morning air. I miss having my nest out here. She chases milk-scent and darkness with the dawn.

Most of the warriors had begun to stir already; some were pulling apart prey before their morning patrols, and some were giving themselves or their companions thorough pelt groomings to start the day. There is a heap of white fur that has barely stirred, though. Bluefrost blinks curiously at Sheeppaw, who she has never known to be this lazy. She approaches on unsteady paws, her ears flicked forward judgmentally. "Hey," she says, wondering if the young cat's mentor just hasn't noticed he won't rouse. "An apprentice who sleeps in until sunhigh will never be a —"

She breaks off, frowning, her whiskers twitching. Sheeppaw lifts his head from the lip of his nest as though the action pains him. His gaze is clouded, unseeing, his breath smelling of... of... "Wh-why is it so hot?" He looks through her, clearly in pain. "I'm sorry... what did you say?"

Bluefrost's paws tremble. She puts a forepaw guardedly before her swollen belly and retreats several steps. "Stars! Wolfsong, there is something wrong with Sheeppaw!"

She had seen that same look in her father's vacant blue eyes before he'd lost his mind to yellowcough. But that... that couldn't be it, could it? Her mind sweeps to the dripping, disease-ridden kit Cottonsprig had hauled into WindClan before leaving, and her hackles begin to stiffen with anger and fear.

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

• ooc: calling for @WOLFSONG
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 17 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan lead warrior and queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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[GRAVELSNAP]

➴➴ The dawn patrols are just beginning to gather and head out, and Gravelsnap is among them. Their apprentice has not yet joined them, and for a few moments the warrior simply waits just outside the heather tunnel. Surely Sheeppaw will be coming any moment now, they think… but that dark-pointed form never emerges from the camp’s entrance, and Gravelsnap begins to grow irritated with him. Sleeping in, lazing about—Sheeppaw has never been so indolent! They grit their teeth, deciding to wait a moment more before they storm back into the camp to grasp their apprentice by his scruff, or haul him out by his gigantic ears if they must. When at last they hit their breaking point, the warrior’s paws fall heavy with each step, and they find themself approaching Sheeppaw’s nest with a deep scowl carved into their expression.

Bluefrost also seems to be headed in the direction of the younger tom’s nest, earning her a curious glance from Gravelsnap. But he supposes his friend is merely approaching for the same reason that he is—to see what’s going on with the suddenly-lax apprentice of his. "Sheeppaw, get up," they urge their apprentice, voice low and serious. But then Sheeppaw turns to look up at Bluefrost as she speaks, and something is most certainly wrong. Blue eyes seem glazed over, in a way that had once been all too familiar to the tom. And flanks heave in an erratic pattern, taking more effort than it should to draw breath. Bluefrost scrambles backward, calling for Wolfsong, but Gravelsnap does not move. The taut line of their mouth wobbles, threatening to break entirely. The only time they had ever felt or acted the way that Sheeppaw is now…

A confession of love, offered as a parting gift. Periwinklebreeze, heading into the mountains on a journey that could spell his doom. Gravelsnap, lying sick and delirious, but desperate to reveal the depth of their adoration before it was too late for them. A promise of “I’ll come back,” and then a departure. A month lying prone, recovering from a disease that had ravaged their body even after being properly treated. A month of watching clanmates fall ill and die, a month of wondering which clanmate, which role model, which friend could be next…

"Whatever this is, Wolfsong can fix it," they say, grimacing. It is perhaps the only time they have ever believed in the medicine cat’s skill. But Sheeppaw cannot die. It’s simply not an option—he cannot lose another apprentice, and especially not one so bright, so full of life.

➼ maybe i’ve done enough

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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 ; 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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[SUNSTAR]

✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ The first word from his tongue is a warning: "Bluefrost." The illness that had swept their camp so many moons before, that had taken her father from them and cast her mother to the worst of her descent. He knows he had been lucky at the time — Wolfsong took care of him, even at the cost of others. A terrible truth but one he could not regret until this moment. "You should return to the nursery." His mind wanders to the same place as her own had, and to Gravelsnap's former state. She has more to risk than her own body and mind now. There are kittens in her belly, and a great many that would mourn her loss, and so he urges her away from the cat so clearly unwell that it makes the air around his nest seem filthy and thick.

"Move him to Wolfsong's den," he commands grimly, then questions himself immediately. How many others were in there now? Would they find themselves infected? He thinks of the quarantine, the dead and dying that were forced to rest together. A sharp exhale forces past his teeth, and wild eyes scan camp. "How many others feel unwell?" The leader's voice is booming across their hollow, rumbling like thunder to all that rest within their gorse walls. If this is what he worries it to be. . . delays would only lead to more loss throughout their clan.

𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 ╱ ️️️ ( 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝗕𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 ) ️️️ ️️️ ⌞06.17⌝ 🟒ᨒ

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  ✧₊⁺ ️️️ ️️╱ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ OOC. —
  

  

  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. SUNSTRIDE. SUNNVAR.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ MASC ️️️ & ️️️ AMAB, ️️️ HE – HIM – HIS.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ SECOND LEADER OF ️️️ WINDCLAN.
  ᯓ✧ ️️️ ️️ ️️️ NINE LIVES: ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆ ️️️ ⋆̴͖̻̌͛ ⋆̵̼͈̐̿̓̏͝ ⋆̶̬́̀

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  a large chocolate and white rosette tom with seaglass eyes. the first thing many see when looking at sunstar now is not his proud posture or boxy build, but the scarred stump that remains of his front left leg. a wound that would have killed most other cats took one of his lives; not even starclan could repair it.
  
  
  a rogue brought to windclan in a search for greatness, one of sootstar's most loyal warriors turned into her downfall. with a mate and kits to worry about, and now nine lives from starclan with a missing limb, windclan's leader has much to prove.

• "speech"

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[Brackenpaw]

The commotion of chatter is what draws her closer, sleeping until sunhigh sounded pretty good but unfortunately she had been trained better then that. So what was the big deal if Sheeppaw wanted to sleep in a little bit anyways? This seemed like too large of a gathering to deal with just one apprentice who slept in. She attempts to poke her head around Gravelsnap to look at their friend, frowning as they try to catch up on a conversation missed. Something was wrong with him, they gathered that much from Bluefrost, apart from the call for Wolfsong no one is really saying anything.

Irritation sparks, they shift their weight on their paws. Sunstar has made the booming call to others, were more supposed to be unwell? Is that what Sheeppaw was feeling? "It's just hot, I'm sure he's fine" they're quick to aim for denial, she knows it's not that hot, at least not right now. The thought of Sheeppaw being stuck in the medicine cat den for stars knows how long, stuck with the injured and sick, unable to run around and shout like he usually does. It doesn't feel right, a space like that isn't suited for him because he wasn't sick. It was just hot.

"You can't move him" she insists with a scowl, Brackenpaw looks between the warriors gathered here. There was something unspoken here and yet in her opinion no one seemed upset for the apprentice, just whatever he might be carrying. They squirm around to try and stand by her friends nest, some faux attempt of a guard, tail lightly whipping at the ground. As they tried to defend him she could hear the wheezing clearer, and there was really no denying that he truly was sick. With a heavy pause they sigh, large ears dropping as reality sets in. "Not without me anyways, I want to help with moving him." They decide on saying, glancing back at her friend. It could get worse, she may be delaying help and that thought unsettled them more than the idea of the warriors not caring for him.

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‎‎ ‎┌── Im just a dog ⸙ with no bite ──┐‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  ooc.
  
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• Brackenpaw
  ✩ they/she, tunneler apprentice of Windclan, 9 moons (ages on the 22nd)
  ⭃ a lithe and fragile looking calico that looks like they still need to grow into her ears
  ⭃ Speech, thoughts, attacking
  ⭃ NPC x NPC, mentored by Bluefrost
  ⭃ easy to befriend other kits, gradually harder to befriend every rank after that
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Juice ↛ @/ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  ⭃ All opinions are IC!! Bracken is a little hater
  

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── "Do not touch him," he instructs sharply, his steps as brisk as his voice and his gaze as it makes note of each cat gathered. He sees recognition in Bluefrost and Sunstar; they may not be medicine cats, but they do not need to be to notice signs and symptoms that afflicted either themselves or loved ones. It is unavoidable, but he trusts that Sunstar and Bluefrost will not create a panic, even as Wolfsong knows that this is an ill omen for the coming weeks, most especially ill for the lack of Cottonsprig at his side.

He bends to Sheeppaw, stare roving over the apprentice's face and wheezing chest. His frown twists deeper, in tandem with the concerned ache behind his ribs. Wolfsong must treat him quickly, but he cannot in good conscience allow any of the other cats to touch him, knowing what might befall him. But perhaps— perhaps he can ask such a thing of his mate, even as he despises the thought of thinking his life less important simply for having more. "Sunstar, will you help me relocate him to the badger set?"
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 46 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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