camp when memories snow ⋅ ˚₊ coughing

[morningkit]

The chill in the air is enough to tickle tiny lungs... to send her nose into itching uncertainty... She's mastered the woes of vision, become more clear on what words whirl around her in brush strokes of relationship and companionship. Every adventure outside of her nest is timid, but steps more self-assured... by all intents and purposes, she is meeting life head-on and relishes in chasing after the more confident steps of her siblings. They are bolder, braver... especially Brightkit.

Owlheart had said it was 'cold' that day. Morningkit can tell by the way her pelt whisks out around her, as if standing at nervous attention, that this isn't supposed to be the case (or at least, that's what she tells herself). 'Stay warm' she'd said... and the tortoiseshell had thought she was doing just that... Her whole, short life she'd yearned to stay cuddled up close, buried at times in the comforting furs of her family.

It seemed that didn't matter... How many times she'd sneezed that blustering day, she wasn't sure (she couldn't count that high)... but it grows more frustrating as more than her nose tickles... as an uncomfortable bubbling sets in her chest with each breath. At first it seems funny... like a game of drawing in a deep, whiny breath to feel the crackling in her chest... and then a big exhale to feel the bubble pop.... but as she continued her amusements, it got more difficult... the crackling started to sting... and the exhale made her throat feel funny.

And the next time, comes a sputtering cough, one that starts small and becomes more alarming the longer it persists, warping into this ugly, hacking fit that no longer feels like fun. Uncomfortable tears prick at the corners of baby blue eyes, curling up into a tiny, shuddering ball of baby fur. Her first assumption swings wildly to that of tiny mossballs being stuck between her ribs, rumbling around angrily. Maybe she shouldn't have been playing so much? Could mossballs be that tiny that they tickle your chest?

holding onto a love ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ they keep wanting

• uh oh....
• crowsight x oddgleam x owlheart
  pearlkit - cuckookit - morningkit​ - brightkit - ravenkit​

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[Fawnkit~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] The sudden chill of the cold, and the air being sharper than normal made Fawnkit wish not to leave the nursery as...it was much warmer than outside within the campgrounds. His paws tucked underneath his paws as he leaned closer towards Paladin to seek warmth from the normally stone-y molly, ears perked forward while he snuggled his muzzle deep into his chest fur.

Everything was peaceful, the nursery was quiet until the sound of a sputtering cough came to be. Fawnkit's head perked up, focusing his gaze onto where the sound was coming from only to see it was Morningkit, one of the younger kits who had recently been through a check-up with their medicine cat and a soft quivering huff came from the boy's lip before he slipped out of his shared nest with the other kit, making his way to crouch in front of the smaller molly while a worried look dance in her gaze.

"Morningkit...? Are you okay?" he spoke softly before his bi-color gaze focused on the kit's parents, nervously shuffling his paws. Morningkit had to be fine, she had just seen the medicine cat, and the medicine cat hadn't seemed at all concerned over the kit's health so...so it could have been the cold right? Even the cold air made Fawnkit cough from time to time but... "Morningkit is making funny noises!" he meowed, a worried tone dancing in the older kit's voice while bi-color gaze searched the queen's faces, to see if any of them would react to what the tom had to say.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[ODDGLEAM]

The pale - patched queen was curled in his nest, letting his kits do... whatever kits do at this time. Sleep and or eat. The sudden chill of the coldness, makes his body curl protectively over his children- he didn't want anything bad happening to them. Goddess above. Warmth spreads through the feline's long - limbed figure, it's much warmer here than outside in the campgrounds even if he misses it. He tucked his chin into his pale chest fur as a bird would, large mismatched ears swiveling and flicking toward noises.

It was peaceful in the gloom of the nursery... until it wasn't.

He hears it. With a wet spluttering cough, he perks up already alert. He bends his head down, looking over his brood with a small noise escaping his throat. Worry dances in his copper gaze as he stops at the curled - up form of Morningkit, nudges his daughter with his nose. Worry already biting him on the inside. Him and his mate's recently been through a check - up with Fireflyglow. Pearlkit has manageable asthma, but nothing was wrong with Morningkit except for her not opening her eyes. Oddgleam's tail twitches when he hears the voice of one of the other kits looking down at the form of Fawnkit. "Oh... Yes, S-she is." He bites at his cheek as his brows knitted. He doesn't know what to do...! What should he do? He feels rattled with nerves, as he tries to think what he should do first... Yes, I need to visit Fireflyglow.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ♡ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬

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• temp oddgleam reference

  

• ( HONEY IN WARM MILK ) ˖⁺‧₊ ♡ ₊‧⁺˖ ODDGLEAM. ╱ skyclan queen.
  ⸝⸝ NON-BINARY ; HE / THEY ; 18 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 7TH.
  ♡ mated to crowsight & owlheart — mentoring none.
  ♡ an elegant, long-legged medium furred sliver-cream calico with copper eyes.
  ♡ thoughts ; "Speech, e7d3e7" ; attacks only
  ♡ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ♡ smells like caramel frappe & chilled stone
  — all opinions are ic
  

  currently residing in the nursery. 𐂯 parent to one litter of kits.

  
  — biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[Fireflyglow]

Fireflyglow is on the way to the nursery to check on all the kits when he hears the familiar, wet cough of a kitten getting sick. His ears point upwards, panic ebbing into his body language as he quickly turns around and heads back to his den. His paws knead the ground anxiously as he searches for the right treatment, gathering some honey onto a leaf then placing a stalk of coltsfoot onto the mixture. He lifts the leaf up delicately, milky blues flicking around before he heads out.

"I heard it, my dears. No worries at all." Fireflyglow meows as he arrives, nudging Oddgleam with his muzzle to comfort him. At first, he thought it was Pearlkit catching Kittencough, but he soon finds that it is little Morningkit instead. He looks worried for a single moment, before shaking his fur out to relieve the tension. Settling down, he begins to chew the coltsfoot until it's a paste, mixing it into the honey with a grimace. He still had the stock of coltsfoot from Dawnglare's reign as medicine cat, but it was slowly starting to decay without proper use. So, now would be the best time to get it put into use.

Turning to @butterflytuft , Fireflyglow gives her a nod before turning back to the two Queens. "If either of you notice wheezing or coughing in the kits, you must bring them to me immediately. Do not second-guess anything. Alright?" He says softly, a tired smile on his lips. He doesn't want to cause any unnecessary panic, but it weighs on him that leaf-bare is now here, and that means illness is prominent. "Kittencough can only be cured with Coltsfoot, and I only have so much of it. It is best if we catch it in the early stages, yes?"​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT ✦ 27 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[butterflytuft]

Butterflytuft stirs from her nest, ears twitching in response to the sputtering cough that sounds. She blinks open her eyes and instinctively looks over her own brood, but finds it’s actually one of Oddgleam’s that is coughing. Her heart lurches with worry, her breath catching as she watches the Morningkit curl into a trembling ball. The nursery feels colder than ever and a shiver runs down her spine - it couldn’t be whitecough, could it? Her eyes round at Fawnkit's worried exclamation and she rises to her paws with a rare urgency.

Immediately, she notices the nervousness and panic on the younger queen’s face and she steps closer to try and provide some support as the more experienced of the two. “It’ll be okay, Oddgleam, it could be nothing," Butterflytuft soothes as she sits beside him, wrapping her fluffy tail around herself for warmth. She tries to put on a brave face, but a knot of fear still settles in her stomach. The little kit’s coughs sound rougher than the usual sniffles from the cold.

When Fireflyglow arrives, relief washes over and she looks to him gratefully. Listening intently to his instructions, she nods and promises, "Of course. We’ll watch them closely.” Looking back down at Morningkit, she frowns and presses her side against Oddgleam’s in an attempt to comfort him. A gentle paw reaches out to brush over one of the little one’s ears, as if feeling for a fever.
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[Owlheart]

The slightest sound coming from the nursery is enough to send her panicking, wherever it be a cry of joy or some shrill chirp from a kit gathering or some other game that they're wrapped up in. She isn't completely sure how little Morningkit's coughing had slipped beyond her slowly fine trained ears. She wanders into the nursery to spot a peculiar scene, one of a medicine cat surrounded by queens and kits alike. This seemed different compared to what should be a random check up, the wet coughing from her kit only confirmed that. Had she always sounded like that? There had been a dry cough, nothing too extreme. At least not up until today.

"What's wrong?" She finds herself asking as she pads further into the nursery, looking between her mate and the permanent queen residing here. She thought to ask Fireflyglow but she didn't want to keep him from the important work they were doing. Tangerine fur bristles at the mention of kittencough, it's enough to spur her to move so she can be beside the calico. Opposite to Butterflytuft, wide eyes staring in concern at the wheezing and coughing child. There is a thought, an irrational fleeting one, had she been at fault for this? Is the name Morning a curse given the family she had been born into?

As soon as it registered in her mind she flicks it away with a tempermental flick of her tail. That's nothing but a paranoid superstition, it's unrealistic and she knows it. Yet it lingers. "Will she be okay?" She can't promise to watch over any of the other kits for symptoms, she's not here enough to really monitor any of the kits. Even if they were her own kits, there's guilt buried within those warm layers of tabby fur. The clans going through so much hardship she is finding her time in between work wearing thin, maybe she could have noticed something if she was here more. ​

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  OWLHEART
  She / her ||Warrior of SkyClan || 19 moons
  ❥ An orange tabby with low white and an owls feather tucked in her tail.
  ❥ Mates with Oddgleam and Crowsight | Mother to Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit, Brightkit and Ravenkit.
  ❥ Mentoring Hollypaw
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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