private when the buzzards get loud > WOLFSONG < questions and concerns

[TIGERSTING]

"ðir!" Tigersting calls as she hurriedly paces towards Wolfsong, who peeked his golden head out of the den heavy with sickness racking its way through mewling kits. Her ears are lowered close to her skull, the tufted fur atop her head disheveled. Since yellowcough returned to camp she has been unable to focus on the simple tasks of grooming herself, instead opting to keep track of Wolfsong's movements- is he at the badger set, heading there, heading home? Does he slog the moorlands, searching for herbs would could ease the symptoms his patients face? Does her dear ðir lose hope ever? Does he practice self preservation, take care of himself as he should?

"Are you headed to the badger set? May I escort you...?" The chocolate tabby pauses in front of Wolfsong at the entrance to his dim lair, pressing her muzzle into his herb-scented mane. His daughter has not been able to check in on him has often as she would like to, as she did before this plague, stressed that she would just be disturbing him in his endless mission to heal. Tigersting breathes in his comforting scent and pulls away, amber eyes searching the depths of his sea-glass portals. "If it is not urgent to return to the badger set could we make a quick detour?" Her gravely voice is soft but the concern is clear as day in the way her tufted ears remain lowered and her whip like tail does not sway as it usually does. "Celandinepaw can watch them for just a tad longer, surely?"

MINE IS YOURS AND YOURS IS MINE 𓃮𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓃬 THERE IS NO DIVIDE

• @WOLFSONG + Takes place before his sickness!

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  daughter of SUNSTAR and WOLFSONG, moor-runner of WINDCLAN, 13 moons, she/her 𖤓𓃮

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Tigersting's voice is a welcome one. More than welcome, in fact, and despite his weary paws and heavy head, he is quick to smile at his burnished daughter as she crosses camp toward him. He is ever complaisant where his dear ones are involved, most especially his children, and he greets her nuzzling muzzle with an affectionate bump of his chin. "Worried about your ðir?" He teases with a raspy laugh, his sole eye as warm as his voice, though he does not decline her offer as he takes the final steps out of the medicine den. A spark of curiosity —a brief eclipse falling over his plague-concerned mind— has Wolfsong regarding Tigersting a little more keenly when she proposes another destination.

He has always valued initiative in his fellow WindClanners, yes, and he trusts that Tigersting understands the importance of his responsibility to the sick (as much as anyone who is not a medicine cat can). Even so, Wolfsong hesitates for a moment. It is not out of a desire to deny her this excursion, but he is simply...caught in the yoke that is duty. But does he not also have a duty to his dear daughter? One that Celandinepaw cannot fulfill, that is uniquely Wolfsong's?

He hums, and his gaze finally slides off of her earnest face to regard the camp. "Where does this quick detour lead, my flame's shadow?" It is as good as an agreement, even if it is not phrased like one.
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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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[TIGERSTING]

"Very worried," Tigersting affirms, moving her head away from Wolfsong's mane reluctantly. The tabby recognizes that it was selfish to pull her ðir from his stars-given duty, the fact she was so made her feel queasy. Or maybe the queasiness was due to the fear of Wolfsong's own safety that tears at her entrails. She recognizes the hesitation on his features and represses the need to duck away, leave him be to do what he must, but rather just mumbles, "Um... well, guess it won't be much of a detour now. Let's just go?"

It was not until the two were out of earshot of camp when Tigersting pauses and pulls away from Wolfsong's flank. She shies away from her ðir and glowers at the withering grass at her paws, she won't go any farther without being truthful. "I don't want you to do this anymore," Tigersting whimpers, refusing to grant Wolfsong with eye contact- she was sure that she would be met with disappointment.

"ðir, what would we do if you got sick?" Tigersting visibly withers and falls back on her haunches. "Who will take care of you? What if you..." What if you die? "I'm scared, I'm scared you won't be able to heal yourself." All this time, Tigersting has felt as though her parents were both invincible, stars... Sunstar nearly was. But the silent death which yellowcough endows its victims has forced the young molly to face a harsh reality: they simple are not invincible.

MINE IS YOURS AND YOURS IS MINE 𓃮𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓃬 THERE IS NO DIVIDE

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  daughter of SUNSTAR and WOLFSONG, moor-runner of WINDCLAN, 13 moons, she/her 𖤓𓃮

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[WOLFSONG]

──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── He frowns, the mirth fading from the corners of his mouth and eye. Very, she says, earnest and serious, and Wolfsong— he had not meant to worry her so, or any of his children, but he realizes how unavoidable that is in a time like this. She seems quite cagey and anxious, but as they leave camp for her detour, he does not yet speak on it, knowing that something weighs heavily on her and she intends to share it. If she does not, then he will intervene as a ðir should.

He watches her features contort, watches her avoid his gaze and stare at the ground instead. It does nothing to ease his fears for what she may soon say, though at least he is spared waiting for much longer. Sounding much like a young kit unwilling to part from him, she laments his position, but as she continues revealing her anxieties, Wolfsong does not think she sounds much like a kit at all. She is simply a daughter afraid for her ðir, and Wolfsong...does not know what to tell her without lying.

Even though she has done her best to keep her distance and not look at him, no doubt apprehensive of his reaction, Wolfsong ruins her efforts by moving closer, by tipping her chin with a golden paw. "I cannot promise that yellowcough will leave me untouched," he says, staring into her sad eyes. "But there is plenty of lungwort for me, and your father would not allow such a death to find me. It would not be the first time he has kept me in this world by tooth and nail." He leans forward to touch their foreheads. "Whatever happens, I know you can weather any storm. The blood of mountains beats in your chest."
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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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[TIGERSTING]

Wolfsong's paw gently touches her white painted jaw, tipping her head upwards to reveal a sheen over her amber hues, threatening to surge from her eyes like a monstrous typhoon in mere moments. Tigersting's ðir assures her there is enough of the star-blessed herbs to save him but this assurance does not do much to ease the young cat's worries. The tabby maintains an aggrieved expression across her rust colored features despite the emotion welling in her eyes and the heaving of her chest. There may be nothing Wolfsong can say to calm her.

She presses against his golden paw and allows him to coax her forehead against his own, but the harmless gestures destroys the poorly constructed dam. Tears fall freely along her cheeks and therefore upon Wolfsong's. 'The blood of mountains beats in your chest.' Tigersting's bites her lip and tears her forehead away from his as she snipes, "You say as much, ðir... But why am I so weak..?"

Hastily, Tigersting backs away and directs a panicked glare towards the horizon. "You say you are forged by the mountains... but even mountains have rockfalls... I don't want you to be crushed. I don't want... I can't lose you like..." Bearflight. Tigersting's chest tightens with fear- fear for the death of her sibling's, of Wolfsong's and Sunstar's- but also regret, a nearly crushing sense of regret for being overly vulnerable in front of her ðir and more regretfully, raising her voice at him.

"I'm sorry," she murmurs, pressing towards Wolfsong timidly. Her fiery demeanor sags as it had before as she presses her head against his chest. "Please forgive me, ðir... I overstepped... Just don't leave me please." Tigersting exhales deeply and tosses her forearms around his neck, casting a ghostly smile upwards- Everything will be just fine! "...or not without ample warning... and uh... a goodbye!"

MINE IS YOURS AND YOURS IS MINE 𓃮𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𓃬 THERE IS NO DIVIDE

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  daughter of SUNSTAR and WOLFSONG, moor-runner of WINDCLAN, 13 moons, she/her 𖤓𓃮

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