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BRIGHTSHINE!

BRIGHTSHINE!

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Yellowcough [Sitewide Event '23] WindClan 10K Hawks [WC '22] WindClan 1K
Jul 17, 2022
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// uh oh she’s got the icky sicky @WOLFSONG

Perhaps it should have been a warning sign when Brightshine turned down the breakfast brought to her. The calico is always hungry, but the lack of appetite could easily be explained by her pregnancy that furthers along. Her stomach is round now as she enters the final half-moon of pregnancy, her kits set to arrive by at least the full moon, Wolfsong tells her. And she’s so excited! It’s only hard to convey that excitement when her body is overtaken by heat. She lies in her nest, her breaths coming faster than they normally do. Violent shivers grip her body every so often, as if the queen can’t decide if she’s sweltering or freezing. All she knows is she’s uncomfortable. This isn’t like the stomach ache she had not long ago. This is torture.

“Can you get Wolfsong?” She groans when someone comes in to check on her. She can’t see who it is through her tightly shut eyes, but she can hear them abide by her request and scamper off. This isn’t the dreaded Yellowcough…it can’t be. What would happen to her kits if she did have it?!​
 
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❀​❀ I AM SORRY THIS IS ALWAYS HOW IT GOES ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze & 13 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner​
Periwinklebreeze is a common presence in the nursery - not because he is a queen, or has a mate expecting kits, but simly because he finds the den soothing - the presence of children always welcome, warming his soul and soothing his mind. Today he is there in the hopes of forgetting, of pushing his worries away - a cure has been found, at last, and yet he still worries. What if it is not enough? And then someone shoves past him, rushing to wolfsongs den - and blue eyes widen with worry as he pokes his head in, taut and tense. "B-brightshine? Are you a-alright," he questions, voice trembling as though he already knows the answer - another victim of this accursed plague, of this awful sickness? He hopes not.. and yet, he cannot help but fear the worst - when has luck ever been on his side after all?

— the wind blows loudest when you've got your eyes closed ❀
  • Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '

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  • — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched figure. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with daisies.

    — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
    — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
    — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 
──ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ᨒ↟↟ᨒ── Brightshine will likely expect her kits at a time near Wolfsong's own will arrive, and though Starlingheart revealed much of use at the Gathering, there is still great room for error. If she experiences any complications related to the pregnancy, Wolfsong would prefer to be availed of such a discovery as quickly as possible— and in the meantime, remain updated on her general health. With this yellowcough prowling at their heels, he is keenly aware of the most vulnerable among them (and knows that he, too, is counted with them).

It is troubling to overhear Periwinklebreeze's worried voice on his approach, and he wastes no further time slipping into the nursery, where his one-eyed gaze falls upon Brightshine. Great tremors roll through her curled body, and dread sets in as fiercely as a sudden freeze. "We need to get you to the medicine den," he says evenly, taking care not to betray his concern to her. "Where is your mate? I do not know that Periwinklebreeze and myself could support you sturdily." Even together. Wolfsong is himself heavily pregnant, and Periwinklebreeze is slight as many WindClanners are.

I have lungwort, but first I will try to alleviate her symptoms. If it is not yellowcough, I would not jeopardize another's life. An exhale. But nor do I want to risk hers. ​
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WOLFSONG of WINDCLAN FORMER ROGUE TURNED MEDICINE CAT. 38 MOONS, HE/HIM, NPC X NPC. MATES WITH SUNSTRIDE (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, 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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Heavy Snow had been out hunting since dawn, slipping away in the early hours of the morning, determined to come back with a heavy load of prey but only managing to scrounge up three mice before he decided to call it quits for now. Perhaps he would have more luck later on in the day. For now, he heads back to camp and deposits his catch on the fresh kill then turns to the nursery to go and check in on his mate, to see how she is doing. To his alarm, he catches the tail end of Wolfsong as the golden medicine cat disappears into the den. The hair on the back of his neck prickles in anxiety and he rushes over to the nursery as quickly as his paws will carry him without breaking into a full on run in the middle of camp.

"I'm here" he tells the healer, but his eyes are only for his mate, gold and blue gaze focused solely on her, concern evident in his features and his voice. "Cmon sunshine" he says softly to her, moving to one side of her so that he could help move her to the Medicine Cats den "Lets get you to Wolfsong's, he'll take care of you" he speaks softly, gently, a tone only reserved for her and then he looks up at the cat in question as if to say 'lead the way'
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He watches Heavy Snow, Periwinklebreeze, and Wolfsong do their best to aid a heavily-pregnant tortoiseshell queen into the medicine cat’s den. Weaselclaw’s fur prickles—there’s only one reason anyone goes now, and the waves of illness radiating from her spotted fur brings a rush of nausea to warm his belly. His tail lashes, worry sparking in his blue gaze—though it is not as much for Brightshine as it is for Wolfsong, for his daughter.

Still, even if he has no great love for Brightshine, she’s pregnant with WindClan kits, and now innocents will suffer because of SkyClan’s hubris. Kittypets playing at wildcats living in the forest and infecting them all with disease… Weaselclaw’s lip curls, and he forces himself to stifle his feelings of anger, strutting toward the small group with tight steps. “Let me know if you need anything from me.” He can’t offer much… and he hates how helpless he feels.


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  • — weasel . weaselclaw
    — he/him ; lead warrior of windclan
    — heterosexual ; taken by Sootstar
    — short-haired chocolate tabby with white and blue eyes
    — “speech”, thoughts, attack
    — penned by Marquette
    — chibi by Oliver
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Morningsong's gaze is laced with fear and worry for the first time since he lost his mother. He watches as the others are already helping Brightshine to the medicine den, deciding to pad closer even if there isn't much he can do. there are already three cats supporting her, he doesn't see how he could help as there was no room.

He swallows hard.

He fears for the unborn kits of Brightshine and Wolfsong. What unfortunate timing, they'll be here soon and to be welcomed into the world in the middle of a plague.... He fears the worst. His pelt prickles with worry. They have to do something. What if they don't have enough lungwort? Will they then have to choose who lives and who dies? The thought sickens him.

A thought does cross his mind though. Weaselclaw is near him, and he can't help but share it...

"Do you think...We'll have to raid another clan for herbs again?" He asks. This sickness shows no mercy and spreads like wildfire. If they run out, it will be as though there were no cure at all.​
 
Cottonpaw had been, perhaps luckily, sorting out new nests for new patients when she heard a cluster of voices approaching the medicine den. She peeks her head out, her heart sinking upon seeing Brightshine hobble towards them. The usually bubbly molly, bogged down by what's terrorizing all five Clans. Cottonpaw feels frustration, pulling her lips into a thin line as she side steps out of the way.

Her gaze finds Weaselclaw a safe distance away, Morningsong lingering near him. Her tail lashes as she listens to the younger tom's inquiry, almost as if she wants her father to confirm. Though the worries set it shortly after - do they have enough healthy bodies to even try? And if they do, is it worth the risk of getting the healthy ones injured or sick? She shakes her head and turns towards Wolfsong once her mentor gets closer, "What should I do?" she asks.​
 
❀​❀ I AM SORRY THIS IS ALWAYS HOW IT GOES ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze & 13 moons & demi-boy & he/they & windclan moor runner​
First wolfsong and then heavy snow arrive, and periwinkle finds himself an unnecessary presence in spite of his concern. He is glad that brightshine will receive the help, the herbs she needs - and so he leaves, ducking right out of the den once more, with only a stiff nod thrown weaselclaws direction. Morningsong's words however have the boy bristling - blue eyes cold and words sharp with unease as he snaps his head in his fellow warriors direction. "If it c-comes to that... I'm sure w-we'll d-d-do what we must, so our c-clanmates will s-s-survive," he won't let anyone else die, not like wisteriapaw and snailstride, withering away from untreated illness. He'll steal them with his own two paws if he has too, with or without his clanmates help, should they find themselves in such a scenario once more. He can only pray such action won't be necessary - not ever again.

— the wind blows loudest when you've got your eyes closed ❀
  • Actions && "Speech," && ' Thoughts/Quotes '

    ooc: —
    tw/cw: —
  • — a lithe figured black and white tom with a false-pointed pattern and clear blue eyes that gleam periwinkle in the right lighting. he seems perpetually worn and exhausted, with heavy bags beneath his eyes and a slouched figure. he has a speech impediment which leaves him with a stutter and sometimes even completely non-verbal, and his fluffy tail is adorned with daisies.

    — physically medium && mentally easy && pacifist
    — non-violent powerplay allowed && healing powerplay allowed && minor injury powerplay allowed
    — please attack using [b][color=#ccccff]action here[/color][/b] and tag account

 
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