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"Cottonsprig?" A voice calls softly from the mouth of the medicine cats' den. A feline with an iced pelt stands on weary paws, sagging slightly as though her shoulders carry the mantle of the moorland. She waits for some answer, quietly spoken or not, to beckon her further inside. Bluefrost's emerald eyes are brilliant despite the exhaustion draping shadows over her body. There's even a touch of affection in the tunneler's expression as she nears her sister.
I have not been alone with her since her naming, Bluefrost thinks. I have spent my free time with Brackenpaw, or with...
Well. Some of her exhaustion is of no surprise to her. The lead warrior runs herself thin finding extra prey to replace the rabbits she brings her friend during their clandestine border meetings. And yet, she feels heavier, clumsier, bloated about the middle — has she come down with something? Summer sicknesses are not rare in the forest, she fears. She remembers the stench of the abandoned badger set, Moorblossom's caked eyes, Weaselclaw's wheezing, sour breath...
I cannot be ill, she thinks. "I have been feeling... off, lately," she mews. "Tired. And heavy. I wanted to ensure I was not getting ill." She watches Cottonsprig's paws, quick and efficient with the herbs that still mystify her sister. "I have... too much to do now to worry about being sick."
I have not been alone with her since her naming, Bluefrost thinks. I have spent my free time with Brackenpaw, or with...
Well. Some of her exhaustion is of no surprise to her. The lead warrior runs herself thin finding extra prey to replace the rabbits she brings her friend during their clandestine border meetings. And yet, she feels heavier, clumsier, bloated about the middle — has she come down with something? Summer sicknesses are not rare in the forest, she fears. She remembers the stench of the abandoned badger set, Moorblossom's caked eyes, Weaselclaw's wheezing, sour breath...
I cannot be ill, she thinks. "I have been feeling... off, lately," she mews. "Tired. And heavy. I wanted to ensure I was not getting ill." She watches Cottonsprig's paws, quick and efficient with the herbs that still mystify her sister. "I have... too much to do now to worry about being sick."
- ooc: @cottonsprig
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Bluekit.Bluepaw. Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
— “speech”, thoughts, attack
— 16 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
— mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
— windclan warrior.sootstarxweaselclaw, gen 2.
— penned by Marquette.
lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.