[Fawn]

Shuffling through the herb storage to check over what was fresh and what might be beginning to rot, Fawnsqueak accidentally bumped a mushroom from its crevice while he was bringing it closer for inspection. It rolled across the den floor and stopped near one of the patient nests. "Oh, excuse me, Sugarapple--" Fawnsqueak said out of habit as he drew closer to collect the fallen mushroom, then paused. His eyebrows pinched.

Wait. Sugarapple? ... It had been so long since she'd taken up residence here that she'd basically become furniture, just part of the medicine cat den scenery. A point of interest on the tour-- "this is where we keep the queen dying of her cough... please no flash photography.."

Fawnsqueak blind at her. "Why... why are you still--?" He didn't need to finish the end of the question after getting a more thorough look at her. She wasn't well. She was no better than yesterday. She was actually much worse than he remembered ever seeing her. "Did.. has.. Otterstone been tending to you?" he asked, sort of in a hushed-whisper in case she was around. It was kind of on the down-low that he suspected Otterstone of losing her mind, her memory, her common sense, everything required to be a successful healer.

"You know what," he continued, not giving her time to respond but prompted forward by the state of her condition, "actually-- it doesn't matter. Here." He shifted to reach for the single leaf of catmint remaining and scooted it toward her alongside a dampened moss ball. "Eat and drink. Seriously. You.. don't look okay." And he was going to wait until she did, watching her with concern.


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