QUARANTINE!!

[nyme]

IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE
AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ❊ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

GOLDENPAW . 9 MOONS . HE/SHE/THEY . THUNDERCLAN

Goldenpaw lifts their head, eyes sticky with sleep, nose sticky with snot. There's uh...s'a problem, sounds like. That's no good...

She sets her head right back down for a long moment. Goldenpaw wants nothing to do with problems right now and for a terrific moment he thinks that maybe if he keeps his head down and focuses inward long enough, he'll skip forward in time to when the problem is no longer problem-ing. Only, the fuss continues. Sick kittens are on the move. Goldenpaw can hear a strange, distant commotion...what had it been? Rats? Aw, rats! Her chest hurts when she laughs herself awake again. What a stupid thing to hurt over.

Goldenpaw squints over toward where the prey's being kept and, now, raided. By rats. He hacks out a short, phlegmy cough before wobbling up to his brightly spotted feet and ambling over. Exhaustion makes the danger seem further away, and right now it all feels like more of a game. There's something...wrong, with these rats, but Goldenpaw doesn't quite register it. They swat at the nearest hairy little body and earn an angry nip in response, one that has blood welling up from their toe. Rude. He plops back onto his haunches, lifting his forepaws off the ground all meerkat for a moment of dizzy contemplation before going right back to the chore of swatting at the rat that had bitten him.

Goldenpaw is so, so lucky that this rat is impeded by the six others that it's stuck to, two of which being literal dead weights thanks to Weepingwillow's biting and Mudhound's stomping, otherwise it's extremely unlikely that she'd ever be able to kill one of them with these ponderous strikes. She gets after it until the one who has to pay for biting her pays thoroughly in blood, and it's by that time, too, that Goldenpaw realizes that they hadn't only been bitten just the once. There's a few fresh new nibbles staining the white fur of their foreleg, retribution from the rest of the King.

Dazed, Goldenpaw wobbles back to their napping place and collapses, licking their stinging wounds. They will be of no further use, here.

[olive-shine]

Originally Posted by Spooky_Blossom

"Yeah. I like being your friend." Mantiskit told olivekit.

Olivekit-ThunderClan kit-(5 moons)

She purred.

Mantiskit-@Spooky_Blossom

[Neptune.]

Carrioncaller
~<>~
68 moons || he/him || ThunderClan Warrior || Just a Scratch
bulky, thick furred mink point w/ feathered tail; blue eyes

Carrioncaller led the trio of sick cats to the quarantine camp, keeping a few paces ahead of them while still keeping note of where the three were so as not to leave them behind. Hollowpaw had reported to Bumblestar already, so there was no need for Carrion to do that, but he would accompany the healer as they reported to the deputy.

Spiderthroat wasn't hard to find, and Carrioncaller led the group over to him without waiting for different instructions.

"Spiderthroat," he greets, with a dip of his head, "I've brought some more sick," and then he defers to Hollowpaw, who knew the situation better than himself.

---

Hollowpaw
~<>~
92/200
6 moons || he/him || ThC medicine cat apprentice || Silk Spinner, Dream Walker, HkT1
brown, masked classic tabby w/ low white; titanite eyes

And so, Hollowpaw launches into his explanation. "Myself, Pinepaw and Raccoontail are all sick - though Raccoontail seems to have a milder case, I still want him here." The fact that he'd try and help out with treatment while he was here goes without question.

[ @Starfall || @otter || @Clamfish ]

[Aroogi]

SHE/HER • APPRENTICE • 7M • THUNDERCLAN
"A solid brown she-cat with a cream muzzle."
POSTS: 15/100
PURRKS: N/A
---
Fawnpaw sat in the clearing, sleeping soundly at last. She was still sick - but the rest would certainly do her good.

[ activity post! ]

[Rose]

She/Her | [ #flocklitterkestrel ]

RATS!

No, literally. At first, Shockhoney had thought she'd hallucinated the writhing bundle. But no, this was horrifyingly real. Emphasis on HORRIFYING. Internally screaming (or wait, was she actually screaming?), the sound high-pitched and disgusted, Shockhoney clambered away from the chaos, more of dragging herself. Her head was swimming, her limbs felt like they were wobbly pillars of mud - no, water, and everything WAS GOING WRONG.

And she wanted to cry. Curl up into a tiny ball and blubber. Bawl her eyes out. Because she felt horrible. She was going to dieeeeee, and nobody would even be here to see it. How lame was that?

[gs29513]

Rats! Rats? RATS???? Brindlepaw wasn't quite in a fit state to understand what was going on, but he did register that Mudhound and Wolfhive were yowling, and when those two started going off it was best to sit up and take notice. He was, like, trying to do that. He managed the sitting up bit at least, though that was only with an almighty hack. Standing up was even worse, but he had to do something! It seemed like everyone else was too sick to do much, two of the rats at least were flopping around dead-looking but the other five? six? four? were looking very much alive as they savaged the fresh-kill pile.

Brindlepaw managed to get to his feet, bumbling towards the Crown Of Rats. He passed Goldenpaw in their retreat, saw Shockhoney slipping away. Fawnpaw was sleeping, and Mudhound and Weepingwillow were containing the kits. SO APPARENTLY IT WAS JUST HIM THEN! This, predictably, did not give him any extra skills or strength to defeat the rats. If anything it made him more prone to looking over his shoulder for theoretical help, and let the rats get a couple more bites than they ought to've in. As with the other warriors and apprentices who'd attempted to beat back the monster, Brindlepaw killed exactly one rat at a price of, oh, about six rat bites on his front paws.

Perhaps realizing he was a) a threat but b) a defeatable one, the rats turned their attention from Food to Fighting, and generally made in his direction. This, while done slowly and with much squeaking and infighting, was a decently effective defense against an apprentice half-incapacitated with sickness, and Brindlepaw was sent into retreat quite quickly. He managed to give a few of the rats some clawmarks to remember him by, but the three positioned relatively parallel to him returned the favor with bites to his shoulders and sides, as they seemed to be trying a flanking, swarming approach, albeit from one direction only.

A little Brindlepaw began, cry broken off by a cough A little help he coughed again. Swallowed. A little help over here! He needed help. Like asap. Because the rats were multiplying, or at least seemed to be in his slightly addled mind. They looked bigger, more menacing. Or maybe he'd just fallen over? Brindlepaw lashed out again, striking more warm, little bodies. His paws came away sticky. He might have killed one, he didn't know. Regardless, he needed that requested help right about now, because the bundle-of-rats were now fully intent on eating HIM, and he was only able to stagger in another direction, almost circling the freshkill pile, at a pace that even the stupid rats could match. And they were nipping at his paws the whole way. (OPEN!)

[Starfall]

Originally Posted by Neptune.

Carrioncaller
~<>~
68 moons || he/him || ThunderClan Warrior || Just a Scratch
bulky, thick furred mink point w/ feathered tail; blue eyes

Carrioncaller led the trio of sick cats to the quarantine camp, keeping a few paces ahead of them while still keeping note of where the three were so as not to leave them behind. Hollowpaw had reported to Bumblestar already, so there was no need for Carrion to do that, but he would accompany the healer as they reported to the deputy.

Spiderthroat wasn't hard to find, and Carrioncaller led the group over to him without waiting for different instructions.

"Spiderthroat," he greets, with a dip of his head, "I've brought some more sick," and then he defers to Hollowpaw, who knew the situation better than himself.

---

Hollowpaw
~<>~
92/200
6 moons || he/him || ThC medicine cat apprentice || Silk Spinner, Dream Walker, HkT1
brown, masked classic tabby w/ low white; titanite eyes

And so, Hollowpaw launches into his explanation. "Myself, Pinepaw and Raccoontail are all sick - though Raccoontail seems to have a milder case, I still want him here." The fact that he'd try and help out with treatment while he was here goes without question.

[ @Starfall || @otter || @Clamfish ]

Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH

He watched silently as their resident Medicine cat apprentice made his way towards sick camp clearing. Ears angled forwards as he awaited whatever news came. Brows furrowing as Carrioncaller stated he brought...the dead essentially. For a split moment, worry flashed through his veins, it made his stomach surge.

"Alright. I'm here to help with whatever's needed done while you're here. Other than that. Don't expect to scoot out of duties scott free. Especially the one with a mild case of it. If you can stand without feelin like you're gonna keel over. I'm puttin ya to work." he hummed. Eyes narrowing as he looked down at the Apprentice.

"So if you're needin a second to breathe. Tell me and I'll hop in. Medicine Den's this way if you have anything needed dropped off or if you want to organize it to your preferences."

[Rani]

Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3

Like the tripod got the reasoning for the orders but..... Well Weepingwillow got a Look for them. 1. Mudhound was a hornet, sick or not they outranked even if they didnt pull that. 2. Mudhound had just tried to get up to kill the rats and couldnt manage it, weak from illness. If they could stand they'dve just killed the rats there and dealt with the issue, running was not an option.

Thats why the plan was to curl around the kittens (who were equally not really capable of running right now) and was planning to curl around them to be a great furry wall. Soooooo they were not gonna run and risk endangering the kits but would watch over Weepingwillows Cinderkit, and so nodded at the molly as they tucked the kittens close.

They had Quackkit (loved that name), Mantiskit, Olivekit and Cinderkit, after quickly leaning over to grab the sleeping kit. Mitekit wasnt coming close though which was bad.
So, tucking Quackkit, Mantiskit, Olivekit, and Cinderkit close to their belly, trapping them there with a large fluffy tail and curling around them using the wall and their body to create a little fort for the kittens the hornet reassured them with a soft "You guys are so cute, stay right here in fort muddy where the rats cant get you ok and after its gone I can tell you a story!" before turning their head over their shoulder to call out to Weepingwillow.


"Mitekit! Get over to me its not safe! Weepingwillow, if you can push her closer I can grab! And help Brindlepaw get away, quickly!"
Oof their throat hurt talking so urgently but missing kits in a crisis was an issue around rats that could literally kit a kit in a single bite. Hell the rats were the size of some of the kits on their own, in a group it'd be easy.
@ChromeSpooky_Hwaa @olive-shine @Spooky_Blossom @flowsie


The main issue was that there just wasnt enough non sick cats here to defeat them, everyone limp and floppy as even the successful killers in Mudhound, Weepingwillow, Goldenpaw and Brindlepaw were rapidly tapped out after that little effort. They needed a non sicky, like say the deputy who'd wandered out of the sick camp to tend to some newcomers and hadnt seemed to notice the commotion so far. Well Mudhound could certainly get his attention.

Heaving in a congested breath the hornet did their tried and true impression of a foghorn.

"SPIDERTHROAT THERE'S EVIL RATS THAT ARE KILLING US!! HEEEEEEEEEELLLP!!! KILL IT!!!"

If the other new fresher cats of Carrioncaller, Raccoontail, Hollowpaw, and Pinepaw happened to hear and also come help? That'd be nice. That'd totally tapped out the hornet though, now they were coughing like mad.


@Starfall @Neptune. @otter @Clamfish The Sheet Ghost