Strawberryfur followed Shadeclaw in, carrying her two mice, squirrel, and rabbit. She set them down with Shadeclaw’s catches, standing next to him as he reported. Her eyes bright and tail raised, her gaze flickering around every now and then to see if she could catch a glimpse of Silverpaw while she was there.
SILVERPAW
THE MANGLED TRIPOD
KILLER APTITUDE T3 - LYEBIRDS LULLABYE
Bored. This Was Boring. No Training, No Larkswoop, No Cats To Trick. He Did See Stawberryfur- WAIT. As His Gaze Sweat Over Her, The Half-Bed-Ridden Tom Jumped Up. StrawberryFur! He Danced Around A Bit, Not Getting To Close To The Shecat.
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Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3
The sick camp was already well established and filled with the ill by the time Mudhound was frog marched in, escorted, nay, bodily hauled by two of their former apprentices. It shouldnt be a possible feat by all means given the massive given the large weight disparity between the hornet and the toms but it was done regardless. Probably because Mudhound was obviously so sick it was a miracle they were still upright and was just kinda stumbling whichever way they were directed.
They were a wreck, a snotty fever filled wreck head obviously foggy as they mumbled incoherent complaints about whatever (probably further unhappyness about Wolfpaw and Sprucejumper's betrayal and the general ick feeling of sick) flopping weakly into a nearby empty nest. Who was here again? Lotta cats it seemed like and honestly though they did not want to be here it wasnt that bad a temporary camp.
Oooh look Woofie. Wolfhive looked no better then they did at the moment, just as miserable so surely he'd empathize with Mudhound misery. "Wooooooooofie... WoOOooOofie! Ive been betraaaaaaayed! Puppy and Sprucey tackle me an' were meanie bullies an' I dont wanna be sick!"
Read: I tried to run and they grabbed me. "This suuuuuuuuuuuuucks an' I cant breath outta my nose Woofie..... No cuddles for Sprucey an' Puppy cus theyre mean an' not sick so I dont wanna get them sick anyways. Shoo!"
The tripods shooing of their ex apprentices and the gentle swatting at their direction (which was horribly aimed given they couldnt see and almost kittenish with how limp and floppy Mudhound was at the moment) was kinda ruined by the totally sick purring they were doing that cut off into a horrible wet sneeze. Gross.
SILVERPAW
THE MANGLED TRIPOD
18 MOONS - KILLER APTITUDE T3 - LYREBIRDS LULLABYE
Awww. Cought. He Grumbled, Leaping Away. He Swished His Tail As He Sat By The Entrance For BumbleStar To Catch Up.
@dino. @/Neptune. -Bumbles And Hollow. Short Post, Not Sure What To Put.
Bumblestar's expression didn't waver as she exited the warriors' den after him. She'd deal with this, then come back and check on the status of everything else with her healers. She needed to get the sick cat out first and foremost.
"Walk." Short and simple again, and she stepped out after him. When they eventually made their way to the Creek, and then inside the camp's walls, she stopped and fixed Silverpaw with a severe look.
"You know you're supposed to stay here," she said flatly, "'n you know you're not supposed to be in the territory without two escorts accompanying you. Even if you don't, it should be common freakin' sense to stay away from newborns 'n new queens when you're sick." Her upper lip twitched. "If those kits get sick, they'll die. If Larkswoop gets sick, it's a very real possibility she could die, too. You want that on your conscience? The death of an entire family 'cause you couldn't use your head or follow starsdamned directions?"
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