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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Ain't No Rest For The Wicked.
Money Don't Grow On Trees.
From The Song "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked"
SILVS Is An Exiled ThunderClan Apprentice.
If He Is Needed, Mention Me.
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?"
Lightningstrike really wasn't sure what was going on around her anymore. Her sides still hurt like hell, but her body felt so meek. All she could really remember was her wounds getting treat from the medicinebrat, eating some food given to her, then feeling a little stronger for a moment. Then she closed her eyes and... She was here. It was hard to tell if it was a dream or not, but moving off to an unknown place for an unknown reason. Did she walk, was she carried...?
Then her eyes opened again caked with sleep. When did she go to sleep? She rubbed her eyes and wonder if she looked pretty or if all this sleeping would have given her wicked bed fur. Her head felt like it was on fire, her body ached and all she really could do was wiggle and squirm moaning in pain. How did her owl wounds look? When did the medicinebrat last check it? ...Where was Wolfhive..? Right now all she wanted was to be comforted but did he even know where this was?
Sleep stole her once more, when she awoke Lightningpaw fought the terrible sleep to actually pay attention. Her eyes were blurry from sleep, once she blinked it out she saw that she wasn't in camp. Well she was in a camp, but not the right one. It looked like everyone else was sick here too. Though her brain was burning too hot to be able to fully understand what was going on around. That didn't matter, or more aptly she couldn't understand what truly matter, Lighntingpaw checked her bandages carefully peaking under them. Yeah those needed to be changed. Whatever, time for more sleep...
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.
This takes place before Silverpaw gets in trouble sneaking back to camp!
Strawberryfur spotted Silverpaw and smiled, waving her tail in greeting. "Hey, Silverpaw!" She chirped a greeting, relieved to see him and hoping she can do something to help. She walks over, but not too close, she doesn't want to get sick too after all. She wouldn't be much use to the clan if she did! "How are you holding up? Is there something I can get you?" She asked, concern sparkling in her eyes.
Brindlepaw was decidedly NOT having a nice time, flopped down in a small patch of sunlight in the new, temporary camp. The smidgen of extra warmth made him feel a bit better, but he also wasn't in any way doing well. He was just....less chilled. His nose was still dying and his throat was quite raw. Flopping on the ground was just....the best of many bad options. The least worse option, if you will. He'd just....stick with it. Easier to lay here than to try and do something useful with himself. (Open)
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All hail the Rat Queen's!!
Shrewstep has Silver Tongue and Mind Reader purrks
Pit has Just a Scratch and Beefed Up Tier 2
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@ollie || @korok
(We now have until the 7th (dino permission uwu <3 ) sorry for the long wait! I've been p sick ;; )
Time passed and before Spiderthroat knew it, the other feline suddenly appeared. He hadn't even noticed! Ears perking once he'd recognized 'oh, the other one arrived' he flicked his tail.
"Let's try an' check the Graveyard. They tend to have good herbs, and I'm hopin they've got Catmint too...we'll look for anything else we can along the way. Judgin by the number of cats' we'll be needin what we can get." he hummed in thought as he began to step towards the exit of their newly made makeshift sick bay.
"Pluck what you can unless you think it's poisonous. Than don't." with that, they were off.
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"Without worrying about our appearance, let's conclude today."
Spiderthroat is the Deputy of ThunderClan
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But these fingers and these palms
Full of love despite the scars
They show indisputably I have so much more to grow
Oh, I can change, I can evolve
I can get up when I fall
I'll live contentedly, I don't need a reason why
Standing tall and standing strong
I have found where I belong
In the arms of somebody, there is no more need to cry
He trotted over to Shockhoney and flashed her a warm smile. His answer to her question was a shrug. He hadn't been that sick for that long so none of the more serous symptoms had crept up on him yet. "I'm really only here for my sister." His gaze darted over in Brightshadow's direction as if he was making a mental note of her condition. He had been trying to convince himself he wasn't actually sick for the past couple of days, and he only was there for her. Suddenly he burst into a bought of coughs. his coat fluffed up. "Sorry bought that." He turned his attention back to Shockhoney. he hoped she wouldn't be too angry at him for basically coughing on her like that.
He had a strange realization that his paws started to feel heavy. Usually, he was able to hold up a conversation like it was well needed nap. Now all he wanted was a nap. It made him uncomfortable. Maybe I really am sick? He didn't want to think about that. He tried shaking the negative thoughts out of his coat.
He was here for his sister. The words sent a pang of hurt right to her heart, for some odd reason. Or, it was an odd reason until Shockhoney's mind slowly registered the emotion. She wanted a family member here with her. She wanted her parents, or her sisters, or her brothers, or- even Shrikepaw would have done, for crying out loud! BUT SHRIKEPAW WAS A LOSER AND THEY WEREN'T HERE! They'd left! Like all of Shockhoney's other siblings! And that made her angry! THAT MADE HER SO MAD SHE COULD JUST. . . cry.
The beginning of a tear was almost fizzled out momentarily by Dustlark's abrupt cough. Dustlark. Like her Mama, Brightlark. "That's... okay." Shoulders slumped. "I'm already sick. A cough won't do anything." It wouldn't kill her, right? And even if it did, would she die alone?
'Thank you, daughter, for listening. I only want what's best for you, as did your mother. You know that, right?'
She did know that! Mountaintalon was the best Papa ever. He was! He really... really... was..? So then why did it hurt so much when the realization dawned that her Papa had never returned her love, even verbally? That was a silly thought. Mountaintalon must have said it. In his head! Because she knew some cats didn't like saying emotional words out loud..! No matter... how much... those words mattered to the other cat...
Who did she have, at the end of the day? She was laying on her own, hurting on the inside and the outside against her will.
She wasn't... anything. She was just... really, really, really emotional right now and she was sick and she wanted to cry and oh no, she was already crying and-- "Papa told me not to talk to you." She blubbered as she collapsed beside Wolfhive, tears pricking her eyes and tumbling down her face against her will. Scratch that, if Shockhoney shoved her face into the dirt, nobody would see her as a weepy mess, right? Either way, here Shockhoney went again, too much of a truth-teller to keep anything in. She didn't even know when she'd made the conscious decision to get to her paws and wobble away from Dustlark to come over here. Wolfhive's pelt was the only one that felt familiar in this sea of fur. Maybe a tiny part of her brain was pretending this eerily similar dark grey fur was Mountaintalon's, not Wolfhive's, and that her father cared enough to even step in the sick camp regardless of despising it just to see how she was doing. That fickle flame was snuffed out a heartbeat after it lit. She didn't want a fantasy, she wanted it to be real.
"He said you're always sick and that your sick disease'll happen to me and- and- a-and he was right! And now I'm sick,"hic. "-all because of y-you!" Honestly, at this point, Shockhoney was just blabbing because she wanted to get all the sick ick out. Her words were unrefined and held zero weight, because she herself knew somewhere deep down that she was spouting nonsense. "And it's all your fault and I keep throwing up and everything hurts and Papa hasn't visited me even once because all he does is spend time with that warrior lady and I'm happy if he's happy but I'm so alone and now I'm sad and I'msososorryyyy for not visiting you when you were sick."
Yeeeaaah, she was full-on bawling at this point. Sniffling, Shockhoney didn't even bother lift her head from where she was faceplanted in the ground. "I'm a terrible... terrible..." Ehm... she didn't actually have a sentiment for it. "F... fr... me. I'm a terrible me." The patterned warrior drooped, sagging like a wilted flower. "I don't like being alone. You can't move me." For added measure, because she really really did not want to leave.
SHE/HER • APPRENTICE • 6M • THUNDERCLAN "A solid brown she-cat with a cream muzzle." POSTS: 14/100 PURRKS: N/A
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Fawnpaw slept in a corner of the sick camp, her chest rising and falling. Every once and a while, the molly would sniffle and shift slightly but remain asleep.