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?"
↟ Breezepool ↟
"the most stupid decision ive ever made" thunderclan - he/they
Stunned. Breezepool could hardly believe what he was hearing. He didnt mean to eavesdrop, he really didnt, but honestly he was glad he did in a way. This.. he hardly knew what to think. Larks had her kits? They shouldn't have been due for another half-moon. And they were exposed to this? What was Silverpaw thinking?? Is Lark okay???? Are the kits healthy????? He should've been there. He shouldve been there for his sister. Was Wills there with her? Was she alone?? Was she scared?
This was Silverpaws fault. He wanted to be mad at Silverpaw. He wanted to be furious. He wanted to lashout and hiss. He wanted to yell at the apprentice for endangering his kin. He wanted to so bad. He.. couldnt bring himself to do it.
He wanted to be by his sisters side.
Swiftly padding over to the leader and the apprentice, voice wavering slightly, "Is she doing alright? Are the kits okay??" Breezepool had to know. The fear stricken tom tried his best not to show how worried for his kin he was, but to no avail. He should've been there. He couldn't have. If one of them had fallen sick because of him he would have their blood on his paws. This was the best he could do.
[ @Desert Rain Frog - silver, you can bet breeze is still gonna scold him. ]
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?"
SILVERPAW
THE MANGLED TRIPOD
His Claws Scrapped The Ground. How Was I Suposed To Even Know WHERE Under STARCLAN TO GO? He Snarled, Tail Flicking In Anger. Nobody Lead Me Outta Camp! No Cat In That Clan Said Anything To Me! So, Riddle Me How I Was Suposed To Stay Away From The Only Cat That Gives A Damn! His Headache Had Slowly Been Disappering, So Had His Stomach. He Bared His Fangs In Anger, Turning His Head Away From His Leader, A Small Tear Of Frustration Forming In His Eye. Then, His Former Mentor/Mom?'s Brother Padded Up. Shes Fine. The Kits Are FINE. Go Away Before Bumblestar Shreds Ya For Evesdroppin'. His Claws Torn At Grass As He Spoke.
Spiderthroat
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(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.
Willowfrost nodded firmly at Spiderthroat's directions and began following the deputy out of camp. She didn't bother to check if Twilightforest was following. If they wanted to come as they were told, they would.
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Soon they would arrive at the Graveyard, patches of herbs dotted here and there. The she-cat's whiskers twitched to show a faint twinge of interest, but she made no comment on it. Instead she began padding around, jaws open, as she scented for the sweet plant.
( @Starfall | @ollie - not sure if the graveyard is a diff place so if it is lmk! ^^ )
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Between himself and the herb cat, the two smaller, brown felines managed to move the mountain of a cat, sniffles and complaints included the entire way. It was clear they were ill, barely able to stand upright, let alone walk by themselves... which was - granted - a blessing in disguise. There was no way the two of them would have been able to drag The Boulder in with the rest of the sick if they had been at full strength. Nay. Not even full strength, really. Sprucejumper had battled the feline. Not even with his former mentor taking him less than seriously had he been able to make any relevant damage.
Of course, the moment they arrived, his former mentor made sure to rush towards the first friend they say - or at least, the former housecat assumed this was a friend, he honestly didn't know most cats by face let alone name and relations in regards to each other - complaining about the ill treatment they had just received at the paws of himself and Puppy. Face remaining as emotionless as ever, the chocolate point deigned it fit to quirk a brow as the floppy eared mountain decided to wave them away, the grotesque attempt at a purr and dribbling snot taking away from what he assumed was meant to be a look of betrayal. Deciding to not comment much more on it, he turned to leave, emerald hues landing momentarily on the three legged herb cat that went by the nickname Puppy. He hadn't a clue what the tom's name was, and frankly he didn't quite care... but it was this feline's job to keep his mentor alive, was it not? If that was the case, some level of civility might not be uncalled for. In a rare display of almost emotion, the tom dipped his head, blinking once in a simple bow of gratitude.
"Beckon."
It was a singular word spoken. Much as he always did. Truth be told, Sprucejumper had debated not saying a word to begin with, but in earnest... if it would help The Boulder, he would not shy away from being sent out on patrols for their benefit. Hopefully Puppy here would understand that he was at his beck and call while this illness ravaged the camp and his singular semblance of family within it.
This was about all the socialization the young tom could take, however, and without another word, he padded away. If the herb cat understood or not was not his prerogative. He'd relayed his message best he could. The most the tom could do now was wait. And perhaps pray to the fake star gods the clan cats were so keen to worship. It would most likely accomplish nothing, but if it had at least the slightest guarantee of working, then who was he to deny The Boulder trying everything within his power to ensure their health and longevity?
"I need something bigger than the sky; Hold it in my arms and know it's mine"
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Risingstorm padded up wit the prey in his maw placing it down in a make shift kill pile before walking up to bumblestar " All went well didn't see Vulturewhisper around at all...But me and cedatstrike caught well enough prey I hope." he paused " I can always go back out on my own if needed he offered he didn't mind if the clan needed more food. The hornet dipped his head waiting to be cleared before he would head out again.
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Snakefang collected a few bits of moss, before she felt a cold gust of wind, the temperature was starting to drop, she noticed. "It's getting a wee bit late, should we maybe head back the noo"? She asked.
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Skunkridge nodded to Snakefang in acknowledgment, before beckoning both her and Mothpaw to follow them back.
The tuxedo soon made his way back to the quarantine camp, and found Bumblestar, setting the mossy bedding down for a moment, ready to assist in setting it out for the sick if needed.
[5 MOSS] "Heya Bumblestar, sorry we took a sec there! The moss collecting went good, though. Found plenty on a tree!"
↟ Breezepool ↟
"the most stupid decision ive ever made" thunderclan - he/they
Stunned. Breezepool could hardly believe what he was hearing. He didnt mean to eavesdrop, he really didnt, but honestly he was glad he did in a way. This.. he hardly knew what to think. Larks had her kits? They shouldn't have been due for another half-moon. And they were exposed to this? What was Silverpaw thinking?? Is Lark okay???? Are the kits healthy????? He should've been there. He shouldve been there for his sister. Was Wills there with her? Was she alone?? Was she scared?
This was Silverpaws fault. He wanted to be mad at Silverpaw. He wanted to be furious. He wanted to lashout and hiss. He wanted to yell at the apprentice for endangering his kin. He wanted to so bad. He.. couldnt bring himself to do it.
He wanted to be by his sisters side.
Swiftly padding over to the leader and the apprentice, voice wavering slightly, "Is she doing alright? Are the kits okay??" Breezepool had to know. The fear stricken tom tried his best not to show how worried for his kin he was, but to no avail. He should've been there. He couldn't have. If one of them had fallen sick because of him he would have their blood on his paws. This was the best he could do.
[ @Desert Rain Frog - silver, you can bet breeze is still gonna scold him. ]
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SILVERPAW
THE MANGLED TRIPOD
His Claws Scrapped The Ground. How Was I Suposed To Even Know WHERE Under STARCLAN TO GO? He Snarled, Tail Flicking In Anger. Nobody Lead Me Outta Camp! No Cat In That Clan Said Anything To Me! So, Riddle Me How I Was Suposed To Stay Away From The Only Cat That Gives A Damn! His Headache Had Slowly Been Disappering, So Had His Stomach. He Bared His Fangs In Anger, Turning His Head Away From His Leader, A Small Tear Of Frustration Forming In His Eye. Then, His Former Mentor/Mom?'s Brother Padded Up. Shes Fine. The Kits Are FINE. Go Away Before Bumblestar Shreds Ya For Evesdroppin'. His Claws Torn At Grass As He Spoke.
The last thing Bumblestar wanted was to add more crap on top of this to deal with. She stifled a hiss as Breezepool approached and shot the tom a glare instead. "They're fine for now. Walk away, I don't need to be minding you, too."
Regardless of whether or not he did, he would be ignored unless he got on her nerves again. Her glare turned back on Silverpaw. "You're really tryin' to lie to me?" she snapped. "Now, of all times? You were there, you woulda heard me lead everyone out, 'n would've known damn well where to go 'n what not to do. You're more than old enough to know by now that lying to me gets you nowhere."
She bared her teeth at him with a lash of her tail. He wasn't a child, and she wouldn't be sugar-coating this or coddling him like one. "You're also old enough to know not to mess with queens or kits when you're sick! Larkswoop's 'the only one who cares', huh? If you can't learn to follow directions, will you be able to live with her death weighin' on your shoulders? The deaths of her kits? What about every last one of 'em?"
She'd asked already, and he'd deflected. She wanted a genuine answer this time around.
[ Silverpaw was at the meeting in which the ill cats were led to the sick camp. He should have been aware of its location and the rules. Since he's claiming to not have been made aware, the claim is being taken as a lie, as it was a specific public announcement made to the entire Clan and is considered Clan-wide news. ]
The kit dragged into the clearing after the walk to the camp. She yawned in boredom. She settled down into a patch of sunlight. She could feel the sickness coming on. She coughed and her lungs felt raspy. "So Mantiskit" she croaked. She smiled at the sound of her voice. "StarClan! I sound like a frog-" she said, but she stopped talking as she hacked. "Are you feeling OK?" She turned to the kit next to her.
The last thing Bumblestar wanted was to add more crap on top of this to deal with. She stifled a hiss as Breezepool approached and shot the tom a glare instead. "They're fine for now. Walk away, I don't need to be minding you, too."
Regardless of whether or not he did, he would be ignored unless he got on her nerves again. Her glare turned back on Silverpaw. "You're really tryin' to lie to me?" she snapped. "Now, of all times? You were there, you woulda heard me lead everyone out, 'n would've known damn well where to go 'n what not to do. You're more than old enough to know by now that lying to me gets you nowhere."
She bared her teeth at him with a lash of her tail. He wasn't a child, and she wouldn't be sugar-coating this or coddling him like one. "You're also old enough to know not to mess with queens or kits when you're sick! Larkswoop's 'the only one who cares', huh? If you can't learn to follow directions, will you be able to live with her death weighin' on your shoulders? The deaths of her kits? What about every last one of 'em?"
She'd asked already, and he'd deflected. She wanted a genuine answer this time around.
[ Silverpaw was at the meeting in which the ill cats were led to the sick camp. He should have been aware of its location and the rules. Since he's claiming to not have been made aware, the claim is being taken as a lie, as it was a specific public announcement made to the entire Clan and is considered Clan-wide news. ]
☆~《------》~☆ SILVERPAW
THE MANGLED TRIPOD
"Is Death The Only Mercy?"
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He Growled, Fur Bristling. His Ear Twitched, Single Blue Eye Locked With Bumblestars Eyes. No. I Couldn't. Yes, I Know Im Sick, But In The Heat Of The Moment, I Ran In Anyway. Why Was There Screaming In The Warriors' Den? Thats Why I Was There. He Looked Down, Noticing Who He Was Starting To Sound Like. His Former Mentor. No, Im Not Meaning To Sound Like Larkswoop. Im Sorry, But Its Kinda Hard When Shes Like A Ma To Me. He Grumbled The Last Part. Demote Me, I Don't Really Care. Its Not Like It'd Make A Difference. Can't Train Anyway. The Mangled Tripod Began To Zone Out, Just Slightly. Was He Really Useful To ThunderClan If He Couldn't Follow 'Starsdamed Directions'? Or Stay Away From Cats That He Could Kill By Coughing?
《Eeek, Slightly Depressed Silvs Post. His Thoughts Are NOT My Own》
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