Brows twitch into a furrow briefly at the moniker 'sickpaw,' and the apprentice briefly considers ignoring the summons now out of spite more than anything. Everyone with rat bites can get sick and die for that one humiliation for all Hollowpaw cares... not really.
Still, as he gets to his paws, ignoring the way his head spins for the briefest of moments and his vision goes blurry, he mutters under his breath; "Sickpaw, I'll show you sickpaw," and then, louder so Spiderthroat can hear - not that he cared should the deputy hear the first half either, "lead the way."
A black and ginger tortoiseshell she-cat sat in her nest, her breathing was becoming more shallow. She opened her green eyes, closing them again and opening them again she saw a cat standing in front of her.
The she-cat fur was black, her eyes an icy blue. "Littlerose..." meowed the black she-cat.
Littlerose groaned softly, her green eyes stared at the black she-cat. The she-cat that grew up with her...the she-cat that she loved most in the whole wide world..the she-cat she never got to tell her she loved her."Nightwater." groaned Littlerose. "Come, let's go home my love."
Littlerose didn't realize she took her last breath until she was standing in front of her, feeling more alive. She turned her gaze behind her at the lifeless cat on the nest.
Nightwater purred and with that lead Moonbee to StarClan.
Littlerose lifeless body sat there in the nest, not moving and not breathing.
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@Beaan
sorry I didn't know how to share it with you, but here is the proof.
Pinepaw noticed Shockhoney sitting alone, looking- well he couldn't say she looked terrible because they all did- sad. He padded over to her and sat down, attempt to groom some of her unkempt fur. "Hey. What's up?" he asked, putting a paw to his neck before tilting it. If he put a paw on it, it didn't hurt when he moved it. But he had to comfort Shockhoney. It was only fitting, considering they were all going through the same thing. At least, they were all sick.
mitekit wiped her nose on her paw and attempted to get comfier in her nest.
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The brown molly laid in the weak sunshine, watching the sick camp with slitted eyes.
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Pinepaw noticed Shockhoney sitting alone, looking- well he couldn't say she looked terrible because they all did- sad. He padded over to her and sat down, attempt to groom some of her unkempt fur. "Hey. What's up?" he asked, putting a paw to his neck before tilting it. If he put a paw on it, it didn't hurt when he moved it. But he had to comfort Shockhoney. It was only fitting, considering they were all going through the same thing. At least, they were all sick.
Turquoise eyes opened to rest on the first cat who'd approached her in a while. Oh stars, she felt miserable. Every limb in her body ached. "Pinepaw?" Her voice was garbled, the sound emerging thick mostly due to the fact that she was still in the throes of illness, much like everyone else here. "You're sick too?" She asked, closing her eyes again. What was wrong? "Nothing's wrong. Everything's wrong." Oh, wait, he'd asked what was up. She was too tired to look up to answer that question.
Well, she wasn't exactly wrong. Pinepaw settled down next to her, uselessly kneading the dirt. Why was he doing that? He had no answer. "...So... how's li-" a coughing fit interrupted him, searing his neck with pain and leaving no air in his lungs. His eyes began to tear up, and he just barely managed to stop the coughing. Reaching out, and grabbing the nearest piece of moss that was lying on the ground, he pressed it against his neck in an effort to stop the blood that was now spurting out of it. He sighed, grabbed the nearest materials, and began to weave a bandage for his neck, quickly wrapping the makeshift bandage around his neck to stop the bleeding.
"I'm fine... don't w-worry." Pinepaw said, gasping for air a little bit. Looking at Shockhoney's limp calico form, he prodded her. "Did you see that I saved you during the rat attack? That's where I... got this... from..." he was wheezing at the end of it, but managed to weakly gesture to his injured neck.
Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3
Quackkit for sure was planning something for her future and Mudhound was curious to see what new rank she created for herself. Though.... Bumblestar would probably be furious if Mudhound didnt set guidelines on this hypothetical craziness soooooo "Yep! If you wanna create a new rank you should create a plan for what itll be, go to your leader and they'll probably send you on a quest to prove yourself in the role! And a thistle is a spiky plant."
As for Mantiskit "Well you better do you best Mantiskit and impress Wolfpaw and Hollowpaw so when they need an medicine cat apprentice they'll chose you!" Not that Mudhound thought that time would come anytime soon.
Now back to the story. "Now two trials done Sweetblossom had the harder two to do, first with the large scarred warrior.
This tom explained he'd died in a battle, fighting to the death rather then trying to return home knowing there was no healer in the clan that'd be able to fix his injuries, a broken paw, sprained shoulder and many small wounds besides. He'd chosen a quick death over a slow one without healing, and only gathered the herbs that couldve saved himself after.
This scarred and battle hardened warrior explained he supported the idea of a dedicated healer, but was concerned that Sweetblossom wouldnt be able to handle it and would abandon her duties for her soft heart. So without warning he thrust her into a vision, warning that should she stray from her oath to heal and only heal, she'd get no knowledge from him.
The vision was hell, a vision of her clan kin and loved ones in the midst of a loosing war, being torn apart by an enemy clan while she alone remained untouched with her herbs. She knew that should she unsheathe claws as she was taught she could save them, but that'd mean forsaking healing. So, wailing as she watched her clan fall before he she stood, resolute knowing that she could do more good with herbs then in the battle despite capability for both. Even as it broke her heart.
Sweetblossom was crying as she emerged from the fake dream, distraught but she was willing to make the sacrifice for her new row and found comfort with the warrior as he taught her how to heal those hurt by battle. Goldenrod and Broom, both chewed and applied like marigold. Broom, a large tall shrub with yellow drooping blooms that smell sweet, helping heal broken bones and wounds faster. And Goldenrod, a tall shoot with grass like leaves and small yellow cluster flowers, which helps sooth sprains and also numbs and heals wounds.
Then there was the final trial, the queen and her kits. Joining the queen to watch the kits she explained that she'd gotten sick and couldnt provide enough milk for her kits, only getting the herb she'd needed when it was already too late. But, she explained, it shouldnt have been like that as her kits couldve easily been nursed by another queen, but everyone had focused so much on her illness they'd missed it. Being a healer require being perceptive, noticing illness and hurt where others didnt, and so Sweetblossoms last trial would get no explanation but a hint. Be perceptive.
For a long time Sweetblossom was stumped, examining queen and kits but there were no hurts in starclan so nothing to be found. Until she notices something. The queen was a dark grey tabby and the kits only a mix between just grey and tabby, but one stuck out. A grey kitten with the same blue eyes as them, but a splash of white. White none of the others had. And as she watched Sweetblossom noticed more. The kit was included in games but not quite the same as all the rest, behaving oddly.
So, decision made the healer scooped up the kit and brought her to the queen, declaring "This one is not born to you as the rest are, though you might consider her yours. Her tail is shorter, her ears rounder, and she has white while the others do not." and was right. Noticing something like that could very well save a life, so the queen gave her approval and explained the final herb.
Borage, a small soft fuzzy plant with blue star shaped flowers that once the leaves are eaten are doubly useful. For while it helps illness by reducing fevers, tight chests, and stomach aches it also brings queens more milk for her kittens.
With all her trials done and herb knowledge gathered Sweetblossom stood before the now smiling starclan cats for what would be the first medicine cat ceremony....."
Now for a pause for dramatic effect before the conclusion of the story~
She started to get impatient. 'Why couldn't they finish the story soon?' She curled her body tighter around Mantiskit, even though her body was so small. Well, she attempted to at least. She licked the ridge in-between Mantiskit's ears, glad the coughing had stopped. 'For now...' She impatiently pawed at Mudhound, but then realiezed the disrespect. She quietly mumbled an apology before settling down for the long haul.
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