With the burdock gathered, Hollowpaw trailed behind Spiderthroat returning to the quarantine camp, feeling a little like his head was going to explode. Not from information overload, but more like his head was pounding and a poppy seed sounded just so good right now. He won't rely on it though.
He's not really expecting the deputy to call for cats to gather to them if they felt sick - why couldn't they decide to do that all on their own? That should be something cats were perfectly capable of. And, annoyingly, Spiderthroat wants to examine him first.
"'m fine," he says, brows furrowed and not meeting the deputies eyes. He really wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but he wouldn't let himself. He has a job to do, damn it! So, he turns his attention over to the first in line: Brindlepaw. "We just got some burdock. 'M gonna put these juices on it," He's not really asking as he starts chewing up one of the four roots they'd gathered and carefully squeezing the juices onto the bites.
"I think that should be good..." he mutters mostly to himself once he'd finished. "We're prob'ly gonna need more roots... if you're feelin' up to it," a glance to Spiderthroat with that. Once they had a few able bodied warriors.
Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
Well...this camp felt as though it was getting smaller and smaller. Taking a second to gaze at those around him before rolling his head, lobbing his shoulders so they'd crack. "Alright you lot. Cmere. If you're feelin worse than you think you should lemme take a look at ya. Hollowpaw too, you'll get examined first an than if you're up for it I'll have you help me out." he stated, slapping the cold dirt beside him. He didn't have too much experience but he'd like to help eleviate the pain somehow.
"Single file. One at a time I'm a decent healer but I ain't a miracle worker. May need some of you to help expand the nests, grab sm moss and maybe even some additional herbs too if you seem fit enough."
[ If your brat isn't sick leave me a VM ! Just nabbed the TC mass mention uwu ]
Cypress’paw shuddered as he stood up. It felt cold, so cold without cuddling himself up in his own normally-plushy fur that now was plastered to his scrawny body in clumps. He may as well go up, it wasn’t like his mentor would make him any worse or anything, if that was even possible. So he settled himself in the line and lifted his head as much as he could manage, set his jaw in a defiant matter. Defiant not at someone specifically, but this starclan-forsaken sickness. It wasn’t fair other cats got to get better but he was stuck here feeling like he would die all the time. It isn’t their fault I guess, he supposed.
He vaguely heard Spiderthroat say something about lining up if they felt worse.
Hmmm, does he feel worse?
Probably.
He is only really getting up to eat(and clean himself, he refuses to look even more like garbage than he already does right now).
Orangepaw probably won't get out of this, so might as well head over.
The tabby gets up and lines up.