Pinepaw dealt with (probably), Hollowpaw turns his back on the older apprentice, clamping his mouth shut to try and keep in the sudden wave of hacking coughs... he's unsuccessful, doubling over for a moment until his head spins and the energy he'd exerted earlier comes to bite him in the ass. Everything hurts, his eyes water and his lungs burn. He wants to lay down. But... but he shouldn't. There are cats here who are mourning, Mudhound might need to be monitered (as much as he does not want to admit it, what Pinepaw said about feeding the hornet poppy to calm his shock might be a good idea but... but would he want something to dampen the grief? Was that really something that would help the hornet? Or was that just something Pinepaw had said because he wanted Mudhound to shut up?)
He's turning around to once again take a seat next to Mudhound and Spiderthroat, but he doesn't make it even a pace over before he hears his name called. Bumblestar is here..? And- there's no way...
She has the cure.
But Wolfhive is already dead. Beachpaw is already dead. Redhawk is already dead. Poppypaw is already dead. Bravepaw is already dead. It's too little too late.
It's a rare thing for Hollowpaw to find himself hesitating. He's usually a cat of action, and even if he's wrong about something, he's wrong with confidence and enough cockiness to fuel several cats much bigger than him. But now, faced with his leader who has yet to see her son's lifeless body, who is nothing but relieved in this moment because now Wolfhive would finally be alright again, Hollowpaw hesitates. He does not step forward to rush for the cure as he might have done this morning.
Instead, he takes a pace or two back, ears flattening in nervousness. He was the medicine cat on duty and he'd let Wolfhive die. His fault. He should have done more. Been better. He wants Bravepaw here, wants his mother here, anyone by his side that he might be able to hide behind. Uncharacteristic, yes, but as Bumblestar notices, he wants to hide even more.
Wolfhawk is here, so are Brackenclaw and Raggedear. They're back. They have the cure. It's a purple flower, that much Hollowpaw can see, but he does not know it's name, nor why it's the cure. Bumblestar blames the prophecy group. Hollowpaw blames them too, but he does not say as much, they could figure that out by the glare he sends in their direction.
With a shake of his skinny frame, dull fur fluffed as much as it could be against the cold, Hollowpaw gathers himself back up. He cannot allow himself to fall apart thanks to his inadequacy. So he'll give Bumblestar a wide berth for the time. She should be allowed to grieve. Small paws carry him over to Brackenclaw and Raggedear, and if his breathing is heavy and wheezy from the effort of moving around so much, he does not acknowledge it.
"What is it? How does it work?" He asks. Wolfhawk should have been the one to answer his questions, but the medicine cat was busy with Mudhound and with Bumblestar and... and Hollowpaw could still feel the gnawing anticipation of her wrath towards him in the back of his skull. He wanted to avoid that if he could. So Brackenclaw and Raggedear it was.
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Cypresspaw felt like jumping for joy and flopping on the ground and crying out in grief all at the same time. His head spun. The normally long, painstaking days of the sick camp were boring and slow, but everything seemed to whiz now, making him dizzy. He was sicker than ever and thought he would die before any cure could get to him, but it’s here. He can be saved now! But it’s too late. Wolfhive is dead. He numbly ambled over to brackenclaw and raggedear who seemed to have the flowers that would save them all. “These will help us, right?” He offered weakly as it seemed rude to just say nothing.
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Fawnpaw gazed at Raggedear and raised a paw. "Um, hello. Raggedear.. is it? Um are you looking for those still sick? I'm one of them.. just wanted to make myself known." She mewed, placing her paw back down and gazing at the reddish-brown tom.
Mitekit scrambled out of her nest finally excited to receive a dose of medicine. She would finally be able to become an apprentice after this!
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Fawnpaw gazed at Raggedear and raised a paw. "Um, hello. Raggedear.. is it? Um are you looking for those still sick? I'm one of them.. just wanted to make myself known." She mewed, placing her paw back down and gazing at the reddish-brown tom.
Tired. He was so, so tired. And guilt was raking down his belly like enemy claws. They should have been faster. And every cat knew it. He dragged his golden gaze to Hollowpaw as they asked how it worked. Before he could answer, a small voice spoke. An apprentice. Raggedear's head slowly turned towards Fawnpaw. He needed to snap back into it. There was no time to waste now. Acting quick would be the only way to prevent more heartache.
"Well, of course, kid." He mewed with a smile, hoping that it would ease any anxiety Fawnpaw may have. Hopefully she hadn't seen...never mind. He turned back to Hollowpaw, expression now resolute. "It's a purple cone flower- they need to chew it and eat it." He picked up a couple of the flower and dropped them in front of Fawnpaw as he spoke. "It probably won't taste right good..." He admitted sympatheically to the she-cat. "But it will help. Eat up now." Raggedear encouraged before turning his attention to a kit. He wasn't sure he was very familiar with her, but it didn't matter. She needed help, and he was going to give it.
"C'mere, you." He said with a huff as attempted to gently guide Mitekit closer. "We have to take some medicine. It'll make you feel all better, then you get to go back to camp!" He murmured excitedly, hoping they wouldn't fuss.
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Mantiskit looked at a cat trying to get Mitekit to go closer. She was about to storm over and bite the cats tail, but it was one that brought the cure. The cure! "Cure me! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I wanna go see Butterflykit!" She whined. Butterfly should be an apprentice now. "And I guess my other siblings." She mumbled. @korok (hope you don't mind her.)
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Ah! The Russet-furred cat(what's his name? Rag.. something? Doesn't matter.) was giving out the cure!
He needed to get some. Obviously.
He's, like, important and stuff.
Orangepaw shoved himself onto his feet with a few coughs that were... annoying.
He walked over to russet-furred guy as fast as a sick cat could. "I want some." It was quieter and much smaller than he wanted it to be because of his throat. He might not even be heard.
Ugh.
Brindlepaw had been, in his lethargy, content to let the commotion that was Bumblestar and Mudhound and Wolfhive's death? presumable death? pass him by. It didn't matter, it didn't help him get better (selfish but an unfortunate reality), and so it was beneath his notice. Or perhaps above his notice, seeing as he had sunk to the lowest possible level of catdom, lying about covered in dirt and greasy fur that he had long ago given up on grooming. Coughing, wheezing, mucus caking up all of his orifices. It might even be preferable to be a kittypet at this point, given that at least in twoleg-induced indolence he would be fed and groomed.
However, the words of his sister demanded real attention. If nothing else it was because they were family, and so her life or death was of some significant importance to the young tom. He was unsure how great a significance his own survival held for the rest of their family, seeing as Lioncrest, Dovefluf, Elkpaw and Swanpaw had shown no sign of visiting (though come to think of it, had he seen Dovefluff even before the sickness had struck?), but that might just be the whole quarantine thing at work. Whatever. Sunpaw wanted his attention, and so Brindlepaw faced in her direction, blinking crusty eyes at her. Cure? What was she talking about?
Apparently his mind had become similarly feeble to his body (not that he'd ever been the sharpest claw on the cat to begin with), and it took Brindlepaw (or Brin, now, apparently) a moment to register what exactly a cure was. A fix. Something to get him out of this horrible Dark Forest of a temporary camp and back into the real one. And now that he HAD caught up with what was going on, Brindlepaw could hardly believe it. This shock was evident in his voice as he stared, wide eyed, at his sister. A cure?
A wild glance at the clearly healthy cats. Well, where was this cure. Hand it over, he wanted some now now now! Sounds fantastic. If it works. Which it had better because if it doesn't I might just...... a dramatic, deathly gagging sound then issued forth from his maw, communicating pretty clearly to anyone in the vicinity that Brindlepaw was quite capable of kicking the bucket at a moments notice. As he had been for a while, admittedly, but it was something he almost felt he could joke about. Now that there was a cure. Probably a cure. Calling out a bit louder now, Brindlepaw demanded Yo, warriors who've been away. You've got a cure? Pass some of that over here, why don't ya? No point in waiting, he was fine with being a guinea pig, just fix him up! @Kix (Open to cats with cure/to tell him to shut up)
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