Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3
Nonononononononononononono.
Mudhound didnt wanna, they didnt wanna. They didnt wanna leave the shelter of Spiderthroats tail where they were hiding like a kit, silently crying then just as silently whimpering as the tom moved as cats arrived. They didnt wanna have salt rubbed in the wounds all the more by the cure arriving like Mudhound was starting to think it never would..... Just too late. They didnt wanna hear their sisters screams and wails join the group. The wails of a mother who lost a child.
The tripod wouldve stayed there, head buried in their paws as they silently sobbed until they withered away and died of the sickness that'd ravaged them and taken Redhawk and Wolfhive, thinking it a mercy. It was a good think Wolfhawk didnt think it was a mercy, didnt think like Mudhound did that it was better to die like their loved ones now instead of being in more pain. No, Wolfhawk shoved the cure down their ex mentors throat with a determination to fight death head on.
All Mudhound really got before the flower was shoved down their throat was a split second of familiar warm fur and a 'bear hug' and then? Well then they were resigned to a long heartbreaking recovery and a life without loved ones. But they would live, and one day theyd learn to love and be happy again.
Right now though Mudhound was just definitely in shock, blinking owlishly and vacantly and nearly gagging as they forced down the flower, staring at Wolfhawk almost betrayed as they just didnt realize the herb was meant to help them. Putting things together was just beyond the tripod right now, sinking into their puppy's fur, still dead silent and weeping as things happened around them.
Still, eventually Mudhound moved, just a little bit even as they remained slumped in the dirt and incapable of speech, reliant on Wolfhawk to stay upright. They shifted, a single shaky front paw reaching out weakly towards their kin. And Mudhound, incapable of anything else, pressed a single paw into Bumblestars back, the only part of their sister the tripod could reach.
There was nothing else they could do, no words of comfort that'd mean anything after everything that happened, not that Mudhound could talk. No solutions that could be offered that'd ease the pain or fix what this had broken so horribly. No acts that'd mean anything. In this way Mudhound was a failure to their sister, unable to rise and press into Bumblestars side in solidarity. No, they could only manage to lift a single paw to press against her, a silent act of attempted communication. A silently said 'Im here with you. I understand the pain.'
And even that was too much. Strength exhausted Mudhounds head hit the ground, awake but unable to lift it again as the tripods sides moved in a shuddering gasp of pain as wide but vacant golden eyes blinked, still weeping.
Brackenclaw- He/Him, 28 moons old, Thunderclan Hornet. Purrks: Just a Scratch.
Brackenclaw would allow Raggedear to deal with Mitekit given the fact he was already right there but he would at least deal with the other kits. "Actually Raggedear let me get the kits the cure you can deal with the apprentices however you can at least give the medicine to that kit. You come with me also if you could please get the rest of the kits and meet me in that den. You seem helpful so if you could do me that favor it'd be a big help." Brackenclaw would ask Mantiskit trying to get the kit to help him. Brackenclaw also heard Weepingwillow his ear swiveled towards the queen before he decided to reassure her. "Weepingwillow we both know that you want these kits happy and healthy and if you forget I am a hornet of Thunderclan I wouldn't do anything to harm these kits I'm here to help with the cure and right now isn't the time to be arguing is it?" Brackenclaw would say with a slight nod towards Wolfhives body with the kit in his jaws before bounding off not allowing Weepingwillow to argue further he had better things to do rather than arguing with a Queen things like getting the next generation healthy again. @Minku @XmasMangoBear @korok @Festive_Cherry
"Alrights!" She mewed. Her head turned around. There weren't many kits, and that was good. "Mitekit!!!! Quackkit! This warrior or whatever he is wants us to go in that den!" Mantiskit happily trotted over to the den. "Hurry uppppp!!!!!!!!!! We wanna get cured already." She pouted. Soon, everyone would be back in the actual camp. "Hurry!!! Butterflykit said she would play with me when I get back!!!"
Purple cone flower... Hollowpaw doesn't understand what the specific color has to really do with the cure at all, but he also doesn't have the energy to push back for more specific answers. Besides... there might not even be a more specific answer. So he simply nods and yoinks a few flowers so he can go around distributing them himself. Should he also eat one? Yes. But not yet. Not until everyone else is cured. Or- Okay, well, not until most of them are cured. If Lightningpaw's still hanging around he's got half a mind to eat one right in front of her just to watch her expression sour.
"Both of you," he says, approaching Sunpaw and Brindlepaw, "eat it." An order. A command.
"Alrights!" She mewed. Her head turned around. There weren't many kits, and that was good. "Mitekit!!!! Quackkit! This warrior or whatever he is wants us to go in that den!" Mantiskit happily trotted over to the den. "Hurry uppppp!!!!!!!!!! We wanna get cured already." She pouted. Soon, everyone would be back in the actual camp. "Hurry!!! Butterflykit said she would play with me when I get back!!!"
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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.
SHE/HER • APPRENTICE • 9M • THUNDERCLAN "A solid brown she-cat with a cream muzzle." POSTS: 21/100 PURRKS: N/A
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Fawnpaw smiled and ate the herbs, making sure to swallow ever last precious morsel. "Thank you, Raggedear." She mewed, gazing at his gentleness with the kit with eyes full of gratitute.
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Mitekit ate the medicine with a wince as she attempted to swallow it whole speedily.
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she's cured! oh Ew. As soon as Quackkit bit the cure she felt an urge to spit it back out. She managed to convince herself that if she eats the cure she ges to become and apprentice. Bleugh. Don't spit it out; SHE'S CHASING FOR THAT APPRENTICESHIP.
.......well now that that's over she also felt the urge to drink more water to get rid of the bitter tastes. Huh. Quackkit stuck her tongue out as the bitter taste of the flower lasted on the back end of her tongue; her eyebrows were furrowed but she refused to stay sick. She was supposed to believe this weird flower can cure this weird plague. Maybe weird flower = cure weird sickness. She's not a medicine cat and she doesn't plan to be one (she wants to kick ass when she grows older). Guh, remembering all those weird plants were too much for her. She already forgot the herbs Muddies taught her those moons ago. so she, instead, decided to look at the other kit's reactions to see how they reacted. And oh yea can she also wants to go back to camp soon.
CraneKit / She/Her / 4 moons / APP:White she-kit with fawn colored specks and green eyes
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CraneKit sniffed the cure with disinterest, letting out a gag as she did so. "There's no way this is edible!" She squealed, yet despite her complaints, she ate it nonetheless.
CraneKit scrunched up her face as she swallowed, forcing it down with a hesitant gulp. "Yuuuuccccckkkkk..." The white she-kit whined with a pouting expression.
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