Dog House... [O]

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    Personally, Hennessy was actually hoping that he could avoid being in the medicine cat den and actually figuring this all out himself. He was scratching all over and feeling very uncomfortable with the entire scratching scenario. As he scratched behind his sore ear, the pup growled intensely, hoping that this time he wouldn't scratch his ear again with his dull claws. It didn't hurt, yet it became sore after awhile and caused a slight inflammation at the base of his ear. Great. He was in the dog house now.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][font=trebuchet ms]The son of Coralreef and Faultedstars let out a soft squeak of surprise and hurried towards the canine, his green eyes wide. "You s-silly chicken f-face!" Deerkit scolded, though he meant no harm. "What d-did you do?" apparently Hennessy had some sort of infection, or infestation. Fleas, maybe?

    With flattened ears, the bedraggled furred dog said with a sigh,"Fleas." A small frown formed on the dog's muzzle as he looked down at the kit. Intimidated by a kit?! You're much bigger than he. Of course, the pup not only was slightly intimidated, but slightly taken back. "They just like my fur I suppose," he added with a shrug.
    "By the way, what's your name," the dog asked, changing the subject slightly. Get some mouse bile or something. Then you're all good to go!

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    "Hey, Hennessey," Jollypaw greeted as he walked up to the dog, yawning as usual. His eyes drooping slightly, he looked over at Deerkit, not being able to help a smile. He had always liked kittens, and hearing that his friend Faultedstars had kitted was wonderful news for all of RushingClan. "Hey, what's your name? I'm Jollypaw." Hm, he really should ask Coldstar about getting his warrior name but . . . later. He just felt so tired right now, and he could always see the leader alter. Yes, later sounded quite good. His smile turning half-hearted, he looked back over at Hennessey. "What's up with you?" he asked, seeing the uncomfortable look on his face.


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    Hennessy! Her favorite dog, well he was the only dog she knew but whatever. The white cat loved her adoptive brother, even if he was a dog. Noticing the kit, she smiled at him. Wasn't that Coralreef and Faultedstars' kit? He sure did look nice. Turning her attention back to Hennessy, she asked "Anything wrong?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 340px][justify][sub]Managing to conjure a half hearted smile, Fadedkit limped over to the group, giving a twitch of his tail in greeting. Even though his wounds still hurt a little, the small tom was feeling much better. He'd have to thank the Healers later - he had been to disorientated earlier today.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][font=trebuchet ms]Deerkit blinked at the flea-infested canine. "Y-you should go s-see Mommy or D-daddy." the two-moon old tom advised with a bright smile.

    "Hello everyone," Hennessy barked, silently commanding his paws to stay on the ground and not scratch the itchy spot behind his ear. "It's... fleas," he added with embarrassment, feeling his fur prickle slightly with discomfort. "I was planning on fetching some mouse bile, but I was never fond of the stuff." He smiled down at the little kitten somewhat gleefully before prancing around. "Do any or you know of any more treatments besides using that foul scented stuff?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][font=trebuchet ms]Furrowing up his face, the tomkitten mewed hesitantly, "A b-bath in c-cold water and a good c-comb with a pinecone c-can't hurt."

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    "Oh, fleas," Jollypaw replied, sounding slightly knowing. He knew what Hennessey must be feeling, that horrible, itching feeling that never went away, only got worse, and-- wait. He'd never had fleas before . . . What was he thinking? Frowning, he looked down at the ground, no longer feeling quite so sleepy. This was getting odd, but what he was feeling wasn't the topic of the conversation, it was trying to help get the fleas away.
    "I know mouse bile works really well, but I like Deerkit's suggestion," the tomcat meowed, glancing towards the kitten with a small smile, trying to suppress a yawn. Hennessey had his flea problems, while Jollypaw had his sleeping problems. Things just weren't going well for either of them.


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    so lift your chin up, darling, the day isn't done.


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    IC~ "Or you could use Aloe Vera and Alder. The Alder should help prevent any infection. And the Aloe Vera should scare off the fleas and cure the skin problem," Brokenpaw suggested, padding up. The only reason she knew those herbs was because she had found them after her dog attack. And because she had gone to a herb training when she was a mere kit in The Covenant.


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    "Thanks guys," Hennessy barked, stifling a yawn. Yes, he could've sworn that he scratched the fur behind his ear so much that it bled and stung. He just wanted it to be over.
    The afternoon's lukewarm air made Hennessy feel quite hot, which got him in his panting mode. Unconsciously, his tongue lolled to one side of his mouth.


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    LuminousHeart looked worriedly at her brother. Would he be okay? "Should I get one of the healers?" the white cat asked. Fleas weren't something that could mean the difference between life and death but it sure was annoying to have them.


    Looking at Hennessy, she let out a purr. He looked so funny with his tongue rolled out on one side. But that was how dogs cooled down, even LuminousHeart had no idea how that worked. Stifling a laugh, the stealth-walker did her best to continue being serious.

    Hennessy's brown optics turned into a neutral gaze as he blinked at his older sister. "Don't worry about it, Lumn, I'll figure it out....hopefully." As he turned to crunch the fleas on his fur, he said,"There's something that I don't understand though. I've been cleaning myself night and day and they're still here."
    Finally, he'd found an opportune chance to scrape off some fleas. So doing as Deerkit had instructed, the pup rolled himself in a very shallow puddle and used a pinecone to comb through his fur. Hopefully the fleas are feeling this too. Then, he hopped out.

    "Ok, Nes. Well it looks like the flies will leave soon" meowed the white cat. She had no idea why the fleas were there if Hennessy was cleaning every day but maybe he just wasn't cleaning closely enough. Well, he was still a pup. You can't expect a pup to clean himself carefully everyday, could you?

    "I sure hope so," the pup whined, rubbing himself in mud. "They're like a stupid parasite that won't ever go away... They're like 'haha, Hennessy, there's no getting out of this one.'" Then he made a pouty face.