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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: white; font-size=8pt][justify] Sven had awoke in a coughing fit. he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, either. he had fallen asleep, mouth open, desperately trying to find an alternative to breathing via his nose. An open mouth didn't work very well, but his only other option would be not to breathe, so he settled apon it.
    now, unable to breathe out of his only two optional breathing holes, he gasped for air only for it to be followed by a wheeze or a cough. when he had, for the most part, gained back the ability to breathe, he became annoyed. not that he already wasn't. he wasn't even that concerned- just angry. which is the sven-thing to do.


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    • BOYWONDER •

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    Someone was coughing, and it wasn't a one time thing, either. It was incessant, and driven by concern -and a little bit of annoyance- the charcoal cub pursued the sound until he found the serval, looking irritated, which was more or less how Boy felt too, for different reasons that made him seem like a heel. "Hey," he started, to get the guy's attention, "want me to find a medic? And don't tell me you're fine, because obviously, you aren't." He was probably going to get a healer regardless of what the feline told him.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Duskpaw, too, was bothered by the constant coughing. Padding over with a frown, the red tabby stood by Boycub and sighed. "Dude, he's right, go to the medicine den. You sound like you're hacking up your lungs or something." Duskpaw said with a shake of his head. Dusk himself was starting to feel better after his day of rest after arriving in WindClan, and did not want to fall ill again. After all, he wanted to start training again soon, now that he was living here.

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    Dreamkit nodded in agreement. [b][color=#2c52ae]"Coughs are no good! They can kill you! You should go to Sam, or Mommy, or Fleecewing!"     she mewed with a flick of her stubby tail.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][size=8]"You're annoying!" If the others weren't going to say it, he would. Maybe it was his job just to be honest. Butterflykit bounded over to the side of Dreamkit, pouting. "Yeah," he added, turning his nose up and trying not to betray any sense of interest at the fact that a cough might kill him. "go away!"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 450px; font-size: 8pt]"That's enough, you guys," Fleecewing chided, her voice growing sterner than its usual quiet tone. Her black gaze shifted past the apprentices and kits to focus on Sven. His coughs sounded bad- not as bad as they could be, though, and she was thankful for it. From the medic den it had sounded worse than it was, so she had more than she actually needed, but that was always better than less. She moved past them, finding her small body to be an advantage as she fit well in the cramped den. She offered a soaked moss ball and pulled out her herbs. Just because it wasn't black cough yet didn't mean it wouldn't be, and his cough wouldn't do good for any of the others because it was definitely contagious. "Butterflykit, Boycub, Dreamkit, you three should go outside or you'll catch his cough. Duskpaw, could you gather some materials for a nest? He's going to be kept away from the others so they don't catch his cough, in a room near the medics den. Sven, take these." She pushed forward coltsfoot to ease his breathing along with catmint and feverfew, before adding a couple poppyseeds as well. [b]"You'll need a lot of rest to recover quickly in case it gets worse, so focus on that."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px;][justify]Duskpaw, a little alarmed at how quickly Fleecewing had taken charge, nodded in acceptance. "Yes ma'am." he answered a little snarkily, casting the medic a wink. He loved a lady in charge, what could he say? Smiling a little to himself about the return of his snarkines, the red tabby quickly left to go get some nest supplies, which he would undoubtedly return with shortly. How hard could it be to find some moss and shit?

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; text-transform: lowercase; color: white; font-size=8pt][justify] Sven frowned. [b]“i'm fine, lady,”     he mewed, referring to fleecewing. “and this one should shut his mouth before he loses his tongue,” he glared, looking at butterflykit as he left. when he had fully exited the den, he looked down at the moss ball. he wasgrayful, but didn't show it. sven was little thirsty, he would admit that, so he gratefully drank a bit of water.
    “i'm fineee..” the Tom whined as new bedding was dragged in for him. rolling his eyes, he reluctantly muttered a quiet, irritable thanks. he wasn't that sick, was he?


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