PARA-PARA-PARADISE ' SICK

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; color: ;][justify] It had been a couple nights since the coughing began, first suttle, then overwhelming. He'd been forced to leave the warriors den, due to keeping the others up. He'd taken to staying in a storage cave on the other side of camp, brushing out a small mouse skeleton and creating a makeshift nest. It was homey, quiet, and secluded.


    Now, the large (and sickly thin) tomcat lay crouched outside his temporary den, hacking and sputterinf violently. His head pounded and heat radiated from his body. Pitchfur refused to believe he was truely sick, he simply believed it was a small fever or some congestion. A dead thrush lay nearby, a single bite taken from it. The warrior had been unable to keep the food down, so he'd pushed it away. His unusually dull emerald orbs were half closed in discomfort as they watched the camp buzz to life, orange and pink light of daybreak filtering in through the hole in the roof.
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    brindleclaw just about always up before the sun, and today was no different. returning from a solo patrol, the deputy flicked her ear as the scent of... unwell hit her nostrils. frowning, she trotted closer to pitchfur uneasily, whiskers twitching.


    "you... okay?"

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; color: ;][justify]"Im well." The huge tomcat groaned, craning his head up to look steadily at the deputy. Tiredness pulled at his skin, but he forced himself to stay awake.


    [ school, oops ]
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    "No, he's not," said Thrushpaw calmly, holding the burdock root close beneath his chin. It could bring down fevers, he'd been told, so he'd brought it along in case. "Alright, open your throat, let me check their first," he said as he approached.


    //describe Pitchfur's sickness?

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    [ sneezing, fever, coughing, weezing, and runny nose. he has greencough ]
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    //thanks. :3


    The coughing was obvious enough, of course, as was the runny nose. He had to listen close to catch the weeping, though. He nearly missed that one. He'd figured about the fever already, hence the burdock root, but it was worse than he'd expected. Chewing his lip, Thrushpaw nodded worriedly. He was going to have to go to Ivystar and maybe even Star Clan for advice since he had no mentor, but he was fairly certain he was right this time. "U-um, Pitchfur?" he stammered, nervous to break the news. Star Clan, he was glad they had catmint in stock. He'd need more though, wouldn't he? "I'm going to need you to come to the medicine den."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; color: ;][justify] Pitchfur immedately frowned even more. The nervousness the apprentice radiated was unnerving in many ways. "Uh, okay..." He weezed, pushing himself wobbily to his paws. His head spun aggressively, causing the dark warrior to sway. "Ah..."
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    "Oh! Um, be careful," Thrushpaw said, moving quickly to try and support the larger tom as best he could. Taking a deep breath, he chewed his lip. "It's not nearly as bad as it could be, and I think you should be able to make a full recovery—" Okay, that was a lie, he had no clue how bad it was and how well recovery might go. Oh Star Clan, he needed some guidance. "You're showing signs of greencough, s-so you're going to have to stay in the medicine den for now."

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    brindleclaw, ever the nosy nelly, trailed after the two, ears pricked as she listened, trying, and failing, to seem nonchelant. at his words, though, the deputy took a quick step back. she was pregnant - queens couldn't get greencouch. the litter wasn't planned, but she wouldn't take chances with their safety they were future warriors.


    "uh, thrushpaw?" the golden feline said hesitantly, lips turned downwards in a frown as she eyed pitchfur warily. "can you... handle greencough? because, i mean, we don't want an epidemic. that medicine cat in skyclan, she seemed... uh, nice. and, i mean, we helped her. because... i don't want it to spread or anything." the tom, though he'd moved to the empty cave, had been in the warriors den for quite some time. and the feline had too much pride to move to the nursery so early, unwilling to stop her duties.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 95%; color: ;][justify] "Greencough? Bah, I don't have greencough." He interjected. Pitchfur? Sick? Unlikely. But the large warrior followed anyway, struggling to stay solid on his paws. He stopped every so often as his body was attacked by heavy coughing.
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    [justify]It's always good to be safe Pitchfur, also, could you remove the moss from his den Thrushpaw? the young leader would respond calmly as she entered the scene, a concerned look upon her face. Greencough? This wouldn't be good, in fact this was the last thing they needed, especially as you normally needed those with green cough to get lots of fresh air, and that could be a bit hard at times when living in tunnels, let alone the fact that winter was approaching.[/justify]

    "Yes Ivystar," he said, nodding seriously. "Catmint grows outside the abandoned twoleg nest, right? And do you know where tansy grows?" he said. What else might he need to treat greencough?

    [justify]Most herbs needed grow outside there, yes, although it's a fairly far trek, so I can fetch them for you, it's not safe out there for an apprentice like you anyways, that's why it's part of the test for when it's time to become a warrior the female would respond with a nod, her pale gaze blinking.[/justify]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 12px;][justify] "h-hold on guys." sputtered the large warrior painfully. "c-can we rest here alittle?" pitchfur inquired, sitting back. they hadn't gone too far, but his already burning lungs seemed to be on fire with every step. his sickly thin body shook with his own fear. greencough? this would probably be the only time he would hope to starclan that thrushpaw was wrong. "i-im fine g-guys. its j-just a fe-ever."
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    "If this is the furthest you can make it without a r-rest, it's really not just a fever," said Thrushpaw nervously. Oh Star Clan, give him the strength he needed. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to hide his fear. He squared his shoulders, bit his lip, and looked Pitchfur straight on. "Until Ivystar promotes someone as my mentor, I am Dark Clan's acting medicine cat. If I say you're sick, you're sick. I don't care if that's inconvenient for you, because you don't get to say no."