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    THE DETECTIVE;;


    Well it was unexpected to say the least.


    Pluto had gotten the common cold it seemed, but with every sneeze sent him either a few feet into the air or a few feet away from his original position. It was quite troublesome really, to wake up to a sneeze and suddenly be out of bed. The cub grumbled, walking out of the room looking for his blue scarf. He knew it wasn't being cold that made him get sick, but being in his almost blanket sized scarf would be quite comfortable.


    Ah, there it was. He'd draped it over Almir's bed the previous night because no matter how strong the boy claimed to be he still had his fair share of restless nights. Soon after struggling with wrapping the scarf around him, the barbary lion padded out of the house in search of Windclan's resident medic. Surely he would have something to deal with this pesky problem.


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    Vader was typically awake before the crack of dawn, and had been fixing something when Pluto started sneezing. He felt.... bad. Not bad like 'it's good to be bad!' Bad like... pity?


    What sorcery was this?
    Vader had set down his project when Pluto sneezed three times. He figured all the cubs were going to get the cold from this weather, and he really didn't like that, either.


    What if they died?


    When he turned to Pluto, he saw the cub in the air, and Vader was on his feet in a heartbeat, thinking he would have to catch the boy, and relaxed when he landed. He watched Pluto grab his scarf, am delighted Vader grabbed his own cape, following the boy outside.


    Anti-gravity?

    The blizzard had calmed down. Allowing for some much needed fresh air. Iron's grumbling stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten since he joined the clan yesterday afternoon. While he was picking through the fresh kill pile, looking for something at least not fully frozen, the cat noticed Pluto. Being new, he wanted to make friends. "Sweet scarf!" He said.



    THE DETECTIVE;;


    "I'm fine mother, just a bit of a problem with my sneezes. I'm on my way to our medic now to see if he knows what's up. I know I only have a cold and nothing more sickness wise but perhaps I'm having a reaction to the weather." He dismissed it, though made sure to assure his worried matron that he was fine. The cub only ever moved a few feet, it wouldn't hurt him.


    The sound of a voice beside him made him look over at the feline. Now Pluto had what most would call a resting bitch face, making him look eternally angry and unamused by everything. Hm, the fluff had complimented the scarf is father had given him, the common response was to accept it and thank them. "Thank you, it was made by my father." A suitable response no? The catch was he sounded irritated and his eyes looked a bit dead. He'd always been told to make eye contact with to whom he was speaking but this was awful.


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    Alice had been sleeping. And quite soundly, too, draped in a jumper and several blankets to keep out the cold. Needless to say, she was unhaply to be startled by the obnoxious sneezing of her brother, and sat up with a sigh. So much for a lie-in. The child stood, venturing out of her room to find Pluto, and tell him to shut up. A glance out the window let her know he was already headed somewhere, and her parents were onto him. A scarf wouldn't cut it, she knew. She'd collapsed in the latest blizzard with nothing more, and if he already had a cold, that was just the start of the worst. "You should wrap up!" she called from the doorway, jumper still on.

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    THE DETECTIVE;;


    "Quite fine thank you." At the call of his sister the male sighed, if he had shoulders like humans did they would have sunk. "Alice, you read don't you? Colds come from viruses, not being physically cold. The least I could get is hypothermia. Besides, us lions are normally 100.5 or 102.5 degrees Fahrenheit or 38.05 to 39.16 degrees Celsius, with males being naturally warmer than females."
    The cub walked at a brisk pace, like he knew he had a purpose for being where he was. He knew that he would be in and out of the medical facility in good time and even then wouldn't be outside for long. "Anyway, I'll be inside with the medic soon to get this pesky teleporting problem under wraps and then it's straight home for me. I have to continue my studies."


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    "I do indeed read," the cub retorted defensively. She read all day every day, and Pluto was trying to outsmart her? She narrowed her eyes at the challenge before replying airily, "And viruses thrive in cold temperatures, and are much more likely to attach on to you, especially in conditions like these. It doesn't matter how warm you usually are, you're a lion. Your body is not familiar with cold temperatures and you are at a higher risk of hypothermia. Which can be severe!" Sure, mild hypothermia wasn't a big deal, but it escalated quickly, and that was the least of his concerns? Alice would lean against the doorway. "Better safe than sorry." She watched him, unimpressed, as he continued to walk, though her ears pricked at the mention of teleportation. Maybe he wasn't as useless as he thought. It was an interesting power to have. Personally, she was satisfied with telekinesis.

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    Part of Vader was bemused, a small smirk behind his mask. Part of him would ask "Are we sure these are mine?" Vader had never been an intellectual growing up, and what he had was used on the battle field. He was a General, not a scholar.
    Must be from Padmè's side.
    And the other part was rolling his eyes. "Do I just need to wrap all of you up in blankets until this is over?" At least they wouldn't hurt each other that way.


    Wait. Hang on. "Pluto," He said, glancing at Alice over his shoulder and following behind the boy. "Son, what studies?"

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    There had seemed to have been quite a bit of ruckus outside: the blind medic was at first, uninterested in what was being shared, it didn't keep his ears from picking up the words being exchanged. He heard... Alice, and a young boy, another one of Vader's kids. There was Vader himself too and naturally the coyote immediately felt like he should stray as far away as he could from the Barbary lion, but even with a panicked mind and scattered thoughts another thing got caught up in his mind.
    A talk of temperatures and medical terms - Was everything going alright? Shifting through the cabin and letting his paws scrape as he walked the crippled canine maneuvered himself outside of the medicine shack to direct the family before him. "Sorry for interruptin' - is everythin' okay," The man would question softly with a slight cock of his head

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    THE DETECTIVE;;


    "Alice dear you've fallen down the rabbit hole haven't you? We were born in winter and within this environment, our bodies have began to adapt within the three or four months that we have been alive. If we didn't all of our parent's children within our litter would have been dead like our brother." He left it at that, turning to his father. Ah, studies, he'd taken them upon himself to try and relieve his boredom. They hadn't helped much but the information would be useful in the future.


    "I've been studying our enemies and allies, practically all who live within our lands, their strengths, weaknesses, their culture and common battle plans they use. I've also been studying the advanced versions of those books you gave Almir and I, honestly the basics were like learning to read and I got through them fairly quickly." The male explained, not taking a single pause within his explanation. Upon that he had started to try and learn French and write English but those weren't his main points of interest. He lived on a schedule that was planned down to the last minute, right now he had another hour before he had to give up on trying to stop the problem before he had to eat and train his leaps.


    The medic, finally, how wonderful. Pluto strode over and attempted to make his voice sound less professional and more casual though he wasn't sure if it would work. "Ah yes, you're exactly who I was going to see Mr. Hacksaw. You see everytime I sneeze I move a few feet from my original position whether it be on the ground or in the air and i-AAACHOO!" Great, a few minutes of solace and now this. It was the ground this time and quite thankfully too, the air wound have been annoying. the cub shook his head and padded back over before continuing to speak. "As you can tell it can be an annoying problem if left alone so I was curious as to if you knew a remedy for this or perhaps if it's happened before so I can research the time frame it will last for."


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    [center][fancypost=background:transparent; width: 450px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;]NAVI D.S.O AMIDALA
    [center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0; width:450px; text-align:justify; font-size:10.5px; line-height:1.5;]This would be almost amusing, if Navi had a sense for the feeling. Out of her own observations she was finding siblings often had their little spouts so perhaps this was somewhat overdue. She was more interested in Pluto's sneezing-teleporting problem. That sounded like a... Strange predicament.


    The apprentice flicked her ear as she padded over, golden hues resting on her half-siblings, head titled to one side. "Born in the conditions or not, it is not in your genetic makeup to protect you from this weather or you would've been born with more insulated fur," she would point out stoically. Like an arctic hare... Or a snow leopard... Of course, they would be used to it, they were still not built for it and nor was she because their parents had not passed down genes like that. Of course, Navi had a solution for the cold problem in one word; fire, and there was the fact their body had grown accustomed to it more than it would have if they had been born in the savannah. So Pluto was slightly correct, but also slightly wrong.


    She did not care either way. It made no difference to her. What effect did it have on her life? None. So the older lioness shrugged her shoulders loosely, eyes now flickering towards Attie, wondering what his response would be; she had her own thoughts after all, voicing them in a soft, expressionless voice. "Perhaps due to your weakened immune system your body is being thrown off balance by the manifestation of this new power?" She could easily see that being an issue. "Thus your inability to control it?" A glance towards Attie, "perhaps you just need to solve this sneezing issue and then you will be able to put more focus into control?"

    Iron began laughing at the scene unfolding around him, the combination of the teleporting sneeze and kits talking like full grown adults was to much for him. "I swear, windclan gets stranger every day"

    [center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 1.3;]"By the stars," wasn't that something Lessa said? Oh, well, friends did talk like friends. It slipped without much thought. The sable arched a brow at the lion cubs before him. "Do you three know how to act your age?" As in; children? Weren't children supposed to be running all around the place, playing tags and doing everything and anything except study and read? At least they don't act like their father.

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    The ground shudders when Pluto mentions the still-born. It's still a sore spot for Vader- and the hybrid's fist clenches. He knows the states the born in. Pluto was a runt and Almir wasn't even alive. A third dead, an average Naomi- and how Alice was bigger than all the others. Honestly, he wondered if Alice had beat her siblings up in the womb. Maybe that what all the kicking was half the time.
    Pluto is slightly off, he knows. The cubs were born in a chiller temperature, but they were born before the snow came. At least, that makes sense to Vader. Technically, they weren't born in winter weather. Just the cold, and Padmè had kept them warm. He doesn't bother to correct, however, except for... "Navi has a point, Pluto." Why did he let Padmè pick that name? They cursed their son to be named "Tiny" the rest of his life and it was so off to say. Plu-to. Plu-to.


    But.... this worries him, slightly. Parents inherently want their children to have a better life than their own. And they were well on their way of being much better off than their Father had- they were free, and no one would chain them. And he wants his children to be prodigies- high-functioning and natural born leaders. And a piece of him is proud, but the other part is disappointed, upset- because his children are wasting their childhood on academics. What was Pluto trying to make up for?


    Knowledge will get you nowhere if you do not apply it. He thinks- and makes a mental note to discuss things with Pluto later. And there he is. "Atticus- due to this weather, my cubs are becoming weaker. I can heal wounds, not this." He confesses, briefly glancing at Iron, and Fifer catching his eyes.


    Vader goes on the defense, turning with a whisk of his cape to the sable. "Are you suggesting there is something mentally wrong with my children?"