Favorite worse mistake [Open; Check ups]

Canary, after a few minutes of fumbling with the organization of herbs in what was formerly Cloudcatcher’s den, heard a familiar voice humming in his ears, that of Buzzardpaw, the cat not much younger than himself who was training to be a medicine cat. It seemed that with the “disappearance” of his mentor, the day of his or Finchpaw’s promotion would come sooner than expected. Ghost, Canary’s own mentor, seemed to have faded out of the plane as well, leaving him lost, only knowing to trust the word of his parents regarding his medicine path.

But the more time he spent in the meadows, the more optimistic he became about what would come as a result. No, he was not enjoying it, and Ghost’s leaving left a hole in his heart, but he knew that perhaps the apprentices could show him new ways as to how the forest cats treated their ill, ones that were not known before in the city. He wasn’t the most enthusiastic about getting friendly with forest cats, but he knew it was but a part of his duty as a member of BloodClan to support their allies.

“Gee, it’s bright,” the caramel tom muttered. He was used to the sun being masked in murky smoke clouds or rain showers pelting the roof of the red house BloodClan called home, and squinted his eyes at the sudden rush of sunlight as he stepped out of the den. His gaze reached Buzzardpaw, who seemed far more interested in Canary’s assignment than Canary was. “By golly I’m ready to gouge my last eye out.” His image of Cedar was blurred, but he did look eerily similar to Baxton. The pain still seared, but poppy seeds and marigold toned it down for him. He was glad that he still garnered the opportunity to strengthen ties in spite of his horrid injury. Now, where his right eye used to be, a makeshift eyepatch of cobwebs covered the bloody socket.

He sat by Buzzardpaw, flashing a small grin towards the apprentice before returning to his tired, reluctant state.

Sauntering through the windclan camp, Two rats tangled from his heavily scarred jaws. He had just returned from the city for the second time, his legs shivered from the physical exertion but his walk gave no information of the sort. He looked ready to take on an army, his tail hung half-way up, his heavy paws thudded the unfamiliar terrain with callus-covered pads that were only conditioned for concrete, not the irritating green blades that slipped between his toes and made him drag them along the ground to relieve the maddening itch.

The familiar sound of the windclan healer's voice met his ears, he tilted his head upward to see his son sitting beside his ally. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make his stomach twist into a daring knot. Bloodclan would have to re-establish fear, even in their allies. For the lamb to find comfort at the side of the lion, was sour on the tyrant's tongue. Disgusting at best, but oddly comforting. Not all monsters find comfort in the fear of their victims, some, speculate on an idea of friendship with their allies. Something in which could be easily suggested with Caledon himself, being here. Risking his life among his sick allies. He wondered who would approach him during his stay.

Approaching the two healers, Caledon dropped the rats by their paws. "Give these to who need it most" he suggested before walking a few pawsteps away and lowering himself down onto his side to rest.

MORNINGFROST

❝But if there is no name to love, everything has changed❞

TAGS & PLOT ☆彡since the blue tabby hadn't caught the sickness, he didn't see fit to properly approach. he didn't particularly trust medicine or the way of herbs, although, ironically enough, he did slightly believe in the religion behind the title. he remained thoughtfully distant, casting a bright eyed glance to the nursery. he wondered if she'd show up on her own accord, or if he'd have to drag her out, himself. depended on her mood, he supposed, but he found himself approaching the establishment, at any rate, and peeking slightly in. brightmoon, there's checkups being called for. he actually didn't know what to say to her, so he stood calmly waiting, posture rather rigid for the social call.

narvi.

A soft groan came from the apprentices' den moments after Buzzardpaw's call echoed across camp. Check-ups were an important part of clan life. Since leaf-green was now in full bloom, there was a distinct lack of illnesses, though injuries from training were still common at times. Warmth and life flooded the moor WindClan called home, meaning an abundance of prey and exercise, leaving their warriors fit and healthy as horses. Most of them would pass this check with little to no issues. Unfortunately, a certain apprentice was not among those few.

Slithering out of the corner of the den came the black spotted tom, giving a sheepish grin through eyes that betrayed his discomfort. Exhaling with an 'oof', he moved forth to join the small group forming around the medicine cat apprentice. It would be no surprise to anyone to see yellow specks along Cowpaw's lips, the scent of dandelions coming from his pelt. One could only imagine the source of his mild pain from those few hints clinging to him. Luckily, curiosity was put at bay when he revealed, "Er, I might have eaten a few too many dandelions earlier." Cowpaw gave a light chuckle after admitting this, ears flicking among his Clanmates as he watched for Canary or Buzzardpaw to grant him an herb that would relieve his stomach.

^{— sleep seemed to be her best friend now and days, but it also left her wondering why she enjoyed it so much. she use to be so active, so in the now. but with the sickness that had taken over the clan, she seemed to have been effected, no matter though. she would listen to morningfrost as he called for her to get checked, slowly she got to her paws, finding her nest empty as her daughter seemed to be off on another adventure.}

^{most would say she was giving too much freedom to her little rabbit, but she ignored the words. she wanted her daughter to build confidence and be able to grow into who she wanted to be, keeping her locked up and chained to her seemed just wrong and overly protective. although she would fight within moments if it came to her daughter's safety.}

^{her limbs were stiff from the constant sleeping and the lack of blood flow to them, her stomach felt hollow as she had yet to eat today. exiting the nursery she purred with enthusiasm towards her friend, "thank you for getting me morningfrost, would you like to come with me?" company was something she seemed to crave, it fed her almost as well as food did.}

Canary offered a warm smile towards his father as he brought some fresh rats for the patients, his lone eye glinting with gratefulness. “Good morning, sir. Thank you, sir,” he mewed, his tone more formal than usual. He pushed the rats to his side to save for their arrivals. Then, he spotted Cowpaw, a cat who ate… dandelions? “Golly, are we really takin’ so much of your freshkill that you gotta munch on flowers to fill your bellies?” Canary wasn’t genuinely concerned, but pitied WindClan quite a bit upon learning of what he assumed to be their current diet. Still, wild rabbits were scrumptious, and the kits at BloodClan loved them. “Some juniper berries should do the trick. Do we got any, Buzzardpaw?” The caramel tom shifted towards Cloudcatcher’s den before a sickly obsidian kit caught his attention.

The child quickly collapsed, leaving Canary wide-eyed and in shock at what was happening. “S-StarClan!” Visions of his brother flashed in his mind, but he quickly shook them away. But this was on thing he didn’t know how to treat. Hesitantly, he approached the shaking kit and crouched by him, shuddering at the thought of him sharing an illness with the bony Tetris. “Can you breathe slowly? Can you speak?”

//Mobile n crappy sorry h

Cowpaw's sheepish grin remained as Canary took a few steps towards him. He didn't miss the intrigued shimmer in the tom's eyes, though it was not something he paid immense attention to. Cats had a tendency to be bewildered by his choices; it didn't bother him in the least. Nodding at the healer's assessment of his diagnosis, the ebony spotted apprentice sat down with a deep exhale to soothe his belly. However, his dull tummy ache was soon pressed to the back of his mind as a kit stumbled forward with a great lack of coordination.

Leaping to his paws (an action he soon regretted as his stomach pierced him in pain), Cowpaw came over alongside Canary and Eaglespirit. "You okay, Jaguarkit?" fretted the male, eyes glossing with concern. His own discomfort could wait; Jaguar needed a healer far more urgently than he did!

RABBITKIT

"Gee," Canary huffed as Runningkit scattered up to supposedly protect his brother, and he could only shake his head as the kit protested against him trying to help Jaguarkit. "Well then, guess I could make like your so-called medicine cat and leave this kid to die, since I'm so much worse," the caramel tom drolled sarcastically as he swiftly fetched thyme for Jaguarkit from Cloudcatcher's den, offering it to the black tom with his paw. He offered a small smile, hoping to calm the child down. "You know an awful lot about herbs. Fixin' to be a medicine cat one day, huh?" At least this kid knew who he wanted to be; Canary hadn't the slightest idea of the path he wanted to take when he was a child. "Have any itchin' anywhere on your pelt?" Perhaps Jaguarkit was bitten by ticks, but Canary was inexperienced with the creatures and wasn't completely sure of their symptoms.

MORNINGFROST

❝But if there is no name to love, everything has changed❞

TAGS & PLOT ☆彡he clearly hadn't thought that far ahead, and has she asked him to accompany her, he couldn't find a good reason to decline. his dislike of herbs was growing by the second, it seemed. gently sighing, the blue tabby would offer a gentle shrug, and a bland half smile. of course, and you can even lean on me, if need be, he purrs, a contradiction to his internal emotions, and the look in his eyes. and you can come with us, little rabbitkit.