Stuck in a dream [Open; Check ups]

Polarkit trotted over, looking over at their medicine cat a bit warily as she approached. The she - kit peeked around briefly for any of her siblings or her father, but none were in sight yet. Polarkit gave Buzzardflight a curt nod and short smile before she sat before him, icy blue orbs staring into blue eyes, she said, "I think I'm pretty okay, except, actually, I've been sneezing a lot." She gave him an expectant look before two consecutive sneezes wracked the tiny kit's body.

The days were getting colder now, as to be expected this close to leafbare. Dawnkit had already seen some of the cats begin to suffer from the effects of this, developing minor colds and sniffles. As far as she could tell, she had been lucky to avoid getting a cold, at least for the moment anyways. As Buzzardflight called out for check-ups, she was quick to follow Polarkit over to the white tom. "Good morning, Buzzardflight!" She greeted warmly, sitting patiently to the side whilst he saw to her sister. "I think I'm okay, but it's always good to double check!"

^{[ marbled tabby bengal mix with milky blue blind eyes ] [ six moons ] [ male ] [ trad. windclan ]}

as buzzardflight's voice rang out, the marble tabby shuffled over and took a spot near the experienced medic- maybe this could be an opportunity to pick up on a few things. the first cat to appear in expectance of aid was polarkit; he had immediately recognized her when she spoke. was she okay? he couldn't help but feel a spark of fret as a trembling sneeze echoed from his clanmate. seeing a lot of cats that weren't feeling well was something he'd have to grow used to in addition to not appearing too alarmed when something was indeed dire as not to ignite distress in his patients.

dawnkit was next, but to the bengal mix's relief the fellow windclanner was without ailment.

"that's good to hear." he remarked to her with a flick of his heavily-marked, willowy tail. he couldn't help but briefly wonder what everyone looked like- something he often pondered since his peculiar starclan-sent dream in which he had gained sight. focus, he reminded himself. now was the time for him to absorb knowledge, not aimlessly wander through thought.

[ maybe they can tell swanpaw she is going deaf? c: ]

The small white she-cat was lounging comfortably in camp, despite the cooling weather. Every one kept talking about some snow? She wasn't really sure what it was but it seemed like something cool and that she wanted to see one day! But it wasn't a present concern as it wasn't falling yet so the thoughts of it quickly left her mind.

What caught her attention was the medicine cat (who, by the way, she looked just like) calling out for a "check-up". At least, that's what she thought he said. Her hearing had always been a little concerning. Unless someone basically yelled, Swanpaw could barely make out what they were saying. It was all fine - she lived her life just fine so she supposed it was normal.

Skinny legs carried her easily over to the group gathered and she sat close to Buzzardflight so she could hear whatever he was saying. "I think I'm good," she mumbled loudly. "But you can check me over if you'd like."

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♚ ･ﾟ: I HOPE THE SUN SHINES AND IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY —

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TAGS ☆彡the blue tabby wasn't a particularly good fan to medicine in general. he tended to stubbornly stay away from herbs in general, although why, he couldn't exactly say. evergreen oculars flicker in concern to polarkit, and almost unconsciously, he stands close, but not too close, to his daughters, ears flickered slightly forward, as if to hear if anything was wrong with them. personally, he'd probably deny a check up.

^{[ marbled tabby bengal mix with milky blue blind eyes ] [ six moons ] [ male ] [ trad. windclan ]}

hawkpaw heeded his mentor's instruction, moving a bit closer and proceeding to press an ear to polarkit's frame, initially missing his target and dipping his head into the empty air as he misjudged the distance between himself and the younger molly. he hadn't considered the challenges buzzardflight must face in his duties as a medicine cat- he was always a little too absorbed in his own shortcomings in relation to his blindness. he held still and listened carefully to his clanmate's breathing for a few moments. mousedung, what was a cat even supposed to sound like? it wasn't like he went around listening to sneezing cats' breathing on the regular. in fact, until now he'd generally kept his distance from others. it was slightly surreal hearing the blood coursing beneath another cat's pelt.

polarfrost

//pssst how bad is she supposed to sound? didn't wanna just make something up since idk if she's supposed to be getting sick or just allergies or what