Open Camp TC a spoonful of sugar // nursery visit

[rowanfeather]

☆ If Rowanfeather could, she wouldn't go to the nursery at all. These days it filled her with a strange kind of heaviness, one she'd much rather live without. But with Dewshine's new kits and the trio she'd taken on as her younger siblings, she couldn't exactly stay away. Her personal feelings were secondary to her duties as a healer. So now she finds herself padding towards the nursery, dipping her head as she enters. The kits are all there, mostly, some more familiar than others. Echokit in particular had been ever present as of late, fetching her for one reason or another.

She takes a deep breath, pulling her features into a gentle smile, "kits of Thunderclan…!" she calls, tone mock official and with a hint of amusement. "I've come to talk to you all about something very important… if I could have your attention, please…"

She wraps her tail around her paws, giving them a moment to notice her and flick their little ears in her direction. "It's getting colder outside, isn't it? And with coldness comes illness… It's my duty as medicine cat to heal you all, but I can only do that if I know you're sick. So I thought we'd have a little lesson today on how to know if you're starting to get sick– that way we can nip it in the bud, and you won't risk getting any of your friends or siblings sick too," she pauses, unpleasant memories of her own sick littermates flashing. "Now, does anyone have any questions?"

☆ ROWANPAW. 14 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - kits will b kits so feel free to derail this however u see fit if u want to<3

 

[Pineconekit]

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⸙ PINECONEKIT ⸙

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Little Pineconekit found her rest disturbed once more. With the new litter and the overcrowded nursery being a constant bundle of movement and noise, finding a quiet moment to rest seemed almost impossible. And when it finally happened, a new set of paws walked into the space, disturbing the one moment of silence Pineconekit could find.

The dark furred kitten glared at the newcomer and only furrowed her brow further when she realised who had just walked in. Out of all the cats, why'd it have to be her? For a moment, she wanted to stomp out of the nursery and avoid the healer altogether, but Boarthorn's words echoed in her mind. It wasn't her fault, she reminded herself as she put her claws away, which she had only then realised were scratching at the dirt. Maybe Rowanfeather wasn't as bad, maybe Pineconekit only needed to get to know her more. She was willing to try at least.

Relaxing her muscles, she tucked her paws beneath herself and stared at Rowanfeather, maybe a bit too intensly, but that was beyond her caring. The healer spoke and she angled her ears, but spoke nothing. She would speak when the healer deserved her voice, but not before. Perhaps Pineconekit hadn't let go of her grudge just yet... but maybe soon she could.

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☘︎ OOC: n/a​

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[SUNKIT SUNKIT]

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A visit from the medicine cat is a rare thing, indeed. She is a creature summoned by misfortune, caught by a kit as carefree as Sunkit only in distant glimpses. An enigma, confined to the strange walls of the nursery. But now, Rowanfeather arrives with words both regal and tinged with something light.

Sunkit stands at attention on wobbly paws, tiptoed to appear more proper in the face of an important cat with an important message. She speaks of illness; of course she would, such is the world that she has entrenched herself in. She is much unlike him, a kit lost in a world of play. But questions, too, are a sort of game, and he has always liked to prod things until they reveal themselves to him. This simple gives him a more direct chance to do so, better than simply peering with curious eyes at those kits who know more of sickness and hidden places. "Oh! Oh! I have one!" Fae chirrups, voice bright and eager.

Bouncing lightly on his toes, he mulls over her very important words. "Does the sickness - the illness come from the coldness? Or is it something else? Does the cold not like us, so it makes us sick? That's - that'd be mean," he muses aloud. Cold means sick - but sick doesn't mean cold, so it doesn't make much sense. His nose wrinkles lightly in confusion.

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SUNKIT

THUNDERCLAN KIT
✦ he / fae, genderqueer tom
✦ 5 moons old, ages on the 1st
✦ npc x npc, littermate to moonkit

SPEECH & INTERACTION

penned by saturnid

 

[Olivekit Olivekit]

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Olivekit pulls away from her mother for a moment, her parent's litter had been massive and had taken quite the toll on poor Dewshine. Five littermates that cling to their mother, Primrosekit seemed the most driven of them all --- but Olivekit wasn't one to allow her siblings to take the spotlight over her. She was still a mere worm, wriggling next to her mother like a sad sack of potatoes. She lets out a pitiful meow as she distances herself for a moment, looking at the medicine cat. The scent of her pelt is familiar, the same that had helped her mother bring her to this world safely.

Wide amber eyes stared at the medicine cat, her voice feeling far too small among the other kits in the nursery --- older and able to move more. Instead, she watches, cautiously. Her eyes stay focused on Rowanfeather, but she lets the older kits take the center stage for asking the medicine cat questions.

YOU TAKIN' MORE THAN A BIT ⸙ BUT I CAN HANDLE THE HIT

• ooc
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  some part of me is

  incomplete

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• OLIVEKIT she/they/it
  ♡ a longhaired ticked lilac tabby with blazing amber eyes
  ♡ kit of thunderclan
  ♡ 01 moons; ages on the xxth of every month
  ♡ daughter of copperstorm x dewshine
  ♡ sister of boarthorn, saltpaw, icekit, leveretkit, primrosekit, nettlekit, butterflykit, plumkit, squirrelkit
  ♡ speech thought attack
  ♡ peaceful & healing powerplay allowed

 

[FALSEKIT]

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At the jingle-like sound of their older sister's call, Falsekit stalked slowly over. They were aware of the adoptive relationship that bound them together, as tenuous as it could be, but they still regarded her as a bristling beast did to an unknown force. Still, the kitten took his seat, a few mouse-lengths away from the other heaving bodies of warmth and fur. Pointed ears twitched idly as he listened to the rest of their denmates chatter on about sickness, like they grappled through a sea heavied in darkness, grasping at something vaster than their understanding. Eyebrows knitted at Sunkit's proposition of the illness arising from the cold, though he did not disagree with fae. It made sense, at least to their young and burgeoning mind. After all, why would more cats get sick in the wintertime? Then again, it did not account for those that got sick in green-leaf...

They waited for a few seconds more, learning that many did not take an interruption of their stream of speech very well. When none piped up, he would lilt his head upwards, ever-so-slight to face Rowanfeather's own molten gaze. "... Does anything make you more likely to get sick? So I can avoid doing it. Also, what should I feel if I start to get sick?" The fawn tortoiseshell craned their head to the side, greyish-blue widened in genuine inquisition, as if steeped by the wonder of the world around them. They had seen what wrested through Faithkit, with her coughs wracked from feeble throat, echoing through their own eardrums. They needed to stay stronger, healthier, better that what befell her sister. For Faithkit's sake, of course.

OOC.

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FALSEKIT​

—— AMAB Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
—— Kitten of Thunderclan / Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithkit & Thornkit
—— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
—— Outwardly, Falsekit is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
—— Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.​

Penned by TEMPEST

 

[rowanfeather]

☆ The first to pose a question is Sunkit, who asks where the sickness comes from, and then Falsekit speaks up, somewhat tentative in his tone. Rowanfeather smiles softly.

"The illness doesn't come from the cold, no," Rowanfeather replies. "But in leafbare, our bodies get weaker because we have less food to eat. That makes us more vulnerable to things like a cough. Hm… think of it like this," she says, and in the dirt in front of her she draws roots and a sprout with her claw. "During newleaf and greenleaf, plants tend to grow a lot," she makes the sprout bigger– "because there's plenty of sunlight and other things for it to use. But during leafbare, plants can wilt," she wipes the plant away– "wilting is like illness, in that way. It wears down your body. But if you have strong roots, and someone who will tend to you…" she draws the plant once more– "then you will bloom again."

She turns to Falsekit, "unfortunately, there isn't always much we can do, especially during leafbare. Not enough prey and the cold makes us vulnerable to illness, but it's not something we can make go away…" she sighs, then flicks an ear. "As for the second question, that's actually the main thing I wanted to talk to you all about— how to know if you're sick. The earlier you tell me, the quicker you'll get better."

Her eyes sweep over the gathered kits. "Your throat might start to hurt, and you might start coughing a lot– you might start coughing stuff up, too, something a bit like slime. You might start to feel hot even when it's so cold outside. It might feel hard to breathe too, and it might start to sound a little weird– like wheezing, almost. It could be that you feel just one of these things, but I still want you to tell me. It's better to be safe than sorry during leafbare."

Softening, she looks around again. "Any other questions?"

☆ ROWANPAW. 18 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc -

 

[Victorypaw]

victorykit;

if you're gonna hit me, hit me harder

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Victorykit eyed Rowanfeather curiously. She'd never had direct contact with the healer, and she never intended on needing her services. She didn't plan on ever getting sick, or hurt. She'd be too strong as a warrior for that. She did suppose it was good to equip herself with extra knowledge, though. Just in case.

She listened to the explanation about the body wilting like plants and offered a small nod of understanding. For a brief second, she thought of Fawnkit, and the questions she would ask, but she remembered with a frown that Fawnpaw was an apprentice already, and probably didn't get kit lessons about getting sick. She forced herself to take a breath. More knowledge would make her a better warrior.

"So we need to make sure the clan is well fed, and we'll all be less likely to get sick? So we just hunt more,"

that seemed easy enough.

you better knock me out the first time

Victorykit

— thunderclan kit
— she/her
— chocolate tortie, white paws, green eyes

"speech"

, 'thoughts', action

 

[Nettlekit]

NETTLEKIT
THEY/HE
2 MOONS
THUNDERCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT

Nettlekit listened worriedly as Rowanfeather explained how sickness worked, how leaf-bare meant they were more likely to feel sick. He didn't like the idea of sickness, but she seemed to think it was rather important that they knew. He fretted over the listing of symptoms, trying to recall if anyone had been exhibiting those signs lately.

"Are there... lots of types of sick?" he asked. "Like big brother... he had to go get herbs from you. Was he sick too? I don't..." He thought long and hard about it. "I don't remember him coughing or stuff. What kinda sick is he?"

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OOC: He's referring to Boarthorn's injury from the battle, lol

 

[Anemonekit's icon Anemonekit Anemonekit]

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It's another strange face to greet them in the nursery today. Absolutely no one refers to this unknown cat by name, so neither will Mulberry. These Thunderclanners were so. . . odd; to expect anyone to know everyone's names just like that. The brown-and-white kit sticks to his nest far from the conversation about sickness and even farther from prying eyes. Still, he listens in to what is being said despite not actively participating by asking questions.

Sickness, huh. . . Mulberry flicks an ear, gaze drifting down to his paws. This cat speaks of illness like it could be the end of the world for them, and perhaps it may as well be. Though, everything to these cats seems like it could be the end of the world. . . He can't say his father ever made things sound so bad, is that a fault of his, or was Mulberry just too young to know the bad things about life?

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MULBERRY

ROGUE KITTEN
he / they, demi-boy
05 moons old, ages on the 20th.
npc x npc
SPEECH // THOUGHTS // INTERACTION

penned by nocthymia