Open Camp SkyClan Cirrus in light you lie (Cumulus in dark you vow) || Sun-bathing

[Ptarmigankit Ptarmigankit]

{$title} Following treatment from Swallowbreeze, Ptarmigan is finally starting to recover and is spending some time sunbathing in camp!

———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦

It had been... 17 days since Ptarmigan found this place. While they still had more time to recover, remaining firmly in the medicine den made them feel rather cramped and antsy. Small spaces unnerved them, but Swallowbreeze agreed fresh air would help their chest, but not to go far.

So, they set up comfortably right by the medicine den, they wouldn't do anything to make themself feel worse, though anything they could have didn't feel particularly appealing. They were simply content. For the first time in a very long time, they felt like they could breathe without a wheeze, and while they still couldn't seem to stop this pestering congestion, it was better than it had been.

Under the sun, it wasn't painful, not like they were sweating out the little water they retained, and even if they had been, cats had been very kindly bringing them water. And food! That first mouse they had to be warned not to eat so fast, but the hunger in their belly was hard to ignore. But that was gone now. They were just... Content. Comfortable. Safe...

The semblance of a smile tugging at their lips fell with that thought. It had been a lovely couple of weeks. They felt almost ashamed to admit it, they had a duty to their colony, but they felt safer here than they ever did at home. Cats looked at them with kind eyes and warm smiles. It was a foreign concept at first, a smile without a price. Kindness without a debt. Even now, there was an unsettled feeling, like any moment they would have the nest pulled from under them. Expected to pay back what they owed and be cast out to return to their colony.

That feeling made their stomach turn, maybe... Maybe they should go before they're forced to. Make it easier on everyone, especially for those who had seemed to grow atta-

A presence in their vision made their racing mind stop in their tracks, craning their head up to see a clan member. "Oh, hello. I-I'm not in your way am I?" Immediately, they grew nervous, thinking they had blocked something important off. Why else would someone approach them?

——— Now you're lying face down.

You blend into the background. ———

• chikky parm sat in the sun come and say hello to the less plagued baby
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  Ptarmigan
  ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
  ✦—They/He/She
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
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[Denpaw]

The blue tabby approached the sick little thing of a kit with intent. It wasn't always that a foreigner with perhaps some unknown illness came by. Lately, they have been lucky with illnesses. Denpaw had almost not seen anything like that around Skyclan. Most of the cats that ended up in the medicine den were victims of nasty wounds at worst, and at best just minor scrapes. And Denpaw was surely excited to see what could possibly be up with the little kit.

He heard many things about the kit, mostly voices that were very kind and worried by him. It wasn't like Denpaw didn't care for the kit. He hoped they would be alright. Yet, what drove him was pure curiosity.

"Uh, me? No, not at all." Denpaw shrugged, looking with attentive and curious eyes at Ptarmigankit. "What do you have? Do you know?" His eyes sparkled with scientific interest. "Do you still have a fever?"

Denpaw put a paw to the kit's small nose, a small moment of silence as if he was assessing something. "Hm, you seem better," he decided, barely allowing the small cat room to reply. "Did you take any herbs?"

Finally, the apprentice sat down, allowing Ptarmigan some room to breathe and answer his many questions.

_____________I’M A COWARD, ☆ I'M CORRODING _________________

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  thoughts
  
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  Art by Lavs!
  

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• DENPAW he/him, skyclanner, 7 moons.
  ☆ A tall and soft-looking blue classic tabby with low white and deep blue eyes.
  ☆ Mentored by No one
  ☆ No family
  ☆ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ Color = aquamarine
  ☆ Penned by draculaelliot ↛ draculaelliot on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[DUSKPOOL]

DUSKPOOL​

Wooly plumage flickered, starin' at the small fry with a soft iris, mullin' over days past while half the clan went off to the gatherin'. He sighed softly, shakin' out obsidian wool to settle a length from the pipsqueak. "Hey now, no need to overwhelm the kiddo." He rumbled to Denpaw, hard brow raised in muted amusement. Reckon it goes to say just how curious their youngsters are becomin'. He winced inwardly at the trouble the lot of 'em would get into durin' their apprenticehood.

"Enjoyin' the sun, now, eh?" His head dipped in Ptarmigan's direction. "Reckon Swallowbreeze done good in helpin' ya." His scarred lips quirked subtly.

we're only haunted by the things we refuse to accept

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  DUSKPOOL he/him a storm carved in flesh and smoke, duskpool towers with the bulk of a maine coon and norwegin forest cat. his wooly black pelt bristles with ghost-stripes and scars—old wounds etched like lightning through dusk. one copper eye burns like molten steel and the other a mangled ruin of war. every step is heavy, thunderous—war-born, death-burdened, and unflinchingly alive.
  
  ᯓ★ senior warrior of skyclan (sun guard during coffeestar's reign)
  ᯓ★ brother to outlawbite & thistlestrike, half-brother to flowercloud
  ᯓ★ eighty-three moons; ages on the 1st of every month
  ᯓ★ speech thought action
  ᯓ★ peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[Ptarmigankit Ptarmigankit]

———————————— You're not meant to sing along, it isn't that kind of song. ✦

They blinked once, then twice, then again. It was one thing for another young cat - or, well, apprentice Tawnybeam had told her - to approach her. It was a whole different thing that they blatantly asked what they were sick with. She didn't take it with offence, but with curiosity.

"That is a rather peculiar way to greet someone." They tilted their head, ears flopping to the side. "Just a flu I think Swallowbreeze said. I'm small, and it's hard to fight it without rest and herbs." It was mostly a parroting of what she had told them; they knew much about plants and sickness, but it was a genuine shock that rest was needed to shake an illness. All their life, they had been told that hard work to sweat out the sickness was the sure-fire way.

She went to speak, only for the strange apprentice to put a paw to their nose, making their words die on their tongue. Though the tickling of fur made her eyes water, before sneezed into her paws with a congested-sounding grumble. "Better, but not healthy." She huffed tiredly, she knew it took time, but being under the weather more of her life than not made her antsy for the day she would shake this awful illness and get to what cats their age were meant to do!

Though the stranger inquired about the herbs, they had to pause and recall the concoction they were fed. "Well... It was mostly tansy, 'cause it helps with coughs and my sore throat, but she used lavender and dandelion for my fever. It's a shame to have to take lavender, I prefer it for its scent but it's helped me a lo-" They drawled on, only for another voice to interupt.

Ptarmigan really had to crane their neck this time, a warrior - grown cat - addressed them this time. "It's okay, Mister, I like plants." She nodded to herself moreso. "Mmhm, it's lovely to enjoy the sun without a fever, it's a nice sort of warm. Especially since I can go in the shade if it gets too hot." It was that sort of control Ptarmigan never had; it was a small thing in reality, being able to curl up back in the den if the sun grew uncomfortable. Fever, having racked their form for a while, had made that impossible for them.

——— Now you're lying face down.

You blend into the background. ———

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  Ptarmigan
  ✦—Future Skyclan Kitten | 4 moons
  ✦—They/He/She
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired sealpoint kitten with tired amber eyes.
  #94e4ae