Open LITTLE WHITE LOTUS // sick?

[serpentberry]

Serpentberry wavers in the sunlight. It's warm, warmer than the moons of leafbare in the least, and the breeze ruffles her fur with ease. Many sunrises ago she would revel in this comfort, this ability to breathe freely and explore without worrying over frostbite. But something siezes in her chest and has been for a bit now. Her lips held shut over the predicament as if stuck by sap, and now it bubbles in her throat, begging to be coughed up. Perhaps she should've said something sooner, taken something sooner - but the molly feels dizzy in the moment and cannot will herself to find the frustration.

She hears buzzing in her ears and denotes it to the kittenish tones of one of her children, and with gritted teeth paws @thistlekit away. "Not - not now, little love." As if the words themselves open the gates, the molly sputters a heaving cough, eyebrows pinching together as she catches her breath. She hacks nothing up, but it is still startling if not confusing given her rather healthy demeanor as of late. Her tail raps against the ground, ears folding back. The stickiness in her throat and chest still hasn't alleviated.

"Oh, great StarClan..." she mumbles, paw scuffing the ground uselessly.

 

[rowanpaw]

☼ Rowanpaw had been silently focused on cleaning out her nest, when suddenly, she hears something– something wrong. Something she should not be hearing. Immediately, she dips out of the medicine cat's den, ears flicking to locate the noise, eyes scanning the camp. To her surprise, she sees Serpentberry with her ears pinned back, tail beating the ground as if the very earth had somehow wronged her. She mumbles something under her breath that Rowanpaw doesn't hear, and she hurries over, eyes wide and full of worry.

"Serp– mother, what's wrong?" She says softly, hurriedly, hoping Thistlekit doesn't hear and so doesn't worry too. They're too young to worry– although much older than she was when her birth mother was sick. "Do you need anything…?" She asks, going through her mental list of herbs, all of them useless– no one had come to them with a cough before.

What was she supposed to do…? Her heart settles somewhere in her throat, and though she tries to force it down again, she has little luck. She is afraid; she is very afraid. Serpentberry had saved her, given her purpose, chosen to be her mother– was this Rowanpaw's fault? Her fault for accepting, for trying to rebuild a family she never really got to have, for being greedy? Or maybe all daughters curse their mothers.

creator, you destroy me

you know my hunger well.

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  rowanpaw, 11 moons, thunderclan apprentice
  russet furred she-cat, lawful neutral
  healing and soft powerplay allowed

 

[THUNDERFLASH]

He hears it just as Rowanpaw does- eyes shift and turn towards the other end of camp, and his ears flatten against his head. Thunderflash is slower in approaching, head tilted forward as the brash warrior looks on at his friend. His closest friend, he thinks, beyond the ghost that haunts him. His eyes shift towards Serpentberry's daughter, then back towards Serpentberry herself. "C'mere, Thistlekit." He urges, settling down close, but not close enough to be sharing the air, trying to get his friend's kit off of her so Rowanpaw can take a better look.

"Quite th' rattlin' y' got goin' on, Serp." Thunderflash says. There isn't much point trying to hide it from Thistlekit, though he doesn't know that was Rowanpaw's angle. His head leans down, nudging the mentioned kit gently to sit down between his front paws. "Caught somethin' nasty?" He, himself, had a tickle of doubt in his stomach- but it was just a sickness, and Serpentberry had relatively good health otherwise. Nothing to worry about. Right?

___________________ YOU'VE GOT MY BODY ☆ FLESH AND BONE, YEAH ___________________

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty one moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.