TW: Sensitive Content Private snap, crackle, pop / PONYPAW

[TIGERFOOT]

Tigerfoot hadn't dealt with pneumonia in.. well, forever. He had a half-remembered day, close to the start of his apprenticeship, that had involved Meadowlark treating someone's respiratory infection, but that was it. He hadn't even really been involved, just stood to the side and observed. He'd been told what was being done but at the time? he'd been fairly new to Skyclan, getting used to a crippling injury, and didn't really know what was going on. You didn't focus on what coltsfoot was when your life was spiraling out of control.

He knew what to use to treat greencough, whitecough, whatever sniffle happened here and there, but pneumonia? he was guessing. Skyclanners didn't go swimming! They usually had the sense to stay out of the pouring rain, avoid hunting or vigorous exercise until it let off. It was times like this that he wished Meadowlark was still here. She'd always been able to help and reassure him, even just with her presence. It was a given that everything would be okay if she was there, he'd had no doubts in her. He was alone now, stuck putting on a brave face for both his apprentice and the one gasping and coughing beside him.

" It'll be alright. " Was Tigerfoot reassuring Ponypaw or himself? He wasn't entirely sure.

" Swallowpaw, please get the juniper, borage, and tansy. I need a decent amount of all of them. " He tried not to sound frantic but he couldn't really hear himself speak. He was too focused on the crackling of Ponypaw's breath, the ragged, harsh wheezing. He couldn't help but picture their lungs filling with fluid, suffocating her with each moment that passed. He wouldn't let that happen, obviously. He had to focus on the here and now.

" I need you to keep coughing, Ponypaw. I know it's uncomfortable, I'm sorry, but we need to get as much fluid out of your lungs as possible. "

@Ponypaw @SWALLOWPAW @flowercloud @Hawkstar (flower and hawk can be involved if wanted!)

 

[Ponywhistle]

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indentPonypaw lets out a high, pathetic whine. She had already coughed so much already! The repeated pressure is making her chest ache and burn. She doesn't want to do any more of it! Still, the way Tigerfoot spoke to her made it clear there wasn't another option. It was either get it all out of her lungs now, or live with this cough forever. Ponypaw takes a deep breath, and starts coughing.

indentIt feels different from coughing normally. Instead of just trying to clear her airway, she's having to make a conceited effort to get everything up and out. It's a little agonizing, but she eventually feels the phlegm rise through her windpipe, and she spits it onto the ground.
"Uhngh... gross..." It's disgusting, but It's progress.

indentPonypaw tries very hard to ignore how nervous Tigerfoot seems, but she can't seem to push it out of her head completely. Was her illness really that bad? Her mind runs in circles with thousands of worst case scenarios. Does Tigerfoot know how to treat something like this? Does he have all the supplies he needs? Maybe he's seen something like this before, but something really terrible happened to the cat that was sick, like some terrible death, and he's worried the same will happen to Ponypaw! She swallows, nervously. She can't worry about that right now. What had she always been told, when she began to worry like this in the past? 'Only worry about what you can control?'

indent She takes a beep, shuddering breath to calm herself.
"Tigerfoot?" She asks, voice quiet. "My chest really hurts. Is there anything you can do about it?"

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Ponypaw | 11 moons | Apprentice of Skyclan ababababbnihfibnfdifdhfhababa

 

[SWALLOWPAW]

ponypaw's coughs sounded eerily close to a heartbeat. it thumps and thumps as fluid expels from her struggling lungs, and swallowpaw feels herself grow uncomfortable while she sorts through the pitiful herb stock. they're not prepared for this kind of incident, but, she knows they have the herbs needed. she didn't have time to familiarize herself with the properties of anything, just the name and faces— but she's able to pluck out the juniper berries from one of the piles, then the rest.

"um… try these, ponypaw. sorry… the berries got kinda mushed." she says quietly, nudging the pile of leaves over. "they should help with.. something..." her ears lower and she winces inwardly, that wasn't very helpful.

"i mean– your cough." she has to assume one of them will soothe the apprentice's throat, because it's all they can do for her right now.

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[Ponywhistle]

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indent "Thanks, Swallowpaw." The medicine cat apprentice seems nervous, but Ponypaw knows she's doing her best. She does her best to give Swallowpaw a bright smile, but she knows it's a weak display. Dutifully, she leans down to sniff the juniper berries- yuck! They smell like a pine tree got shoved up her nose. Still, Swallowpaw says they'll help, so Ponypaw eats them anyways. It takes her awhile to swallow down even the first berry. As she chews it, the berry's juices squeeze out into her mouth - gross! Now it feels like she's eaten a pine tree. She gags a bit, but manages to get it down her throat. Finally, it's out of her mouth! Now she just has to eat the rest of them.

indent It takes her awhile to get through the pile, but after a few minutes they're out of berries, and Ponypaw's white muzzle is lightly stained with the juices. It was pretty miserable, but Ponypaw does feel a bit better. The juice slid down her throat and coated the sides, soothing them.
"Ahh, that's nice..."

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Ponypaw | 11 moons | Apprentice of Skyclan ababababbnihfibnfdifdhfhababa