Open Camp TURN OUT THE LIGHTS [a miraculous cure]

[goldenrodkit]

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Their breathing has eased only slightly since they were first admitted to the medicine den; Goldenrodkit has begun to lose hope after two days of being fed stupid gross plants and having their constant sneezing and watery eyes ease only slightly. They wouldn't mind so much… if the medicine den wasn't so dull. How did Cicadabuzz stand to live in here for so long? How does Magpiepaw? Some kits might jump at the chance to be allowed inside the space, to see all the plants lining the walls and learn their uses. Goldenrodkit is, in contrast, not thrilled at all. They would much rather be outside, watching their clanmates pass by or chasing after innocent bugs. But instead they're trapped in here, with its oppressive lack of odor (or is it simply the kit being too congested to smell?) while they wait for Magpiepaw to deem them healthy enough to leave.

Finally, on a day when only one of their nostrils is clogged and their eyes aren't quite as squinted, the kit climbs out of their nest and actually speaks to the healer—along with anyone else in the vicinity. "Magpie," they say, having to remind themself halfway through that the healer's name is not the same as their littermate's and should not be shortened in the same way. She clears her throat, which feels scraped raw like she's been swallowing beetle shells, and turns golden eyes on the healer. "Feel—hmn—so much better. Healed." Her voice breaks, allowing a sharp sneeze through, before she swipes at her dripping nose and continues, "Go home now?"

OOC mentioned @Magpiepaw but no need to wait! if it wasn't clear… they are so faking it rn

GOLDENRODKIT

IT/THEY/SHE, KIT OF SHADOWCLAN
scruffy black and gold kit with orange eyes ; quiet and independent
chronic upper respiratory infections ; gravely voice & constant sniffles
cicadabuzz x wisteriastrike ; littermate to deathberrykit, elderkit, oleanderkit, centipedekit, maggotkit
peaceful powerplay allowed ; doesn't like physical contact
played by foxlore

 

[SABLESTAR]

SABLESTAR
he/him
sixty-three moons
shadowclan leader

PENNED BY gonkpilled

Sablestar had begun to frequent the den more often now with Cicada's injury leaving bug so fragile. It was easy to stay out of Magpiepaw's way, and the leader did not make it a habit to stay for very long either, however the number of times he appeared were far more than some of their Clanmates. Cicadabuzz was not universally liked among ShadowClan, that much was true. But it was undeniable how much their skill was weighed, the value bugs talents gave to their strength.

Goldenrodkit's phlegmy coughs had been enough to keep it in here, too. At the very least the kit was not as nest-ridden in comparison, Even as she croaks and wheezes out, insistence that she is recovered, Sablestar wishes Cicada had the strength returned to do the same. "Hmm... Might not be worth it yet. Your littermates might send you back here if you get your snot all over them." The tuxedo meowed as he swiped his paw over his whiskers.

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OOC:

 

[goldenrodkit]

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The kit doesn't get far before its request is answered by Sablestar. The leader has been coming to visit Goldenrodkit's parent, but the kit has never been bothered by his presence. That is, until now, when his presence becomes an obstacle to their bold lie and subsequent escape. For a few moments they hesitate, their mind turning over the idea of their siblings rejecting them when they return to the nursery with a snotty nose and sharp, rasping breath. But that can't be right, because Maggotkit had been so worried about them, not disgusted. Right? Bug would only want them to come back to Magpiepaw's den so they could get better—bug wouldn't be mad about their snot. And the rest of their littermates wouldn't care, right?

The kit takes a step toward the den's entrance, testing to see if Sablestar will truly stop them, or if he'll only try to talk them out of it. "Not true," it argues back to the older feline, golden-toned brows furrowing. The words are followed by a cough, aggravating the scratchiness of its throat and making it need to hack a couple times to clear it. "They like me. Wanna go." Stubbornly, its ears tilt back as it rejects the tom's assertion and instead takes another couple steps closer to the den's entrance. And if it is forced to try and disguise a sneeze behind its orange-patched paw, then nobody else needs to know.

OOC —

GOLDENRODKIT

IT/THEY/SHE, KIT OF SHADOWCLAN
scruffy black and gold kit with orange eyes ; quiet and independent
chronic upper respiratory infections ; gravely voice & constant sniffles
cicadabuzz x wisteriastrike ; littermate to deathberrykit, elderkit, oleanderkit, centipedekit, maggotkit
peaceful powerplay allowed ; doesn't like physical contact
played by foxlore