FrostClan Camp

[Kat]

Cedarwing

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Cedarwing looked at Ravenslash, dutifully standing guard. Cedarwing admired the warrior, he was always so ready to take on any assignment. He took a deep breathe, and went towards Seastar's den. Pushing through the ferns that covered the entrance to the leaders den, he looked in to see Seastar grooming herself. "You wanted to speak with me?"

[Seafeather]

Seastar

"Yes," she flicked her tail for Cedarwing to sit down. "It's about IvyClan. I want to double the patrols along their border, and make sure there is at least one apprentice with them at all times. Apprentices need to learn about fighting more than just practicing, they also need to feel the adrenaline and fear of a real fight." Seastar remembered the fight between her mother and a rogue cat. Seastar was caught in the middle of it, that's how she got her scar. "Also, if you have any suggestions on how to keep them at bay moreso than before, please tell me." Seastar took a bite of her mouse that sat below her. The woody scents flooded her mouth as she gazed at Cedarwing.

[//Sunneh// is FuMiNg]

Ashheart


Asheart sat in the center of the camp, her eyes narrowed into blue slits. She had been assigned to help the elders remove their ticks, and she was not happy about it. True, she had committed a pretty "serious" crime, but she was a young, growing cat! Why should she have to wait until the elders ate? And it was such a plump, delicous-smelling mouse. Grumbling to herself, she padded towards the medicine cat's den to fetch some mouse bile.

[Kat]

Cedarwing

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Cedarwing nodded to his leader.
"I will step up on IvyClan border patrols immediately." He thought for a moment about what she had said. "At the moment, I don't have any ideas besides doubling borders. If I think of anything, you're the first person I will come to."

[Seafeather]

Seastar

Seastar nodded to her deputy. He was a very trustworthy cat. She would trust him with her life. She got up quickly and trotted back over to her deputy. "I want to go on the next patrol that leaves tonight. I also want Ravenslash and Spottedwing to go with me. You stay here and guard the camp for any invasion please." Seastar turned away to get her warriors.

[.M.i.d.n.i.g.h.t.i.e.]

Ravenslash

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Ravenslash had heard his leader, and he nodded to her before she left. He meowed a hello to Spottedwing, and took up a position towards the clan entrance. That way, if any cat came in, he would deal with the intruder immediately. He shuffled his paws, feeling the awkward silence work its effects in the air. he cleared his throat, then spoke.

"Seastar is worried about an IvyClan attack. do you think there will be one?" he hoped this question wasn't too random, he didn't have much experience as a social cat. It was nothing like battle, which is almost always expectable. Socializing was different to him. He pricked his ears as a butterfly flew by.

[Kat]

Cedarwing

Cedarwing was not feeling well.
He awoke in the middle of the night, his mouth tasting like death. His vision was foggy, and he knew something was terribly wrong.
He painfully pulled himself onto his paws, and stumbled from the warrior's den to the medicine cat den. Smokeleaf was sleeping in a mound of smoky grey fur at one end.
"Smokeleaf," he murmured, feeling too horrible to speak any louder. "Smokeleaf I think I'm sick."

[fαllεη •]

The she-cat's low snores reverberated around the den, a faint indication that, yes, she was still breathing thank-you very much. It took the first whisper to break her from sleep, and the second to realise who was speaking. 'Cedarwing. StarClan's fur, what could he want at this hour?' Yawning hugely -away from Cedarwing, of course- she was on her feet as fast as those bones would carry her. Sick, he'd said. 'And he chose this time of night to do it?' "If you're going to vomit, take it outside the camp," she answered automatically, feeling the same twist in her stomach that usually accompanied the vomiting-sickness. Quickly rubbing her eyes to ward off the sleep that curled around her head, she stepped closer, and gestured to the tom to follow her into the camp, where the light was better. 'Eyes first,' she thought, then vocalised the statement, so that Cedarwing would know why she was peering into those amber-coloured orbs of his. It wasn't just the pupil you had to examine, she thought (staving off sleep with one paw), but also the iris and the whole area around the eye. Discharge from the nose and mouth indicated potential poisoning, as did an unsteady walk. She grimaced as she thought about having to ask him about his stool: years of serving her clan like this, and she'd never felt at ease with the questions.
Oh StarClan, how she disliked the word 'sick'. It was a phrase she'd never been fond of: it was too ambiguous, and ranged from stomach pain to head-aches, both of which could have different causes and therefore different treatments.

"What kind of sick?" Smokeleaf's voice was carefully low: the last thing she needed was for everyone else to wake up and see what was going on. 'Should've kept him in the den until morning, mousebrain,' she berated herself. 'Don't want to give everyone else in the clan what he's got.' "Stomach-sickness? Head-ache? Muscle pain? Can't see properly?"
Smokeleaf wasn't going to beat around the bush, and part of her was carefully monitoring the tom's every move. Slow to answer: poisoning again. Too quick indicates nervousness. 'He'd better not throw up on me. I warned him once.'

[Kat]

Cedarwing

"It doesn't...I'm not going to throw up." Cedarwing murmured. He clumsily laid down, tired and dizzy. "It feels like... I can't see straight... and my throat feels weird." He closed his eyes, wishing for the dreadful feeling to go away. "And my head hurts. And my muscles are sore." Cedarwing thought for a moment more, think of what else could be wrong. But he couldn't think straight, and the only thing more he said was "I'm tired."

[//Sunneh// is FuMiNg]

Ashheart

Ashheart awoke staring up at the sky, her entire body aching. The stars were nothing but shining blurs, and when she blinked, her eyes didn't improve. Swaying slightly, Ashheart got to her paws and staggered to the medicine cat den. It took a moment for her brain to register that Cedarwing was there too, looking just as sick as Ashheart was.
"Foxdung," she cursed, then everything went dark.

[.M.i.d.n.i.g.h.t.i.e.]

Ravenslash

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Ravenslash watched as his clanmates succumbed to this weird sickness going around. He sighed, and started to scold himself. What kind of warrior was he?! He let his clanmates get hurt! And, what if they didn't survive? They all looked poisoned.

Ravenslash closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't blame himself for this. There was nothing anyone can do to prevent one cat from getting sick, other then normal hygiene. What struck him strange was that he hadn't contracted this weird disease. "hmm, what have I done different then everyone else?" He wondered silently to himself. "I went hunting, I've guarded camp, everything else a normal warrior does." As he went through a mental replay of his day, he remembered Ashheart and Cedarwing departing to go get drinks. Where did they get their water? Ravenslash had a drink from a stream farther then the common one next to the camp. Could that be?...

Ravenslash's ice blue eyes narrowed as he padded through the entrance out of camp. He would solve this problem! As he trotted towards the stream, he felt a little thirsty. Deciding to be a test subject for his hypothesis, he lapped up only one small tongue-full of stream water. It didn't taste funny whatsoever, nor did it smell. He lapped up a few more swallows, then padded along the bank of the brook, looking for signs of anything out of the ordinary.

[Seafeather]

Seastar

Seastar woke in her den. She had the chills. Her vision was funny and her stomach ached. Deciding that it was better if she was quarantined and humbled than if she got the whole clan sick, she went to see Smokeleaf. She would take care of her.

Seastar walked into the den seeing two other cats lying in the medicine den. Oh no! Seastar said to herself. Seastar told everything to Smokeleaf who had her sit down and take juniper berries for her stomach ache and chills.

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Smokeleaf cursed, rather colourfully, under her breath. She hadn't wanted to assume that Cedarwing had gone and eaten some rotting fresh-kill or something equally stupid, but if he couldn't see straight... She carefully took another look at his eyes. Runny, just as she'd thought. If she wasn't mistaken, this was going to end like... like, well, in a dung-heap. She didn't need to tell him to wait: the poor tom looked happy enough to collapse into a lump on his own. He clearly hadn't eaten death-berries: that was something she hoped she could trust him not to do. But she wasn't going to get the yarrow out: if he was suffering now, whatever he'd eaten would already by digested. Still...
"Stay awake, Cedarwing," she muttered. " I need you to tell me what you ate today... yesterday," she corrected, noting the placement of the moon. Then she heard a curse behind her and turned in time to see Ashheart collapse like a mouse bladder with a hole in it. She looked even worse off than Cedarwing: her eyes were a runny mess, and her nose was starting to run too --if there was one good thing about working by moonlight, it was that liquids always showed up first. 'Foxdung,' she snarled to herself, unconsciously echoing the warrior's statement. Dashing back into the den, operating on scent alone, she collected the herbs that first came to mind. 'Yarrow. No question there. Snakeroot, obviously. Whatever these stupid cats have eaten, it's not doing them any good.' The white flowers were bundled onto a leaf. 'Chervil for the stomach cramps... No pain-killers; the chervil will do enough.' As an afterthought, she bundled chickweed onto the leaf, then dragged it into the clearing, organizing the herbs into quick, neat portions: two bite-sized bundles for each cat. "Here," She shoved the leaf containing a yarrow bundle under Cedarwing's nose. "Eat that first, then the other one." She ripped the leaf in half and shoved the second bundle, containing chickweed, chervil and snakeroot, slightly behind the first but close enough for even a bleary-eyed cat to see. "The first will make you vomit, so get some strength together and take it out of the camp. You'll sleep when you're done or when you're dead, and the latter isn't likely to be tonight." 'I hope.'
Leaving the two bundles by him, she took the second two back to Ashheart. "Great StarClan, help me," she whispered, unconsciously. If Cedarwing was looking bad... She shook of her fears.
"Wake up!" she snapped in Ashheart's ear, shaking her violently with one paw on her shoulder. "This is no time to be lazy!"

((OOC: Had to write this in twenty minutes, sorry >>; I'm trying not to power-play here, so just tell me if I'm doing anything wrong ^^;))

[//Sunneh// is FuMiNg]

Ashheart

Asheart awoke to Smokeleaf hissing in her ear.
"Wake up! This is no time to be lazy!"
Biting back a rude retort, the cinder-colored warrior weakly rose to her haunches. Her usually strong hind legs were shaky and unsteady. Half-way hunched over, Ashheart stared blurrily at Smokeleaf.
Drool leaked out of the corner of Ashheart's muzzle, and her throat was constricted, making it difficult to talk, or even breathe.

[Kat]

Cedarwing

Cedarwing looked unhappily at the bundle of herbs as Smokeleaf's words rang in his ears. Vomit... bleh. Not his idea of fun. However, he felt sick and Smokeleaf had to know what she was doing. He carefully grabbed the bundle of herbs and stumbled towards the entrance of the den, tripping over Ashheart on the way. "Sorry," he mumbled around the herbs. He still couldn't see well, and slowly zig-zaged towards the camp entrance. Once he was a good ways away from the camp, he ate the herbs. The results were immediate. It made him feel a little better, and he got back to Smokeleaf's den faster than he had left.
He wasn't quite sure what the second bundle of herbs was supposed to do, but he ate it without hesitation. He had complete faith in the wise medicine cat.