100 bad days made 100 good stories [open, sickness prompt 2]
Jun 25, 2023 14:12:24 GMT -6
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Post by Milkspeckle on Jun 25, 2023 14:12:24 GMT -6
CW: emetophobia and child illness
Milkspeckle was worriedly counting through his herb stores once again and wondering if he had enough to waste on a potentially useless experiment to try to find the perfect combination of plants to cure the illness when he heard a cry of despair from outside the den. Immediately abandoning his thought process, he hurries to the exit to the medicine den and pokes his head past the ivy vines to look around for the source of the cry. His stomach dropped to his toes as he noticed a nearby queen crying and huddled over her kit, a kit that seemed lethargic and wobbled on its paws; he could also smell the acrid scent of stomach bile, presumably produced by the kit itself. He ducked back into the cave long enough to grab Willow Leaves and Watermint to ease the poor thing's suffering, as well as some Heather Nectar to sweeten the herb mixture enough for Milkspeckle to stand a chance at coaxing the child into eating it. As he noted the wary looks of his clanmates and the way they hung back as he rushed by, his blood boiled and he grit his teeth. "Get out of my way," he snapped at one lingering warrior, causing them to step back in surprise as he pushed passed and knelt next to the little kit, now recognizing them as 2 moons old Owlkit. "Here, sweetie, this will help you feel better, I promise," he soothed the kitten and weeping mother both, gently coaxing her into eating the Watermint and Willow Leaves, surreptitiously checking her eyes and nose for excess liquid and only finding tears of pain that he brushed away with a kind smile. As another cat approached him, he spoke up once more in a stern voice, "Don't touch the bile, I'll clean it up in a moment. Cover it with an old leaf so no one steps on it."
Feel free to play as any of these cats apart from Owlkit and Milkspeckle, they can be npcs or ocs, it's entirely up to you!
Milkspeckle was worriedly counting through his herb stores once again and wondering if he had enough to waste on a potentially useless experiment to try to find the perfect combination of plants to cure the illness when he heard a cry of despair from outside the den. Immediately abandoning his thought process, he hurries to the exit to the medicine den and pokes his head past the ivy vines to look around for the source of the cry. His stomach dropped to his toes as he noticed a nearby queen crying and huddled over her kit, a kit that seemed lethargic and wobbled on its paws; he could also smell the acrid scent of stomach bile, presumably produced by the kit itself. He ducked back into the cave long enough to grab Willow Leaves and Watermint to ease the poor thing's suffering, as well as some Heather Nectar to sweeten the herb mixture enough for Milkspeckle to stand a chance at coaxing the child into eating it. As he noted the wary looks of his clanmates and the way they hung back as he rushed by, his blood boiled and he grit his teeth. "Get out of my way," he snapped at one lingering warrior, causing them to step back in surprise as he pushed passed and knelt next to the little kit, now recognizing them as 2 moons old Owlkit. "Here, sweetie, this will help you feel better, I promise," he soothed the kitten and weeping mother both, gently coaxing her into eating the Watermint and Willow Leaves, surreptitiously checking her eyes and nose for excess liquid and only finding tears of pain that he brushed away with a kind smile. As another cat approached him, he spoke up once more in a stern voice, "Don't touch the bile, I'll clean it up in a moment. Cover it with an old leaf so no one steps on it."
Feel free to play as any of these cats apart from Owlkit and Milkspeckle, they can be npcs or ocs, it's entirely up to you!
