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Post by Inkylotus on Jun 26, 2023 10:48:18 GMT -6
The sun was strong in the sky and the air was thick and dry with the promises of rain. They could taste it on their tongue the iron of a storm approaching, and the young medicine cat moved from the shroud of their den into the open area of the camp. The smell of sunflowers was strong and the murmurs of the clan could be heard as cats moved about their day. Inkylotus flicked his tail back and forth for a moment before calling out to the clan, "Alright it is time for check ups today! Anyone who I haven't checked over please come forward," With the sickness approaching and many cats loosing their lives to it, they had to be careful. A check up every moon was the most important thing, and they could catch something before it go worse.
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Post by banjocat on Jun 26, 2023 11:21:36 GMT -6
Silversolstice
| | Silversolstice had to stifle the groan that nearly came out upon hearing about the check ups. Sure, she knew they were necessary and she didn't want to get sick or anything, but that didn't make her like them anymore. Heaving herself to her paws, the young warrior stretched before padding over, a pleasant smile on her face. "Hello, Inkylotus," she cooed in greeting. Silversolstice sat down and curled her tail around her paws, lifting her right paw to rasp her tongue over a few times before brushing it back over her ear.
"I think you'd agree that I look quite well," she purred with a wink and shook out her pelt. "And I feel fine. What else do you need me to do for this check up?" She'd steered well clear of anyone who'd shown the slightest sign of sickness. Being sick was gross, and Silversolstice frankly didn't want to cooped up in the medicine den for who knows how long. And truthfully, she feared the plague that seemed to be spreading. She was young, and had hopes an dreams, still. Death needed to stay clear away from her until she was old and senile. | |
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