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Post by Flyingleaf on Oct 24, 2012 15:31:45 GMT -6
Flyingleaf poked her head inside the med. den, the smells of herbs weaker than usual to her. She sniffed once and mewed, "Waspwing, Fernpelt?" She really hoped Waspwing wouldn't get annoyed that she had come for a such a little illness, but she wanted to make sure that it was nothing serious that she might give to other cats.
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Post by Waspwing on Oct 24, 2012 16:30:29 GMT -6
Waspwing could feel his eye twitch. "What. Could. You. Possibly. Need?" He asked curtly, turning to the young warrior. First Finchsong had gone and caught White-cough, maybe even Green-cough, and then Nightsong had something terrible. Now Flyingleaf? It wasn't even Leaf-bare and he already had three cats here in the den.
This year just had to be cursed by Cloudclan. The fire, Fireclan's raid, and now this?! He would go mad soon, he just knew it. Plus nobody would go out and fetch herbs with him, and he couldn't do it alone, so he would probably run out before the beginning of Winter!
Ha. Ha ha. Haaa.
(Hi. eue)
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Post by Flyingleaf on Oct 24, 2012 17:10:03 GMT -6
Flyingleaf ducked her head, ears against her head like a scolded apprentice.
"Sorry," she muttered "I didn't mean to bother you. I just have a cold or something and I wanted to make sure it wouldn't get any worse, or spread to other cats." the calico sniffed and looked up at Waspwing beseechingly. "I'll leave as soon as possible."
Flyingleaf was surprised how mouse-brained the medicine cat made her feel. She had hoped to leave that feeling behind when she became a warrior.
(hi the med den seemed a little lonely X))
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Post by Waspwing on Oct 24, 2012 20:48:39 GMT -6
"Mm. At least you're responsible." He muttered, grabbing some Juniper Berries. "Other than a sniffy nose, whats wrong with you? Sore throat, coughing, belly aches?" He meowed bluntly, turning back to the herb pile.
(Oh how I love being able to RP a bitter medicine cat~)
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Post by Flyingleaf on Oct 25, 2012 15:10:14 GMT -6
"Well I guess I wouldn't call it stuffy, more runny." muttered Flyingleaf, her ears getting hot at how silly she sounded. "I think I feel a little hotter than usual, now that I think about it. It's not going to turn into something serious, is it?" her eyes widened hopefully.
(lol it sounds more interesting than rping a softy cat)
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Post by Waspwing on Oct 25, 2012 16:26:19 GMT -6
"No, you seem to have a minor cold. You'll stay here during the night, and during the day I'll probably have you outside the den." He truly didn't want Flyingleaf anywhere around Finchsong or Nightsong, but couldn't have her spreading her cold around.
Whatever. He grabbed a bit of -insertherbsherebecauseI'mlazy- and slid the leaf wrap over to the young warrior. "Eat up." He mumbled.
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Post by Flyingleaf on Oct 26, 2012 14:34:35 GMT -6
Flyingleaf licked up the herbs obediantly and sniffed. "Thanks." she muttered and sat uneasily, not sure what to do.
(I read in the third series when mousefur got greencough or whitecough or something that she had a really runny nose and a really high fever, and flying has sort of diluted(<-wierd word) symptoms of that, so....)
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