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Post by Sweetsong on Sept 23, 2013 20:32:18 GMT -6
Sweetpaw hobbled back into the medicine cats' den. She had stayed in camp for two days as told, and her cough had got worse. "Waspwing..." She said weakly falling to the ground. She spat out a series of coughs. "I... I am sor... sorry. You can le-let me die..." She closed her eyes and let out more coughs.
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Post by Waspwing on Sept 24, 2013 16:32:08 GMT -6
(You are aware you couldn't die even if I didn't treat you right)
Waspwing, this time a little more rushed, quickly grabbed some catnip (which he regretted) and hobbled over to the coughing mess. "Great Cloudclan, how could you have gotten worse?" He asked, really to himself, as he mushed up the herbs he had gathered. "Try to eat these while I get you some water. They're the absolute best I have for coughing." He explained, rushing over to his store of moss and dipping it in the little pool.
He gently placed the soaked moss besides Sweetpaw and placed a paw on her face, which felt a little too warm (because obviously this works) Alright, so, first case of Green-cough for the season. New record, too, since it had just turned Leaf-Fall.
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Post by Sweetsong on Sept 24, 2013 16:38:48 GMT -6
(XD yeah)
Sweetpaw shook her head. "I don't know!" She lapped up the catnip and took a small sip of water. As though she choked on her miniscule sip, she burst into a fit of coughing. She rested her head on her paw and tried to hold back another spasm of her sickness. |
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Post by Waspwing on Sept 24, 2013 16:42:14 GMT -6
Waspwing sighed and padded back over to the herb storage. "I'm afraid the catnip will take a little bit to set in, but I can give you some poppy seeds to help make you tired. Getting some good sleep will help in getting better. He said as he poked at the group of small seeds he had gathered near the center of all of his herbs.
"You're definitely staying in here for the next several days, and training is off until I give you and your mentor the clear, alright?"
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Post by Sweetsong on Sept 24, 2013 16:45:32 GMT -6
Sweetpaw nodded. She crawled over to a patch of moss and threw herself down, panting. Sleep seemed like the best possible thing to do, so she pointed weakly with her paw to the pile of seeds.
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