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[Foxtuft]

Foxtuft had a fever and he felt achy and hot and just overall not good. He wobbled into the medicine cat's den and just belly flopped onto the floor. He stood up again but he was wobbly and just couldn't seem to stand on his own feet. He looked like he was on catnip, but he wasn't. "Willowpool" He hollered seemingly in a quiet voice. He looked around the den for her but flattened his ears when he didn't see her.

But then he thought he did. "Willowpool." He said again, louder.

[Willowpool]

    I sighed as I walked from the herb store, hearing my name being called twice. I raised a skeptical 'eyebrow' as I looked at my son. I trusted my better judgement to think that Foxtuft wouldn't be harvesting the catnip and catmint plants for his own non-medical use.  I sigh padded closer, offering my side as a support for the wobbly warrior.
    "I'm here, I'm here.  What'd you do to yourself this time, fluffy?"  I looked over at him, doing my best to mask the worry in my eyes as I tried to give an even stare at him.  "If you're eating catnip plants while out 'hunting', I'm going to skin you alive."  It was obvious that he wasn't due to the lack of the intoxicating smell, but I took pleasure in teasing the boy.
    "I'll fix you up."

[Foxtuft]

"Fluffy?" He swayed slightly before resting himself on her side. "I didn't.. do anything.." He tried to hit her with his bushy tail in payback for assuming he had. "I-I'm not! I don't feel good.. I don't know what it is.. But I feel feverish and I've been feeling very tired. It's been nothing else but that.." He groaned in annoyance and plopped himself onto the ground.

"How could you call your own son fluffy. I'm offended." Of course he made sure it was just them two in here. No one else knew that he was the son of Willowpool. Some knew he was Blackthorn's son, but they never knew about the mother and he had kept it hidden for her own benefit and maybe even his.

"Heeeeelp meeeee."

[Willowpool]

    I rolled my eyes and gave a little snort. "Stomach aches? Chills? Heat flashes? By heat flashes, I don't mean getting tired from doing things, I mean just randomly getting a few moments of intense heat." I leaned into him, urging him to sit or possibly even lay down.  Once he was off of my side, I turned to go grab some basic herbs that matched his symptoms.
    I returned with some feverfew buds on a leaf, commanding my son to swallow them.  "Well, I'm probably just as fluffy.  Who do you think you got the curse of long hair from?"  I gave an evil smirk before sitting down, wrapping my tail around my paws.  I let a little bit of the concern that swam around in my head to show in my eyes.
    "Don't be an idiot and go do your duties while you're sick.  Get hydrated and get better because a dead Foxtuft is a useless Foxtuft."  I gave a small 'hmmph' before turning my head away, refusing to let my son see the worried expression for any longer.

[Foxtuft]

"Chills.. But that's about it. I just feel sluggish and very hot. Could it be from lack of sleep, maybe?" He cocked his head. "Ahh... I guess that's true. It wasn't from dad, his pelt isn't even that long. Lucky~ I feel like I'm always burning up! Why don't we live in IceClan? Yeesh.." He sighed and rested his head on his paws. He did as she said and ingested the leaves. They didn't taste great but he dealt with it.

"Dead? What do you take me for. I can do things just fi-" He rose to his paws but he was wobbly. "Okay okay you win.. I'll stay in here for a while. But we can't be talking like this when Crowwing comes, okay? Or does he know? About well.. me?" He cocked his head.

"Well a heatstricken one with no sense of balance because of whatever this is, isn't a good Foxtuft either."