[ti]Open[/ti]Cedarleap's Den

[GnawingOnIce]

Cedarleap's den is cozy and warm for the leaf-bare season.
On one side, her den has cracks in it's stone wall where she sorts and stores certain herbs.
One the other side, there are moss nests for sick cats.
Near her herb store, she has her own nest, which is a hollowed-out spot in the stone floor where water used to drip and eroded the stone away, her nest is moss and often has feathers in it if she ever finds some when she goes searching for herbs.
Of course, she's always prepared when a cat comes in feeling sick.

[KingHarry]

Tallspark had been staying in the medicine cat den for a few days now. Whatever was wrong with him, it just wasn't going away. Cedarleap had given him some herbs that had helped a bit, sure, but nothing had cured him. At least they'd made him feel a little better, though. After all, that was better than nothing, right?

The nest he was lying in was covered in flecks of blood. They'd tried replacing the bedding when he coughed over it early on, but it had just started happening so much that there wasn't any point anymore. Similarly, his black pelt was dotted with dried splatters of both blood and spit. It was horrible. Tallspark wasn't happy about it but, at this point, he was too weak to do anything about it.

Suddenly, his body tensed up. Before the warrior could even think to question what was happening, his muscles started to convulse. The rapid shaking was out of  his control as his entire body shook and writhed, his head slamming into the cold, stone floor again and again and again. Trails of saliva - the usual white colour turned pink with blood - fell out of his mouth and flew through the air as his head shook, and a low, pitiful noise managed to escape from his mouth.

And then it was over. Tallspark's body twitched violently once more before falling motionless forever. Whatever illness he had caught, it had finally taken the warrior's life.

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Cedarleap was sleepily watching Tallspark from her nest when he started convulsing.
She jerked up and stumbled over to him.
"Tallspark!"
She put one of her paws near the base of his head, frantic and panicked,
"Tallspark! Can you hear me?"
The warrior shook his head about, hitting it on the stone floor.
His mouth was foaming, his eyes staring at nothingness, his pupils slits.
Then he stopped.
Cedarleap's eyes widened more than they had been when Tallspark started convulsing.
She put one of her ears on his chest, checking for a heartbeat.
But everything was silent except for the unforgiving breeze whistling outside her den.
"He.. he's gone."
"The first victim to redcough."
She sat up, staring at Tallspark's body.
At least he wasn't hurting anymore and much more happier than he had been here.

[Mama]

Lusterface was on patrol when one of her clanmates, Fallennight, had fallen over and started to smash his head against the snow. Once his whole fit was over, she had picked up the tom and dragged him quickly to the medicine den. She could care less about him, it was the fact that if one died, more would die with him.

As she approached the den, she quickly moved the twitching body into a nest, before leaving promptly. Whatever he had, she definitely didn't want.

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Cedarleap was gazing blankly at the wall of her den, curled up in her nest.
A day had passed since Tallspark's death.
She wasn't thinking about anything in particular until she heard pawsteps approaching and something dragging.
She turned her head, gaze still blank.
Lusterface had dragged in Fallennight, a mottled white and black tom, who was twitching and staring at nothing, just as Tallspark had.
Cedarleap already knew he was dead.
Lusterface didn't bother telling Cedarleap what happened, she just lay him down in a nest and left.
"Why would you bring him here if he's already dead?" She snarled the last word as Lusterface stepped out.
She flicked her ears angrily and curled back up, she'd get Fallennight out soon, she didn't want the scent of death clouding her den too much.

[Firefly]

Feathercrest screwed up his face when he attempted to apply pressure to his paw pad. Slowly limping over to the den, he sat down a tail-length inside, awaiting Cedarleap. The poor cat licked his front paw, trying to remove the prickly invader.
"Cedarleap?" He meowed. "I have a thorn stuck in my paw, and I can't get it out. It's really getting on my nerves, and I'd like to go hunting before sundown."


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Cedarleap was checking up on all her herbs that she had left. This leafbare had really dragged on and she wanted it to be over so her stocks could be full again. They had slowly started to whither away, unfortunately. A voice made her ears prick and her head turn. Feathercrest was waiting for her, complaining about a thorn in one of his paws. "Hello, Feathercrest! I should be able to get it out before sundown." She hobbled over to him and sat on her haunches, examining his paw. She licked around the area of the thorn, made sure she had a good grip on it, and tugged it out, which proved to be a bit harder than usual. "There. Let me get some cobwebs. Oh, and lick it some."

She had decided to not use the last of her marigold since she was running especially low on that and didn't want to waste it on a thorn in a warrior's paw. She grabbed some cobwebs and went back over to Feathercrest, who had hopefully done a decent job licking his wound.

[Firefly]

Feathercrest finished licking his injury, satisfied that it was healed. He bowed his head as Cedarleap brought the cobwebs over to him. It smelled strange in the medicine cat's den, but nothing too out of the ordinary. He noticed that a few of her herb stocks were getting low.
"Thank you. I don't want you to waste any herbs on me, if you need them for someone else." The tomcat meowed, awaiting the application of the cobwebs.
"By the way, I noticed your supplies were running low." He said contentedly.
"It might be a good idea to take up an apprentice." He continued.
"I'll keep an eye out for the herbs, for now, if you want. Just tell me where to look, I can do it on the way back from hunting."


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Cedarleap pressed the small amount of cobwebs onto Feathercrest's paw, seeing that she didn't need all of it. Just before she was about to talk, Feathercrest commented on how her supplies were low. She glanced back at them, gaze faltering a bit. "It might be a good idea to take up an apprentice." "'You think I haven't been thinking about that?" She retorted, her neck fur raising a bit. He offered to keep an eye out for herbs, if Cedarleap would let him.

She glared for a moment then gave in, "There might be some lavender left somewhere. Look for sandy soil or soil with gravel in it, it's sure to be somewhere in those places. It's a small purple flower." She had been contemplating going out or not for a bit to look for lavender, just in case a apprentice or kit got a fever when leaf-bare was still here. She went back to her stores and put the left over cobweb back, then turned back to Feathercrest. "Keep an eye on your wound, will you? If it gets any worse, come see me."

[Firefly]

"Will do." Feathercrest responded, ignoring her rude tone of voice and getting up to leave the den. He tested his paw on the ground, checking to see if he could put pressure on it. Once he felt comfortable walking, he paced his way out of the den. His nose twitched as the sharp cold bit at it. He honestly couldn't wait until newleaf, but that was still a few moons away. Feathercrest sighed and padded to the fresh-kill pile, grabbing a mouse to eat before heading off.

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