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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ [ COWTUFT ‼ ] ˚｡⋆ ༘˚✧

┆彡 THE GENTLE GIANT

| WINDCLAN'S MEDICINE CAT | 26 MOONS ✮✮✮

✩｡°°｡✩ he . . him ➔ massive white tom with black splotches and floppy ears. scars cover his neck. x-marks on his shoulders and his left hindleg is covered in burn scars

╭₊˚purrks﹕monkey's paw, the collector, herb knowledge ₊˚੭
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⌦ .｡.:* ✮ @poppy.

 

The medicine cat blinked slowly at Lilypool's scrunched up face. He's seen many reactions to eating catmint but never one of such distaste. Cowtuft tilted his head slightly to the side, eyebrows furrowing close together. "Everythin' ..alright miss..?" He signed, nervousness beginning to spike in his chest. It turned to concerning to worse face as the molly started to kneel over, limbs beginning to twitch and spasm. "Lilypool..?" A sharp yelp escapes him and he stumbles over to her side, fluffy tail swishing back and forth worriedly. He didn't know what was going on. He's never seen something like,,, this.

It was if death had her by her throat and within minutes she was gone. Cowtuft stood still. It was a cold. Was it not? Her symptoms were light and she was functioning fine. His heart thumps loudly in his chest as memories of sick bodies against his den's floor flashed in his mind. Sudden deaths, the coughing, the hopelessness. A chill rolls down his spine. Again? Could it be happening again?

He shakes his head back and forth. He couldn't risk a proper burial if she could be infectious. He needed to check over the rest of his clanmates,, If something was happening, he would stop it before it become too much. Cowtuft leaned down and grabbed ahold of her scruff. (He tried not think of Wrenfeather and Hawkkit while he carried Lilypool's body away.)