Epidemic [Official Windclan RPG]

"OK," Blackbriar meowed, then dashed off into the herb store to fetch some lavender, chamomile and coltsfoot. She hadn't tried those much, so there was plenty. There weren't many poppy seeds left, or the herbs she had been giving herself to prevent her from catching the disease. She would have to go out and find more. She picked up the herbs she needed along with more feverfew, yarrow leaves and chervil root, and carried them all back to where Moorstrike was sitting.

Moorstrike lowered his nose to sniff at the herbs, eyes widening in dismay as he smelled the sour scent of rot. He pawed through them, hooking a leaf on one claw, and let out a low hiss. "Mouse-dung! They've rotted."
His tail curled under, he said, sounding tired, "You're pretty close to running out of must of the ones you've tried, as well, aren't you."

Mistysong greeted her apprentice with a simple "Good Morning." In reply. She looked up to see Coldfang. A hint of sadness filtered in his eyes. 'He must be thinking about Frozenlilly.' She thought to herself "Is something wrong Coldfang?" She asked with a little bit of worry in her voice.

Lilacstar looked down at the young she-cat, her eyes soft with an understanding look.
"Moonpaw, I would never force you to become a warrior if you do not wish to be one." She said gently, her voice filled with affection towards the cowering she-cat.

"If this is what you truly wish, then we can speak to Blackbriar about transferring your training over immediately. But first, let's return to camp before both of fall ill." Lilacstar said lightly, her whiskers twitching to knock off the gathering rain. She stepped back, allowing Moonpaw space to step out.

Username:JetfeathertheTelekinetic
Character's Name:Jetfeather
Gender:male
Age:15 moons
Personality:funny crazy and sarcastic
Description:Inventive and sneaky. Needs a new moral compass. Not socially informed enough.
Other:may or may not have telekinesis.

Jetfeather was sick and tired of sitting there, in camp. He was perfectly fine and was about ready to go insane. Well he hadn't seen many friends recently so he assumed they quested for a new herb to help. "Well if Im about to go insane" he thought. "I better go out and get some fresh air." Come to think of it he saw Blackstone here. "Whats He doing here?" he thought. he decided the catmint patch was the best place to look.

"Fine," Amberpaw let out a gusty sigh. The whole atmosphere of the camp had been gloomy enough for way too long. Maybe it was bad for her to think this way just because she was bored, but she really wanted WindClan to return to normal. The stupid sickness had sucked all the joy and liveliness from her Clanmates. Giving herself a shake, she eyed Shriketail with faint resentment that wasn't really directed towards her mentor. "Are we going now then? Where's Angryfoot?"

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Coldfang blinked and looked over at Mistysong. "I'm fine," he answered shortly. He didn't really feel like talking about it. "Let's go?" The sooner, the better, he added inwardly. For more reasons than one.

~@Jetfeather it's not Blackstone, it's his character Blackbriar~

"Yeah, we're going. Come on guys." [lol idk, where is Angryfoot? I thought he was in camp?] Seeing the reluctant look on her apprentice's face, Shriketail added, "I thought you liked hunting?"

Eaglepaw followed the two warriors without enthusiasm, thinking of certain cats on the other patrol. Then, as the thought of the sick cats came to mind, he felt guilty and irritated about all the irrelevant, shallow arguments of that morning.

Moonpaw lept out of the hole immediately, tail raised up high. "Yes! Thank you thank you thank you! Lets go back! C'mon!" The apperentice bounced around her leaders feet and then dashed off back to camp happily. 'I finally get to be a medicine cat!' She thought gleefully.

Angryfoot left Windclan. So the cats didn't respect him? Fine. So he was a bit harsh on his apprentice and the cat over reacted? Who care? So he was going to his FORMER clan's sworn enemy? Great. He never liked any of the cats in Windclan anyway. He was set on the sneakiest clan there was. Shadowclan.

Jetfeather was in the catmint patch. He was thinking about his time in camp. You know he began to think. I haven't seen Blackbriar in awhile. That was Blackbriar in camp! Oh well. He'd noticed the herbs were getting dry so he grabbed some catmint. Thats it! he thought. Maybe its not just one herb.... but a mix!

Blackbriar sniffed the plants as well. "Oh no... You're right, Moorstrike, I hadn't noticed because of the stench of the sick cats... We need more, urgently!" she meowed, managing to stay calm. She rushed out of the den, looking for Lilacstar. "Lilacstar! Lilacstar!" she called loudly When she found out that Lilacstar wasn't in camp, she padded briskly back to the medicine den. She had to tell Lilacstar that the Clan needed all the herbs they could get and that she couldn't do it herself. She secretly wanted her to assign Angryfoot to the job of helping to collect herbs. The look on his face would be cherished by Blackbiar, and probably Moonpaw too. She chuckled at the thought. "OK, I need all the help I can get to gather herbs," she told Moorstrike. "I need to tell Lilacstar but she isn't in camp. Can you tell me when she comes back?"

Jetfeather rushed into camp. "That won't be needed! I was out and got catmint. Oh yes and I think I thought of a solution." "I just hope it works..." he thought.

Moonpaw barreled into camp at top speed. She got plenty of odd looks, but she really didn't care a bit. Would you care if cats were staring at you when your lifelong dream was coming true? I didn't think so. Moonpaw skidded to a halt in front of the medicine cat den. "BLACKBRIAR! BLACKBRIAR BLACKBRIAR BLACKBRIAR BLACKBRIAR!!!! GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT!!!!" The black she-cat screeched happily at the top of her lungs. Even more stares. Many cats padded over to see what the problem was. Most warily kept their distance. The warriors, not even her own mother, had never seen this side of the normally shy apprentice. After a small bit, Moonpaw noticed one small detail: Angryfoot was gone. But that was forgotten when Lilacstar came back into camp and Blackbriar had appeared with Moorstrike and Jetfeather at her sides, an unreadable expression on the trios faces.

"Uhhh what?" Jetfeather asked. He was just glad she didn't crash into him.

Shocked to see this side of Moonpaw, Blackbriar asked, "What happened?" with wide eyes and a confused expression on her face.

Moonpaw smiled. "Lilacstar will explain everything!" Then the she-cat proceeded to bounce around in a circle happily, still ignoring the odd looks.

-Ew sorry for not posting sooner you guys stupid track practices got crazy D:-

Lilacstar strode into camp, her fur was thick with moisture and she could feel the rain spray her mercilessly. Shaking her head, she looked over at Blackbriar, immensely irritable from her sopping wet fur.
"Moonpaw has chosen to abandon her studies as a warrior apprentice and peruse the path of a medicine cat. I have already allowed her to switch paths, and now we just need your approval before she starts her training with you." She explained, her ears twitching, but her eyes were focused on the bouncy apprentice, and she was filled with amusement.

"Also, it was to my understanding that you needed to speak with me? Perhaps after we sort out Moonpaw's training issue, we can discuss this in private." Lilacstar questioned, looking over at her medicine cat with a concerned expression.

'The last thing we need is more bad news. I suppose it's time we start expanding our search for a cure. Perhaps I can send a patrol out to the group of loners just outside of the territory and ask if they've heard of any illness like this before.' Lilacstar thought wearily; she was soaked to the bone from freezing rain, she'd had to put a grown warrior in his place, she had to chase an emotional apprentice half way across the territory, and it was barely sunhigh.

Username: Sunburn
Character's Name: Swifttalon
Gender: Male
Age: 39 moons
Personality: He's brash, cocky, and headstrong. He always likes to disobey orders (even though that's a horrible thing to do), so he's very rebellious. Also very adventurous, he loves to wander out of camp on his own and explore the territory even further, and usually ends up getting injured.
Description: a long-legged and lithe pure white tom with icy-blue eyes, and a longer-than-average tail
Other: N/A

~Oh, I'm sorry guys! I've had awfulmigraines most of the week, and haven't been on the computer. :/~

Moorstrike stared after the medicine cat, following her only to see Lilacstar, dripping wet and tiredly explaining to her. He padded out of the den to give her a comforting look, saying nothing but watching intently.

~Lilac accepted me on chat, so don't worry peeps ~

Swifttalon crouched on the moor munching on his bag of chips as he scanned the area for prey. His ears twitched, and he sniffed the air. Rabbit! His sodden fur weighed him down, but he couldn't let that bother him. This was for his clan. He had to catch this rabbit. The clan was sick, and he had to do everything he could to help them. He immediately leaped from his spot and pelted at the rabbit at top speed, just a pale white blur. He leaped at the rabbit with open fangs and claws, and barely just managed to catch the rabbit in his jaws. Giving it one final killing bite, he picked it up gingerly, then trotted back to camp, soaked to the bone, and exhausted. Blame the rain. He hated water, as it felt completely wrong on his pelt, and made him slower, which wasn't helpful at all. He made it back to camp, before plopping the rabbit down on the fresh-kill pile, then shook himself out, splattering water everywhere, but that didn't help, as the rain kept pouring down at high speeds. After dropping his prey, he padded over to Lilactstar quickly, but silently. "Would you like me to go on a patrol to find a cure for this sickness?" he mewed quietly, but not before dipping his head in respect to his leader. "Or would you rather me stay back here to help watch the sick?"

Darkpulse starts to think to himself " Our clan is dieing out." then he starts to get an angry look in his eyes and shouts "Darn it".

~Nightslash did you just realize that?~
Moonpaw slunk after her new mentor and leader. She knew it was wrong, but she was a curious cat. (Curiosity killed the cat. JK!) Besides, what could be that bad? 'It's not like all the herbs are rotten and we are almost out of herbs entirely, right? Nah, I bet it's just about a dream or something.' She thought.

"Yeah- Uh..." Blackbriar started. "Well, the only herbs we have are catmint, after Jetfeather found some and brought it back. Everything else rotted. I swear I didn't notice, it was the smell of cats and ill health that drowned out the scent of rotting herbs... We need as many warriors as possible to find more to sustain the Clan." She paused, wondering whether to request that Angryfoot be involved in collecting herbs too. "I doubt that Angryfoot will be very happy, the mouse-brain. About is apprentice and the herbs. But, I think he ould become a little more... Mature of he went herb-collecting with the healthy warriors." She looked at her leader with a calm, steady gaze, almost screaming in anticipation to see if Angryfoot would get what Blackbriar classed as his punishment for treating the medicine cat and his apprentice like he would his dirt. She glanced towards Moonpaw, and said, "As for you, you're welcome to stay with me and train in the ways of a healer. I don't expect you'll be much of a burden, you are an eager apprentice as I can see." She smiled, remembering Moonpaw's reaction to being told by Lilacstar she could cease her warrior training and live as a medicine cat. That was reason enough to say yes.

Nettleleaf shook her head at the cats who had all gathered around again to hear Moonpaw's news. She blinked the water from her cool, green eyes and turned to head out of the camp. We could use more herbs then. The lightly colored tabby cat thought she had heard well enough what was needed most from the remaining healthy warriors. Her muscled rippled, well in sync beneath her pelt, despite is sopping wet state.

She could feel the added weight on her paws with each step. The rain had turned most of the ground to mud by now and with each step she took is sloshed up around her paws and seeped into her pelt. YUCK!!! She thought to herself with a clear look of distaste displayed on her face. How is it possible that RiverClan enjoys the water? It just makes the ground slick and sticky...

'I jinxed it.' Moonpaw thought. 'Of course I jinxed it. I suppose I should look for herbs now.' Moonpaw cleaned her ears. 'Hmm, that squirrel hole sure was a good hiding spot. I should remember that.' Then the small cat spoke up "Lilacstar, Blackbriar? When I was hiding," She bashfully looked down, "In that hole, I smelled something...odd. It smelled like catmint, poppyseeds, and feverfew, but combined. I have no idea what it was. Could it help cute the sickness?" The black cat thought for a moment, then remembered something. " And there was another scent, a more…dangerous scent. It was the scent of…"

"What did you smell, Moonpaw?" Blackbriar urged. She was intrigued by what Moonpaw had said first, but the danger? She had trailed off after saying 'dangerous scent'. Blackbriar was panicking inside, a little. She flicked the tip of her tail in annoyance that there was this danger near what smelled of catmint, poppy seeds and feverfew... It sounded like a miracle to her, a gift from StarClan in her time of need. She knew that Moonpaw would be a great apprentice, if she could identify some herbs already that was a bonus. Blackbriar thought that she cbuld maybe walk in StarClan tonight, and ask about Moonpaw and this new herb.