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It had sort of started to become routine, now that Blue was Shaman. After that first meeting in the old college, Miracle had started stocking some of the herbs for the she-cat when she was out and about from her growbeds. She didn't want to step on the other feline's toes too much, just help out a bit. So she came and went in silence, not leaving a trace that she'd been there, except perhaps the slightest scent and the freshly stocked herbs.
Today, she carried a small pouch of herbs she'd dried the past few days to bring over. Only this time, it appeared the den wasn't quite so empty. The brown feline paused as the entrance, setting down the herbs and leaning in to peer around with honeyed eyes. "Blue? I have some herbs for the stores, if you'd like them." The Huntress was a strange cat in the League. Miracle was fierce when she wanted to be, but most of all, she was kind. The genuine sort of caring that didn't look for any sort of recognition or other gain, simply acting out of a desire to help.
Blue lifted her head sleepily; all three of her kits were nestled next to her, having fallen asleep along with their mother after a busy morning of nursing. For the most part, they were growing rapidly. The tom, Creek-chan, was already more than half his mother's size. Pitter Patter-chan was tracking more normally but her twin, Mizzle-chan, well, she appeared to inherit her size from her mother. Something was not right with that kit but she seemed to be resting peacefully enough. Blue carefully pulled herself away from the nest without disturbing the children and padded over to Miracle with a yawn.
"Oh, thank you," She said plainly, he blue eyes unfocused, although not due to drowsiness, "You can put them over there, I'll sort through them later," Now that Blue was up close, she looked very... hollow. Physically and spiritually. Her ribs clearly jutted out. Her fur was dull and lusterless, even patchy in places. The poor thing couldn't weigh more than 5 pounds. Blue had been using herbs to increase her milk production but the cost was that she did't get the nutrients herself. It was killing her and she knew it.
Post by Honeystorm on Apr 19, 2020 18:38:08 GMT -5
Miracle stepped quietly into the den, setting down the herbs to the side. It wasn't hard to see the state Blue was in. "Have you been eating?" She asked gently as she turned back. "I can bring some fresh prey in for you and the kits, if you'd like." It was probably a bit blunt of a suggestion, but she wasn't the sort to beat around the bush when it came to the health of others. And Blue most definitely needed help.
Mizzle rarely ever woke up. The dilute tortie tabby slept almost day in and day out now, waking up to nurse and little else. She was growing... technically. But she was only half the size of what she should be for her age, and incredibly frail. When moved, she was limp and rarely ever offered more than a whispered mewl of protest, if anything at all. Kitten blue eyes brightened into their true color... or it would have been rather bright, if not for the dull glaze that rested over her gaze when her eyes did open. Like now. She was too weak to really do much, but she could feel the lack of her mother's presence, and her half open eyes peered up over the edge of the nest. Mom was talking to someone. Yeah. Maybe she should just go back to bed. She really was tired...
Blue's ears swiveled back and she was suddenly very self-conscious. She wasn't stupid, she knew that look in Miracle's eyes. Pity. The raven-furred Shaman had lately taken a turn for the worse. She had always struggled to keep food down but birthing and then nursing kits had upset the fragile system she had barely been able to maintain up until now. Funk E'tan had mentioned surgery to her before but she had turned it down: Not until the kits will be fine without me, she had said. He hadn't pushed the issue. Probably didn't want to have to deal with finding a new Shaman and taking care of a litter of orphaned kits.
Oh, she was getting lost in her own head again. Miracle was waiting for an answer, "To be honest, I haven't been able to keep much food down. I've mostly been eating a burnet and sorrel mixture, among other things..." Traveling herbs. They didn't help with much with the main ailment but they did ease the symptoms. She trailed off, knowing full well it was bad answer. Blue was really bad at asking for help, always had, but, for some reason that she didn't quite understand, she decided to yield, "I would kill for a bluegill right now, or a crappie. They are my favorite, hardly ever upset my stomach, although they are lake fish from the old territory. You won't be finding them here. Koi and goldfish are a little too boney for my liking but they do the trick, too... if it's not too much trouble..."
Post by Honeystorm on May 25, 2020 19:35:38 GMT -5
"Have you taken any watermint, chervil, dock, or juniper berries? Watermint is supposed to be best for bellyache. Sacred root and grass can be good for upset stomachs." Miracle figured Blue already knew of these, and had taken them, but she asked anyway, just to be sure. If there was any of them that she hadn't tried, it was perhaps worth grabbing them as well. "I can find some of any of them you haven't tried already. When did it become hard to keep food down."
After a brief moment, it occurred that she hadn't even addressed Blue's actual request for prey, and the ex-Chaman dared to look a little bit embarrassed about such a clear oversight. "Oh, right. I can get you a bluegill or crappie, I don't mind the walk. Perhaps I should see if I can get some in a container and breed them, so you have something you can eat easily nearby."
For some reason, the kitten didn't go back to sleep, and she lifted her head, the movement agonizingly slow as she did so, blinking all too slowly as she let out a soft mew. "Momma?"
(FYI Berry gave Pitter Patter up. For now I'm going to leave her to the void in case Berry wants to take her back, but if not, in a few months I'll just put her up for adoption.)
"Yes, I used to take watermint frequently when I was younger, but the burnet-sorrel mixture has been working best for me lately. I just use what is most readily available and switch it up from time to time so my body doesn't get used to any one treatment." Blue replied, glancing over at her herb stores. The truth was that she treated herself with her oldest herbs as a way of keeping the inventory moving. She didn't just take any old thing but she could have probably been giving herself a better treatment. Blue was used to the pain, though. She just took enough herbs to make sure she could keep working and nothing more.
"I'll go with you, I'm sure the kits won't miss me," Blue replied and surprised herself by giving Miracle a smile. Oh, she used to love to roam, she had been part of the Ambassador district before her ascending to the position of Shaman and honestly hadn't left the League's grounds since. She also found Miracle's idea of trapping some charming, although maybe not practical unless there was a pond somewhere she didn't know about. She was about to say something else when she heard her one of her kits shuffle behind her and her smile disappeared, "Mizzle-chan, what's wrong? Are you hungry?" She hesitated before padding over the the nest and giving the kit a nuzzle.
