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Random thread prompt: Cause a Scene. roll again for Argue About Flowers/Plants Sootpaw looked around the camp, seeking out a medicine cat. She had been feeling bad and didn't really want to go do this, but there was something important she had to do later and it would be best for her to know what to do about it. Keeping her voice down as usual, the stoic black apprentice sniffed around for the semi-familiar scents of Brakewings or Darkpaw.
The dark ginger medicine cat was in his den, sifting through an old pile of moss in one of his old patient's nests. He needed to clear out the den, but it was tiring work, and he wasn't in the mood for it. Maybe if he had something to eat he'd be willing to work after he was full, so Brakewings exited the den and trotted toward the kill pile.
Ah, there was one of them. Sootpaw made her way over to Brakewings, intercepting him before he could reach his apparent destination of the fresh kill pile. "Hello," she said stiffly, uncomfortable having to admit that something was wrong. "I've been feeling a bit ill. I was wondering if you could help me determine what's causing it so I can get over it by tonight."
The dark ginger tom paused as she approached with, resisting the urge to sigh as she distracted him once more from his meal. "Of course," he agreed, bowing his head. "Let's go back to my den and we can talk about what you're feeling." With a last longing glance at the fresh-kill pile, he turned and headed back where he had come from. "How long have you felt like this?"
Sootpaw considered this. "I suppose since yesterday." If she ever felt sick, the feeling would usually go away on its own after she had slept. She'd never had to see the medicine cat before.
Not too long, though if it had persisted overnight, he could rule out a number of causes. "Have you been around anyone else who is sick?" Brakewings asked. When they entered the den he signaled for Sootpaw to wait as he checked inside, found it was still empty, and returned to take a look at him.
She shook her head. "I'm the only one, Brakewings." Sootpaw looked with agitation toward the camp exit. It was getting later and she didn't want to be late because of this.
"Okay, let me take a look at your face. You said you were feeling ill? How does that feel? Has there been anything else?" Brakewings stepped in slightly to peer at her, checking for any discharge from her eyes or nose.
Sootpaw held still as Brakewings examined her, shifting her eyes away so she wasn't staring directly at him. "It's just my stomach," she said, eyes rolling around and looking anywhere else. "I can just sleep it off, right?"
"You can try, but that might make it worse," he told her sternly. "Let me get you some berries to settle your stomach, just in case, and we can see how you feel tomorrow." He disappeared around the bend into the back of his den before she could protest. Brakewings sifted through his stores carefully. He had a couple of holly berries left and he was tempted to offer her one, they were an excellent cure, but he decided to save them in case her illness worsened. Instead, he swiped a couple of blueberries and returned to offer them to her.
As Brakewings came back and held out the berries for her, Sootpaw's stomach roiled. Immediately she felt sick and turned her face away, pushing the berries back toward the medicine cat. The idea of eating was abhorrent. "No thanks," said Sootpaw, standing on shaky legs and turning to leave. "I'll just figure out how to help myself on my own."
Brakewings frowned. "You may not feel like eating right now, Sootpaw, but these herbs are going to make you feel better. You should try and eat at least one of them anyway. Didn't you come to me because you wanted to feel better? You won't if you don't accept some help."
"Yeah well," she replied, voice holding no intonation but eyes blazing nonetheless. "I came to you for some help, not to be told to eat something when I just said I couldn't stomach food." Her tail was swishing back and forth as she got more agitated.
Brakewings summoned his strength and forced a polite smile. "Sootpaw, who else did you expect me to help you?" he asked. "Applying an ointment won't cure your ailments; this is the only way to get herbs inside of you."
