[razr]

this cat's sick !!! :(
tell me about their recovery ! or lack thereof :)
max 500 words or one art piece/short comic

ends 10/11 at rollover (11 -> 12)

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Clan:[/b] (Please link)
[b]Age:[/b] (1 year or above)
[b]Prompt:[/b]

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Description: cream classic tabby with blue/navy eyes and low white
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[nr] expression, 'accessory' (runny nose)
[c] whiskers, sclera color, ear placement
[uc] heterochromia, med fur, round ears, short ears, muzzle
Owner:

[feverrr]

MARKKK i will clean their little nose

Username: feverrr
Cat Name:
Gender:
Rank:
Clan: (Please link)
Age: (1 year or above)
Prompt:

[crexmii]

stares

[Aizaka]

Username:
Cat Name:
Gender:
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Clan: (Please link)
Age: (1 year or above)
Prompt:
mark / wip <3

[néktar]

Username: néktar
Cat Name: bearsneeze
Gender: tom
Rank: warrior
Clan: marbleclan
Age: 58 moons
Prompt:

bear was never really one for taking care of himself.. he would be the first out in the rain or the snow, from freezing hidden pools, to moss and mushroom covered logs. exploring every crave and hidden world he could find even when only his head fit! most cats would be okay, having a hardy immune system and all. unfortunately for bear he was born sickly and had to be inside until he was about 3 moons. he was never able to build a proper defense against the germs of the island, especially the sea water. forever stuck with a runny nose from the salty fog that rolled in and out. though bearsneeze barely thinks about it, growing accustom to the herbs and sniffles in his day to day.

[kyeza]

this is it
















goodbye

[elliott.]

username: elliott.
cat name: sneezecloud
gender: female
rank: hunter
clan: the hawthorns
age: twenty-five moons
prompt:
"whimsycurl! i'm okay, i promise." the she-cat groaned, pushing away the healer with a singular paw to their face.

currently, the tabby healer was attempting to push an herb towards her nose, their brow furrowed in stubbornness. "i swear this'll work, sneeze! you just gotta let me try. don't you wanna know what it's like to breathe?" they huffed, placing their paw down to fix her with a tight, yet adoring glare.

sneezecloud purred, the sound vibrating deep in her chest before it was interrupted by a sniffle. "i've been sniffling since i was born, whimsy. breathing would be nice, but you've also been shoving herbs at me since you became a healer. just admit it, there's no cure!" she huffed, her tail wrapping neatly around her paws. no frustration laced her tone, only the sober feeling of honesty.

she had been sick since she was a kitten, constantly sniffling and sneezing. at first, they thought she was contagious, keeping her quarantined in the healer's den so she didn't infect the other kittens, but after moons passed and her sniffling didn't get worse, they decided it should be safe to

[espen.]

Username: espen.
Cat Name: Khios
Gender: nb [ he / they ]
Rank: God of the winter season, refresh and renewal, and self-improvement
Clan: The Principality
Age: 9000 moons
Prompt: Khios is sick because it's spring! Since he's the god of winter, he gets allergies in the spring and summer and prefers to stay indoors. His mother, the goddess of balance, feels bad about her child's misfortune, but she maintains equality in all things. His other siblings, like Nysa, also fall ill in their opposing seasons as well. So while Khios is thriving in the snow and frost, his sibling and god of summer is bundled in a mountain of blankets, fighting a cold. Each sibling feels a sense of renewal and breaths a sigh of relief when their related season comes up, however. For Khios, his allergies let up a little bit in the fall season and completely clear up in winter. It's quite annoying to all of the gods, but they cope with seasonal get-togethers and game nights filled with comforting treats and fun.

[literal.swag.]

Username: literal.swag.
Cat Name: garroth
Gender: male
Rank: certified failure (dish boy)
Clan: wayward
Age: 1+ years
Prompt:

his DAD made him SOUP!!! CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP.

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in the center of a warm kitchen; with amber-hued lights and burnt orange terracotta tiles lining the floor, stood a similarly warm-colored tom. on the stove sat a bowl of pasta – which was oddly chewy and…oddly flavored – not that the tom noticed as it was topped with parmesan and…salt. he stared at it with pride, tail tall and gently curved, a small smile tugging at his lips. father would be proud!

dinner flew by quickly and so did the rest of the night. soon the tom found himself tucked snuggly away, sound asleep. that was, until, his stomach erupted in a fit of rage and a fever burned through his head. the rest of the night was spent in the bathroom, unwell, wondering what went wrong.

after a long night and an even longer day, garroth had been to and from the doctors and was now under the care of his father, gordon. they had been given the news garroth had tested positive for salmonella and was sent home with antibiotics and strict rules of rest and recovery. he father tutted at him softly, shaking his head. “garroth, i cannot believe something like this happened! how did you even get this?! i’ve lecture you so much about food safety and sanitization. what did you even eat?!”

garroth coughed, wiping his nose as he sniffled. “i know! all i had was pasta.” he frowned softly and he burrowed deeper under the blanket. a gently cool washcloth lay across his forehead to cool the searing headache and under his paws to try and combat the fever.

“alright son. i’m really not sure how you contracted salmonella from pasta. but, alright. you sit tight i’ll whip you up some chicken noodle soup and soon you’ll feel right as rain.” gordon sighed, turning away into the kitchen. garroth drifted in and out of consciousness, lulled back to consciousness gently by the warm wafting scent of the food on the stove each time.

garroth woke from the gentle prodding from his father. “wake up bud, your soup is ready. don’t worry, this time you won’t get salmonella.” gordon shook his head, still in disbelief. what i would give to call him an idiot sandwich. just wait until this moron feels better. going to be up to his elbows in dishes.

[ 393 words (including the little blurb) ]

[Knickknacks]

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wip