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"I told you, I'm fine," Garsparkling insisted, sniffing loudly as he continued on. The hunting patrol had made it out into the evergreens and was in search of prey, but the warrior's constant sniffling was interrupting the silent reflection of their hunt. He inhaled again, tasting the air, but he couldn't sense any prey nearby. His long, tufted ears drooping, he shook his head from side to side.
"I don't think there's any prey nearby. I can't smell a thing." The patchy yellow-and-gray tom looked disappointed.
"That's it, I'm calling off this patrol. We're going to go see Roseshade," Brindlemist said firmly, putting herself in front of Garsparkling to block his path, "All you are going to do is get yourself hurt or worse if you keep going on like this."
His gaze sparked with annoyance. “I wouldn’t trust that kit if I was on my deathbed. Besides, I’m not that sick. I can handle this.” He lifted his head proudly. It wasn’t anything but a few sniffles, nothing a strong warrior would worry over.
Brindlemist's celadon eyes flashed in annoyance and she gave the Warrior a wack against his cheek. There was no strength or claws in the blow, "Don't you talk about my sister like that!"
Surprised by her own tenacity, the dilute tortoiseshell stepped back and blushed, casting her gaze Garsparkling, "... Sorry, that was a mean... I just hate it when someone says something like that about someone that they don't really even know. Please don't be so hard on her. She's trying her best and it's not an easy job, especially since she doesn't have a proper mentor."
Garsparkling coughed as she hit him, scattering wet particles of death into the air. "I'm sure she is trying her best," he said in a voice that suggested the exact opposite. "But she's young and like you said, she doesn't have a mentor. I don't want to be her practice patient and get poisoned."
"You're already poisoned," Brindlemist pointed out, wiping bits of the so-called 'death particles' off her shoulder, "But anyways, I think even a mouse-brain like you knows what herbs are needed to treat the common cold. It's pretty, well, common."
“I suppose you’ve got a point,” Garsparkling acknowledged gruffly. He barely knew which herbs were necessary, the leafy looking ones he was pretty sure, but even a young medicine cat should know. “But like ya said, it’s just a cold, so we can finish the patrol first.”
Frevidsummer eyed her daughter and her son-in-law with concern. "We can head back. Honestly, it's no worries. There's plenty of prey and I can come out later to hunt again if needed." The she-cat wasn't happy about how Garsparkling was dismissing and disapproving of her other daughter but she couldn't do much, especially when she knew how much Roseshade still had to learn about being a Witch and the healing arts. "At least rest when we get back, it'll be better than nothing. Besides, you could do yourself more harm by fighting through being sick." Let alone get a youth or ancient sick with whatever he has.
"See? Even Fervidsummer thinks it's a good idea. Let's turn back for now and get that sniffle of yours looked at," Brindlemist prodded Garsparkling on the flank and eagerly bounded a few paces back toward camp before looking back with a smile, "Come on, Garsparkling."
Garsparkling turned his long yellow muzzle to look back and forth between them, then sighed, knowing he was outnumbered. “Alright, alright,” he gave in. As the other cats turned back he stepped forward, unleashing a violently loud sneeze, then turned and meandered after them.
“I’m comin’,” he assured her, picking up the pace and lightly jogging after her. “Keep your fur on.”
"You know I can't do that, I've got too much fluff!" Brindlemist cracked a very lame joke as they padded their way back to WinterClan's camp. She stood very close to Garsparkling, their shoulders brushing together every now and again, which probably wasn't the best idea given his present health but she just couldn't help herself, "You've met Roseshade before, right? She's a little rough around the edges but she's got a good heart. I'm sure you'll get along great, since you've got a good heart, too."
