Rosedawn had been up before the sun, her sleep last night coming in fits and starts. She wasn't sure if it was because she was more anxious than usual, or because of the sudden noise of multiple cats with rasping breathing and fitful coughs. It was more than likely that it was a combination of both. None of what they were giving their patients was working-- it eased symptoms for a short time, but they always came back. Their progress was either nonexistent or stagnant. Pawsteps drew her out of her thoughts as she crouched by the back of the den, near their herb store. She'd been staring at it for a while now. The stores were running low, and anything they might be able to find was buried now underneath at least a rabbit-length of snow. She met Baypaw's gaze as she looked up. "Did you sleep alright?" Rosedawn murmured, careful not to wake anyone stealing a few moments of sleep still.

Their borage store had been a blessing; one thing in common all their patients had was a fever that needed to be looked after. Borage was best for treating it— but it was true, they had a few doses left and then that was it. Rosedawn nodded slowly. “I’ve been thinking about taking a trip to visit Dartwing and Whispermoon. For all we know they could have a similar outbreak. It wouldn’t do us any good regarding more borage but perhaps they have some insight. We still have juniper which we can try for their breathing, but it might not work as well as the coltsfoot. Another quarter moon and we’ll be out of that and tansy as well.” Rosedawn let out a sigh, trying to release some of her pent-up stress. “They’re not getting any better because we do not have a cure. This isn’t something I’ve ever heard about. And the symptoms aren’t in line with whitecough or greencough.”

Newtpaw had spent days worried about Chirppaw, she had gotten sick then better and then sick once more. Now though, he was worried about both of their sakes, he lay next her in his own nest, resisting movement as much as he could, he didn't wish to cause another rush of dizziness. He vaguely heard movement around and hoped that whatever happened next would alleviate the symptoms that caused the struggled breathing and dizziness that seemed to be a constant companion to be eased at least and cured at best.

Dancingflame had been worried about Cherrykit to a near frantic degree, unable to visit her kit she focused on Mothkit only to feel like she was going to have a meltdown when she noticed her other daughter exhibiting the same symptoms that Cherrykit had. Mothkit seemed to have a faster crash as she went from being energetic the day before to quickly just laying in the nest and whimpering slightly when she tried moving but Dancingflame wasn't sure if she was just making the situation worse in her mind. She wanted to just hide away in the nursery with her daughter, but with the fact that there were other kits who would get sick if she did that she forced herself to take her daughter to the medicine den.

Dancingflame carried Mothkit in her jaws, feeling the stress of carrying a five moon old kit even the short distance. She slipped into the den, her gaze automatically going to where Cherrykit lay. She gently set Mothkit down "Rosedawn, Baypaw" she called quietly, looking around for either medicine cat.

After leaving Cherrykit, Baypaw returned to collect herbs for the others, taking a bundle to both Chirppaw and Newtpaw. While they were apprentices, like him, Baypaw was seasons older, and he felt somewhat protective of them. He disliked seeming them sick when they ought to be out training, just like Cherrykit was supposed to be bouncing around camp practicing for her upcoming apprenticeship. When he saw Dancingflame enter with Mothkit, his heart sank. It was spreading. He was glad Rosedawn was the one who'd gone to greet her, because he didn't think he could stomach telling the queen another of her kits was ill with a mysterious sickness. They had to go for help, they simply didn't have another option. If no living cat knew what to do, surely a medicine cat of StarClan would know something.

Floodstar had promised he would visit the medicine cat's den that morning, and like always he upheld that promise as he padded across the clearing towards them with plenty of time before sunhigh. But a headache behind his eyes had made the prospect of dealing with bad news more unwelcome than usual, making him wish he could just stay in his nest and let someone else deal with whatever was plaguing their Clan now. The wish was only a fleeting one though, as he would never dream of letting Rosedawn and Baypaw deal with this without him. They didn't know what they were facing but he would be by their sides until the end.

He arrived in time to hear Dancingflame's quiet words, guessing from Mothkit shivering at the queen's paws what she was here for. His heart ached for her; she'd already lost so much recently, and the fact that the kit named after her lost mentor was fighting for her life was a cruel blow. "You've done the right thing, Dancingflame," Floodstar murmured to announce his arrival, touching his tail to her shoulder before he turned to face Rosedawn. "I can speak to Baypaw if you're busy," he offered, not wanting his poorly timed arrival to hinder her at all.

Baypaw looked up as Floodstar entered, but he didn't have time to speak to him as he rushed to Mothkit's side. "We'll take good care of her," he assured, looking over at the queen. "I promise, Dancingflame, we'll take care of them. They'll be okay." He nuzzled Mothkit gently as she squirmed against Cherrykit, looking up at him with hazy, confused eyes. What were they going to do?