11-11-2020, 02:22 AM
It seemed as though sickness was beginning to plague Palmclan as of late, not that it was particularly surprising. After all, the abrupt change from tropical weather to harsh and snowy conditions was sure to throw some people off, and that would end up with some compromised immune systems. However, just because Nine acknowledged that didn't mean he wanted anybody to be sick. He had been sick with various illnesses several times in the past – usually with Lewis taking care of him – and he knew just how much that it could suck. Number Nine wasn't even a child anymore, and he still felt energized and pumped up usually, eager to take on whatever life threw at him next. However, when he was sick, he was forced to just sit around and wait until he was able to get better, growing restless and irritable. He felt bad about all the times his husband had been forced to take care of him, only to end up with a cranky jaguar snapping at him every few minutes, shoving at his side and absolutely begging for anything to do. Lewis truly did have the patience of a saint. On the flip side, Nine couldn't even imagine being a child and having to deal with all that pent up energy.
This was why, as Nine made his way over from the prey pile to where a group of people had gathered, he found a small frown on his muzzle. He felt bad for Foamkit, and wished that there was something that he could do. The jaguar certainly wasn't any kind of medic, and didn't think he could ever be, but the mention of honey and palm sap intrigued him. Like Rhine, he doubted that palm sap would really taste all that good, but honey? Honey had potential. The issue of short supply was obviously hanging over all of their heads, but Nine simply shifted the wings upon his back before offering, "Maybe he can have some honey. I know stuff is scarce around here, but there's probably some out in the uncharted lands. With my wings, I can fly right out there and grab some, and then come back right away. That way the kid won't be forced to choke down raw tree sap in order to help with his throat." Nine's tail was twitching as he glanced at those around him, wondering how they would react to his plan. Palmclan had a habit of still remaining fairly solitary, so he wouldn't be surprised if his idea of flying out into the uncharted lands was somewhat frowned upon.
This was why, as Nine made his way over from the prey pile to where a group of people had gathered, he found a small frown on his muzzle. He felt bad for Foamkit, and wished that there was something that he could do. The jaguar certainly wasn't any kind of medic, and didn't think he could ever be, but the mention of honey and palm sap intrigued him. Like Rhine, he doubted that palm sap would really taste all that good, but honey? Honey had potential. The issue of short supply was obviously hanging over all of their heads, but Nine simply shifted the wings upon his back before offering, "Maybe he can have some honey. I know stuff is scarce around here, but there's probably some out in the uncharted lands. With my wings, I can fly right out there and grab some, and then come back right away. That way the kid won't be forced to choke down raw tree sap in order to help with his throat." Nine's tail was twitching as he glanced at those around him, wondering how they would react to his plan. Palmclan had a habit of still remaining fairly solitary, so he wouldn't be surprised if his idea of flying out into the uncharted lands was somewhat frowned upon.
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[/td][td][div style="margin-top: -6px; margin-left: 5px; height: 75px; width: 250px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px;"]NUMBER NINE is a MALE JAGUAR with HE/HIM pronouns. he is a WARRIOR of PALMCLAN and is 52 months old. he is a BOUNTY HUNTER and is married to LEWIS. he has NO POWERS but is HIGHLY TRAINED. he is physically HARD and mentally MEDIUM. attack in #a97579. played by STILLY.[/td][/tr][/table]