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Well, Lowell himself is barely kept sane through his work, diving his hands into corpses all day does wonders to distract from the very likely horrors other doctors may be imposing on other people. He’s no stranger to the theory that it’s the institution’s fault the plague is here, but he moves organs around further, burying his thoughts into the bodies of others. Consumption came to him one day, while he was busying himself to avoid confronting his own thoughts once more. He felt as if he were alone, then the room suddenly filled as if hundreds of dead eyes were on him. He looked up to see the lumbering creature, eyes staring down at him with a profane knowledge. He knew it would speak into him, tell and whisper each and every truth he had tried to quell down; the deaths, his hand in everything, his guilt, his conscience. How he had let his work grow and fester into something gnarled and unholy, festering in his own self and in the self of others, like the mushrooms he had studied so close. He know Consumption could make him feel that, the growing and twisting pain of a fungus bursting from the inside, decomposing and eating you up from the inside, though he knew well it wasn’t the fungus he was feeling now.
My noble leader. My job is to serve her well and make sure she isn't pushing herself too hard, though sometimes I worry she overworks herself on trying to run everything in camp by her own two paws. I sometimes do need to step in and remind her that patrols don't always need to have her sprinting around all of our borders all hours of the day.
My loyal deputy! He is very good at keeping me in check and making sure I don't do something stupid like order 4 morning patrols (don't ask). He also seems to fancy being my afternoon reminder to sleep, what is he, my father or something? I know he means well, though, and I do very much appreciate all the help and support he gives me and all of the clan members.
my rambunctious little boy who always seems to be asking me for a sparring match despite my bets efforts to remind him that yes, I am five times his size and yes I can and will sit on him so he stops sprinting around the perimeter of the camp.
Dad loves to joke around a play-fight, but sometimes He gets really tired and lets me win way too easy! It's supposed to be a MATCHED fight, not a snoozing pile of fur against my viscous claws!!!
my wonderful son who keeps trying to join me on patrols even though he KNOWS he's far too young to be venturing out. I tell him he will go in due time, but I worry he's getting impatient.
I wish dad would let me out to explore the territory with him! Mom promised me and Sagekit could go with the both of them once we get to be apprentices, but why do we have to wait so long?
My lovely mate, she thinks my jokes are bad but they most certainly are not! I know she sent you to tell me that, don't give me that look!
My mate, I love him dearly and I hope he knows how much he can be a pain in the butt yet an absolute treasure to be around. His jokes are terrible, but you didn't hear that from me!
I love my mom a whole bunch! She takes good care of me and my brother, and I hear she's a great warrior!
I try my best to make sure he isn't getting into any trouble around camp, but sometimes I do catch him trying to "join" patrols even though he knows better.
we love each-other a lot, and we're the best of brothers!
my best friend and brother!