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Dogs can have seizures. So can horses. So why not fuzzballs?

I didn't say they couldn't i just never knew that they could...

Lionheads are prone to them.
 
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Dogs can have seizures. So can horses. So why not fuzzballs?

I didn't say they couldn't i just never knew that they could...

Ah well.
 
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I didn't say they couldn't i just never knew that they could...

Lionheads are prone to them.

I never could remember rabbit breeds, although i always did remember their colors...
 
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Whats dry pox? i've never heard of it.
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Dry pox is a less dangerous strain of fowl pox.
 
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She nodded and laid him down on his back, applying a huge gob of a dark gold, sticky ointment to his comb and wattles to soothe them. Thorntalon gave him a swig of her bitter, green Dry Pox elixir, the concoction slithering slowly down his throat. "It's recommended that you eat liquid food, so I'm going to feed you off tubes," she said, sticking a tube full of mashed berries, seeds, and worms, some water, and a trace of Dry Pox elixir into his mouth. "All you need to do is rest and stay back here to prevent illness in other birds. Heal quickly, ClawStar." The young hen smiled and strutted away from the secluded side of the den, heading outside to bathe herself after handling the sick rooster.

Claws wrinkled his face slightly as the disgusting, cold, and slimy solution slithered down his throat. "Thangths, thown." he called after her as she left, the tube adding an odd lisp in his speech.

He stared vacantly up at the cieling, his wings limply sprawled out beside him. He couldn't sleep. There was too much to think about. He hoped and prayed to Starclan that Brightflight would take good care of the camp. He's a responsible fellow, he'll do fine... I know it. Well, I think I know it... Wait, that doesn't make sense.
 
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She nodded and laid him down on his back, applying a huge gob of a dark gold, sticky ointment to his comb and wattles to soothe them. Thorntalon gave him a swig of her bitter, green Dry Pox elixir, the concoction slithering slowly down his throat. "It's recommended that you eat liquid food, so I'm going to feed you off tubes," she said, sticking a tube full of mashed berries, seeds, and worms, some water, and a trace of Dry Pox elixir into his mouth. "All you need to do is rest and stay back here to prevent illness in other birds. Heal quickly, ClawStar." The young hen smiled and strutted away from the secluded side of the den, heading outside to bathe herself after handling the sick rooster.

Claws wrinkled his face slightly as the disgusting, cold, and slimy solution slithered down his throat. "Thangths, thown." he called after her as she left, the tube adding an odd lisp in his speech.

He stared vacantly up at the cieling, his wings limply sprawled out beside him. He couldn't sleep. There was too much to think about. He hoped and prayed to Starclan that Brightflight would take good care of the camp. He's a responsible fellow, he'll do fine... I know it. Well, I think I know it... Wait, that doesn't make sense.

*BrightFlight popped by and checked up on clawstar.*
 
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"Br-ight!" he croaked, his smile ambivalent, embarassment lingering on his face. "How are things in camp?"

Thorntalon approached him and checked on his breathing a bit after hearing his weird patterns of speech, making sure he wasn't wheezing or anything. "Are you having a hard time sleeping at all? I can always give you medications that I formulated for those who were sick and were having a hard time getting rest..." she asked.
 
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