When Greencough Lets You Down (OPEN!)

[Lionhearted]

Slightpaw groaned as he shifted in his nest, rolling over, trying to find a more comfortable position. The greencough had weakened his body, but he was mostly healed by now- he'd gotten herbs and was feeling much better. but that didn't mean he had recovered. 

The past few days had been slow. Most of the warriors were extremely sick, and brain-rattling coughs could be heard throughout camp. It wasn't anything fun, and Spottedsky and Maplepaw were having their work cut out for them. He didn't want to ask again, because there were obviously others who needed the herbs more than he did.

The moon hung in the light-tinted sky, indicating that dawn was going to happen sometime. Slightpaw had gotten no sleep. Heaving a sigh, he walked out and lay on the grass, which had been wet by dew. The water droplets felt cool against his belly. Despite the leaf-fall winds that blew through, Slightpaw's long fur kept him warm. but it couldn't keep me from getting greencough. "I hate this," he mumbled.

[Rogue]

Owlpaw lay on his side in his nest a few tail-lengths away, feeling a little better than he had the day before. The greencough had really struck him yesterday, leaving him barely able to breathe and afraid that he would soon be making his way to StarClan. Luckily, he had received enough herbs to help him begin to recover. He knew it would still be a long road until he was fully healed; he could barely stand up as it was. He heaved a sigh to himself, wondering what Vixenpaw and Goosepaw were doing without him.

The large grey tom picked out Slightpaw shifting around in his nest as if he couldn't get comfortable. It seemed that he had been awake all night as well, also unable to hunt down sleep. Owlpaw lifted his head weakly. "Hey, Slightpaw, were you not able to sleep too?" His voice came out raspy and quiet, surprising him.