Priorities (Tagged)

[Lionhearted]

Tagged: Skiv [Sunfeather] 

Thrushleap carried the bundle of herbs around camp, searching for his friend. He'd gotten glares from the cats who hadn't received herbs, and he tried not to think about the fact that he had to turn them down directly. I don't have enough herbs. I'm sorry. I have my priorities, too. And one of his priorities was his best friend. 

Where was Sunfeather? He hoped that the ginger tom was going to be okay. I have herbs for you! Either he was going to be very grateful, or extremely disappointed in Thrushleap. The deputy hoped it was going to be the former.

[Skiv]

Sunfeather shivered in his nest. The coughing, it was hard to take. Most of Whisperclan was getting sick. The golden tom thought at the time Starclan would be watching down over them and help him to stay strong but it fail. Starclan first made Fangstar go ill with something, and then they had no medicine cat. It was truly like their clan mates in the stars truly turned their back on them. He was in no fit to train or even move. All he wanted to do was sit in his nest and sleep hoping that his small body could fight the attack. He just then coughed, it was a low and raspy. He just opened his golden eyes and looked out of the warrior's den. He knew that laying around wouldn't do him all that good. He needed to move around to keep his air ways open. The golden tabby tom just stood up slowly and padded out of the den. Coughing once more. He looked around camp. He was looking for the form of his friend. Thrushleap. He was wondering how the other tom was doing with all of this. He just then blinked his eyes when he saw his friend with what looked like to be a bundle of herb in his jaws. Sunfeather, used all of his enegry to swiftly pad over to the deputy. He was hoping that Thrushleap wouldn't get sick. He just looked at him turning away as he coughed. Then he rasped out, "Thrushleap are those herbs?"


Lionhearted