Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 15:24:04 GMT -5
Tags: Midnight- for greencough death
Mosspelt woke with a cough that hurt her whole body. Her throat was raw, her head pounded, her heart raced, and tremors shook her from head to tail tip. Mosspelt had been one of the first cats to contract greencough, so she had felt this way for a while now, and being awoken by her own sickness wasn't uncommon.
but something was different about today. Her body ached, like normal, but there was something else, too. She was tired, but not like exhaustion. It was more like she was slipping away...
The realization hit Mosspelt. She was dying. She had been for a while, but this was it. Her last day.
Somehow, it didn't terrify her, but rather, it was kind of a peaceful thought. The elder had lived her life. She was old and wouldn't last much longer anyways, and she wouldn't have to suffer this disease any more. Yes, Mosspelt was ready. but she didn't want to end her life cooped up in the medicine den.
The elderly she-cat gathered every last ounce of strength she had and stood, padding on trembling legs out into the cave. The filtered light and numerous shadows almost seemed ominous. This wasn't what she wanted either. Mosspelt wanted to see the wide open sky one last time.
Mosspelt woke with a cough that hurt her whole body. Her throat was raw, her head pounded, her heart raced, and tremors shook her from head to tail tip. Mosspelt had been one of the first cats to contract greencough, so she had felt this way for a while now, and being awoken by her own sickness wasn't uncommon.
but something was different about today. Her body ached, like normal, but there was something else, too. She was tired, but not like exhaustion. It was more like she was slipping away...
The realization hit Mosspelt. She was dying. She had been for a while, but this was it. Her last day.
Somehow, it didn't terrify her, but rather, it was kind of a peaceful thought. The elder had lived her life. She was old and wouldn't last much longer anyways, and she wouldn't have to suffer this disease any more. Yes, Mosspelt was ready. but she didn't want to end her life cooped up in the medicine den.
The elderly she-cat gathered every last ounce of strength she had and stood, padding on trembling legs out into the cave. The filtered light and numerous shadows almost seemed ominous. This wasn't what she wanted either. Mosspelt wanted to see the wide open sky one last time.
