Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 20:02:09 GMT -5
Tags: @goldentree
OOC: Stupid mouse brained Eagleshine. Can't take a hint. Someone, stop him from running away!
Muse: I've got none.
"Eagles that soar across the sky. They're majestic and beautiful, yet dangerous and lethal. They have long outstretched claws which can grip a cat and snatch it yet still fly with the force of thunder. They are strong and it takes a great deal of might to kill it. No, not even the deadly green cough can kill them," Eagleshine told himself. "You are like an eagle. An unstoppable force." Coughs consumed his thoughts into swirls of nothingness. His weak shakes legs refused to stop shaking from the attacks of his illness. The large brown tom strove to fight against greencough. Eagleshine refused to eat any of the herbs which the medicine cats might throw at him. He was determined to survive on his own. No herbs for him. So instead, he decided words- or thoughts rather- of encouragement would do him good. So far it wasn't much of a success. He had contemplated upon the thought of visiting Bluewing but he told himself that surely the medicine cat would be too busy for him.
Eagleshine glanced warily up at the rather sick Blazepelt. The golden tom had the scent of Bluewing lingering on to him so the brown tom presumed Blazepelt had been treated. With a smirk, Eagleshine mumbled, "Yes, even so, you're still coughing." With a weak chuckle, Eagleshine heaved himself from his comfy spot in the clearing. He padded towards a few cats and greeted them, suppressing his coughs in vain. Embarrassed that he showed signs of weakness, of having greencough, Eaglegsine scurried quickly away, almost colliding with a passing apprentice. He called out an apology before continuing on out towards the exit of camp.
OOC: Stupid mouse brained Eagleshine. Can't take a hint. Someone, stop him from running away!
Muse: I've got none.
"Eagles that soar across the sky. They're majestic and beautiful, yet dangerous and lethal. They have long outstretched claws which can grip a cat and snatch it yet still fly with the force of thunder. They are strong and it takes a great deal of might to kill it. No, not even the deadly green cough can kill them," Eagleshine told himself. "You are like an eagle. An unstoppable force." Coughs consumed his thoughts into swirls of nothingness. His weak shakes legs refused to stop shaking from the attacks of his illness. The large brown tom strove to fight against greencough. Eagleshine refused to eat any of the herbs which the medicine cats might throw at him. He was determined to survive on his own. No herbs for him. So instead, he decided words- or thoughts rather- of encouragement would do him good. So far it wasn't much of a success. He had contemplated upon the thought of visiting Bluewing but he told himself that surely the medicine cat would be too busy for him.
Eagleshine glanced warily up at the rather sick Blazepelt. The golden tom had the scent of Bluewing lingering on to him so the brown tom presumed Blazepelt had been treated. With a smirk, Eagleshine mumbled, "Yes, even so, you're still coughing." With a weak chuckle, Eagleshine heaved himself from his comfy spot in the clearing. He padded towards a few cats and greeted them, suppressing his coughs in vain. Embarrassed that he showed signs of weakness, of having greencough, Eaglegsine scurried quickly away, almost colliding with a passing apprentice. He called out an apology before continuing on out towards the exit of camp.
