Being Sick is No Fun [Tagged]

[Twineheart]

[ @fawnstar with Birchpaw Falcon with Nightbriar if you want ^^]

Things were rather bleak within the walls of Stormclan's camp. Leafbare had arrived bringing with it harsh weather and an even harsher bought of greencough. Cats could be found coughing all over the place and the air itself felt bogged with sickness. To top it all off the below zero weather had kept the healthy cats from finding much food. All in all things weren't so great and the cats were starting to really feel it.

It was in the busy and overcrowded Medicine cat den, Streampaw and her best friend Brightpaw could be found. The pair had come down with greencough relatively recently. First it had been Streampaw but Brightpaw who'd refused to stay away from her friend had caught it not long after. but unfortunately for the normally bright and chatty she-cat the greencough had taken a heavier toll. 

" Lap at this." Streampaw says with a cough, pushing a soaked mossball to Brightpaw. " You sound terrible." She adds green eyes concerned as Brightpaw coughed loudly beside her. Her friends normally vivid calico fur dull and her eyes sickly. " Oh I'm..." Brightpaw starts but is cut off by yet another coughing fit. 

[Falcon]

Nightbriar looked at her kit and her friend concern in her overly bright eyes, but green cough had hit her hard and she was already weakened from having given birth to her second litter not long before, she barely had the energy to move let alone eat when she had something to chew

[Twineheart]

[ @fawnstar Falcon Once Fawnstar joins us we'll have a posting order :3 ]

Streampaw who'd sighed as Brightpaw coughed and hacked before, glanced around feeling her mother's gaze. " Lick that." She orders her friend, before rising to shaky limbs and padding over to her mother. Nuzzling into her mother's neck fur as she'd done as a kit, Streampaw pulls back after a moment. " How are you feeling?" She asks hiding a cough of her own with her tail. Standing before her mother the young she-cat was nearly her spitting image. Besides her white chest fur they could of been twins. Meanwhile behind the pair, Brightpaw could be found gingerly lapping at the moss ball between coughing fits.

[Falcon]

Nightbriar smiled weakly at her kit "I'm fine little one, just a little tired" in all honesty she was always tired now, she lay awake some nights due to her constant coughing and the pain that goes with it wondering if Starclan was going to claim her, and why she had to suffer so, she had done nothing worth this pain did she? well she preferred her to go through this instead of any of the kits or any cat she cared for if she had to join Starclan then so be it

[Twineheart]

[ @fawnstar Falcon ]

Streampaw's whiskers twitch ever so slightly at being called 'little one.' About to point out that she wasn't so little she stops herself, not sure her mother would be up for the gentle tease. She looked so tired and Streampaw just knew she was lying. Sighing she reaches her maw up to touch to her mother's ear. " Has Nightpoppy been by to give you something for your cough?" She asks her concerned. She coughs a little herself as she awaits her mother's words. Behind them Brightpaw was coughing again, her chest heaving hard.

Then from the medicine cat den entrance Starlingblaze entered. He was carrying the silver form of Silverkit in his jaws. When he spots Nightbriar and Streampaw his eyes become grave. Padding in he sets the young tom down before them his mossy eyes filled with worry. " I think he's sick too." He says wishing he could go and comfort his mate and daughter. but he knew he shouldn't.

Silverkit didn't look too good. His little limbs trembled where he stood and his nose was running. Sneezing he tumbles over to Nightbriar with a cough. " I'm not sick!" He says trying to fluff up his chest. Even that action however is too much and he falls into his mother's fur.

[Falcon]

Nightbriar shook her head a little at Streampaw's words looking up when her mate entered and Silverkit stumbled into her bringing the little bundle of fur closer to her a bit of her old mischief in her eyes "you're as hard headed as your father, and myself for that matter" she purred hoarsely "don't worry Silverkit I'm sure Nightpoppy will have you right as rain soon enough, you're young and strong"

[Twineheart]

[ Falcon @fawnstar]

Streampaw didn't catch Nightbriar's head shake, due to Starlingblaze's entrance carrying her brother. Her green eyes widen and she flickers her ears back as her father pads closer. " Why is this happening to us...?" She mumbles more to herself than anyone else, her gaze dull.

Silverkit looks up at his mother his green eyes sickly but filled with pride at being called like his father and his mama. He purrs coughing some and buries his face in her soft fur.

Starlingblaze had glanced at Streampaw as she spoke, he reaches out his large tail to brush his daughter's cheek. " It'll be alright." He says softly, looking back to his mate as she spoke. Her words make him chuckle despite his worry. " That he is." He agrees smiling lovingly at his mate, and kits. " Nightpoppy will fix you all up." he adds mossy green eyes determined. Flickering his tail across Nightbriar's cheek now, he sighs. " I should go." he says voice soft. " Take good care of the little guy." He finishes eying Silverkit. He knew the tom was safe with his mate and Streampaw. Starclan protect them, he thought whispering farewells to Streampaw and Brightpaw he exits the den.