Post by Heron on Aug 10, 2015 21:12:20 GMT -5
Open to anyone but I'm tagging Lionhearted
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Doewhisker lay in her corner of the den, her ears turned flat against her head. She had little ability to open her eyes and look around, so she had been relying on the sounds around her to keep her conscious. She could hear the others coughing and hacking, wondering how she ended up like this.
She had been so careful. Did she do something wrong? Groom herself wrong? Eat something poisoned? The clan was tainted with green cough, but how could
she have contracted it? She was an outsider looking in on the sickness-- and now the sickness became her. It was her worst nightmare come to life.
She'd been shivering and shaking when she tried to get to Nightpoppy, fearful it was the beginning of the sickness. Sure enough, it was. Two sunrises had passed since then, and Doewhisker could feel how badly she had become. She coughed and puked until her stomach shriveled, and the warmth of her body had been sucked up completely from the leafbare cold.
Now, she was simply exhausted. Her eyes could barely flutter, and she was drifting in and out of dreams rapidly. Each time she would cry out, "No! Please!" in an attempt to keep Starclan off of her. She'd seen no cats so far.
She did hear words like "...getting worse..." and "..it'll be soon.." but could not locate who had been saying them. Were they speaking to her? About her?
The beautiful, round faced tabby felt her body give a painful shudder and she heaved, but nothing came out. She was relieved. Her throat was raw and hoarse, dehydration threatening to kill her before anything else. Her mind buzzed and she felt herself start to go numb. Feeling funny, Doewhisker began to mew like a helpless kitten in the dark. Eyes still closed, she shivered.
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Doewhisker lay in her corner of the den, her ears turned flat against her head. She had little ability to open her eyes and look around, so she had been relying on the sounds around her to keep her conscious. She could hear the others coughing and hacking, wondering how she ended up like this.
She had been so careful. Did she do something wrong? Groom herself wrong? Eat something poisoned? The clan was tainted with green cough, but how could
she have contracted it? She was an outsider looking in on the sickness-- and now the sickness became her. It was her worst nightmare come to life.
She'd been shivering and shaking when she tried to get to Nightpoppy, fearful it was the beginning of the sickness. Sure enough, it was. Two sunrises had passed since then, and Doewhisker could feel how badly she had become. She coughed and puked until her stomach shriveled, and the warmth of her body had been sucked up completely from the leafbare cold.
Now, she was simply exhausted. Her eyes could barely flutter, and she was drifting in and out of dreams rapidly. Each time she would cry out, "No! Please!" in an attempt to keep Starclan off of her. She'd seen no cats so far.
She did hear words like "...getting worse..." and "..it'll be soon.." but could not locate who had been saying them. Were they speaking to her? About her?
The beautiful, round faced tabby felt her body give a painful shudder and she heaved, but nothing came out. She was relieved. Her throat was raw and hoarse, dehydration threatening to kill her before anything else. Her mind buzzed and she felt herself start to go numb. Feeling funny, Doewhisker began to mew like a helpless kitten in the dark. Eyes still closed, she shivered.
