Sick & Bored [Lightning]

[Twineheart]

[ Lightningtrail ]

It was another bitter cold day in Stormclan. The sun opting to stay hidden amongst a grey mass of clouds rather than make an appearance. The pine trees which hung over the clan camp were silent, no birds chirping in their limbs. A gentle wind occasionally blowing drifts of snow about the barren camp. Cats were either in their dens or off trying to find prey or herbs for the sick, young & old alike. 

but out amongst the white trampled snow of camp sat the normally vivid calico form of Brightpaw. Her feathered pelt looking rather dull with illness, her yellow eyes holding the same dull look. but despite her racking cough and shaky limbs Brightpaw sat upright, nibbling occasionally on a very small and scrawny mouse. Wishing her bestt friend Streampaw would wake up from her nap so they could at least talk. She was terribly bored, yes she was so sick she was out of breath walking out into camp. but that didn't mean she wanted to laze about or just sleep. No she needed company, she needed to socialize it was just who she was. 

[Lightningtrail]

Even though finding the entrance to the camp was a little bit difficult, as he had returned to camp from the wrong angle, Clawpaw managed to find his way inside. In the tom's jaws there held a puny little sparrow. He would have loved to say that he caught the morsel himself, but sadly, that was not the case. It must have been luck that had brought him upon the animal before any other animal had. After all, a bird with a broken wing is practically already a carcass, especially in times such as these. You would think that birds would have some sort of system to fall back on. If a mouse looses a limb, it can usually still live for a little while at the least. but when birds loose a wing, they just hopelessly flutter around until something eats them or they succumb to the cold winds. It would make much more sense if they learned to dig holes to live in, thought Clawpaw.

He was walking to put the sparrow in the freshkill pile when he caught the scent of a cat nearby. For a second, he wondered who would choose to be out in the clearing in this weather. but in the end, he decided not to question it. He had his fair share of quirks, after all. The tom guessed where the other way was, and moved to her. He sat his ginger butt right down across from her, his blind eyes unintentionally staring at her ears. "Isn't it just gorgeous weather?," He mewed, "If only it were raining as well, then it would be perfect," The tom breathed a purr. "I'm Clawpaw, by the way. And you are?"

[Twineheart]

[ Lightningtrail Thanks for your patience I apologize for my late reply]

Brightpaw's normally cheery yellow eyes held less of a shimmer as they glanced up at Clawpaw. but it couldn't be denied that his sudden company had cheered her up immensely, sitting up straighter she beams at him. Then she has to duck her head to cough before she can reply to his words. " Gorgeous!?" She exclaims again coughing some before catching her breath to continue. " I think it's cold enough without the rain!" She says puzzled by the tom. If he was joking she was completely oblivious since that sort of thing often went right over her head. When he introduced himself however Brightpaw purred the noise very raspy and dull. " I'm Brightpaw." She says her feathery tail waving to the tom some. " Nice to..." Again she has to stop to cough and this time her feebly forelimbs gave out causing her to sink to the ground. Settling there she sighs, " Sorry..." She says her unique folded ears flickering. " This darn greencough is awful." She continues when she finds her voice and the air. " I mean it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the coughing." She says her feathery tail flickering. " I could live with the chills and the aches and the weakness but the coughing is darn near unbearable." She finishes with another coughing fit.