Post by Lightningtrail on Aug 22, 2015 16:09:53 GMT -5
Understand that if you're cold, I'll keep you warm.((I want to get this started! Woo! Wolf with Finchsong(if you want to) ℓυиαя with Honeyclaw(if you want to) @snowykcnomre with Blossommist(because I asked you if you wanted to be part of this but you don't need to). Any of you guys are free to find her and we will see how things go!
Goldenstar woke up with a start, her eyes wide as she tried desperately to gasp for air. Her breath was shallow and she could hardly inhale without recoiling from the pain in her throat. The she-cat's claws raked down the stony den floor as she struggled, her body writhing as she tried to fill her belly with air. She knew this was going to happen. She had felt it ever since she had named Finchsong her deputy. The shakiness in her legs, the coughing fits, and the runny nose that she just could not shake all led to this. It had seemed to begin to go away, but then she began feeling feverish and weaker again. She did not want to let her clan know of the return of her illness, so she had simply retired for the night and hoped that it would go away in the morning.
She finally caught her breath, but her breathing was still shallow and painful. Something tickled the back of her throat, and she erupted into a fit of coughing. She had been stupid to not see Nightpoppy when she had the chance. She should have seen her in order to get help with whatever illness she had caught. Somewhere, deep in her head, she knew that it could easily be greencough, but she would not admit it to herself or anyone else. No, greencough was what killed apprentices and elders, what took the lives of warriors and kits alike. She could not have greencough. If she was sick with the ruthless disease, how was she supposed to lead her clan properly during this epidemic?
She could hardly keep her eyes open at this point. I have to see Nightpoppy. The she-cat attempted to get to her feet, but she collapsed. She tried again, but was still unable to walk more than a few steps without falling back to the den floor. She desperately attempted to dig her claws into the stony floor, trying to heave herself across the ground and to the exit, but she could already feel herself fading. Am I going to die? She asked herself, her eyes closing.And besides, there is so much beauty in a storm.