Post by Sweetsong on Sept 24, 2013 17:13:28 GMT -6
Sweetpaw had come down with a case of greencough and was laying, sprawled out on her side, in the medicine cats' den. She hadn't ate or drank anything since the previous day, though she didn't have much of an appetite. The she-cat let out a low moan and she felt another cough rise in her throat like bile. She knew these upcoming days wouldn't be all that great.
