Dieing and no one cares (Med. cats/O)

[Whisperpaw]

Whisperpaw sat by Featherkit and lied her tail on the kit's head. "It's alright little one. Flamepaw won't leave." she smiled down at the kit, whisker's trembling with fear. What if Flamepaw really didn't make it?

[Flameheart]

Flamepaw was still taking in fast shallow breaths. She looked at Featherkit."I'll try my hardest to hold on," she rasped weakly as another cough took over making her whole body shudder. She couldn't promise that she would live, because she doesn't know the future.
(Flamepaw won't die)

[Whisperpaw]

Whisperpaw glared at Flamepaw. She padded to Flamepaw and whispered in her ear, "Shh! We need to make Featherkit know that you're fine so she won't get sick with worry!"

[Flameheart]

She nodded her head weakly. She looked at featherkit."I'm going to be ok," she rasped.
(At the end of this thread I'm going to be healed because Sandleaf gave me some herbs in one thread and made me better, but the wound was so deep that she will forever walk with a limp.)

[Whisperpaw]

(Kay.)

Whisperpaw nodded and padded back beside Featherkit. She stared out the entrance of the den, worried.

[Flameheart]

Flamepaw thought for a moment about all the herbs. Sandleaf had mentioned something about herbs to get rid of fever, but what was the herb and she remembered the look of the herb that Snakefang had put on her cut after the battle with Fireclan, but she would have to search every herb. It was hopeless.

[Whisperpaw]

Whisperpaw glanced at her sister. "Feeling better?" she asked weakly, tilting her head to the side.

(They should become best friends in this thread, then everybody that was at the Training thred would be all, like: )

[Flameheart]

"Define better,' she rasped with a small giggle then coughed again.
(LAZY)

[Whisperpaw]

"A little, medium, HUGE!" she nearly yowled. She flopped onto her back and folded her ears back.

[Flameheart]

"That means not at all," she rasped."I'm going to rest now," she meowed closing her eyes going to sleep.
~End of Thread~

[Snakefang]

(POP GOES THE WEASEL! This thread, closed? Not even close!)

I padded into the den, sniffing the air. "You didn't touch any herbs, did you? I swear, there is a dangerous herb in here, and I want you to go wash your paws in the stream. Whisperpaw, please take Featherkit and Brooksplash out. I need to work on Flamepaw and I don't want anyone else getting sick," I turned to Flamepaw. "What is happening? Coughing, fever? What do you got?"

[Flameheart]

Flamepaw opened her eyes imediately when she heard Snakefang's voice. she turned to him. To weak to talk she used her tail to point to her infected cut on her leg.

"Infection, making me sick," she rasped and coughed again and just stared at Snakefang with weak clouded eyes.

[Snakefang]

"Alright, you won't die, not with me here, I promise," I meowed. I went to the back of the den, grabbing some echinacia and coming back and rubbing it on Flamepaw's leg wound. Then I wrapped some cobwebs around her leg. "The cobwebs will prevent bleeding, plus it will help it by keeping your leg covered from anything that's dangerous," I explained. Then I gave Flamepaw a couple of poppy seeds. "Eat these and rest in my den for a few days. When you feel better, you may go, but take it easy. No battle training for a while. Tell your mentor I said that."

[Flameheart]

Flamepaw nodded her head and eat the herbs put in front of her. She layed down and closed her eyes and felt sleep coming upon her. She fell asleep and she would stay there for a few days.

[Whisperpaw]

"Okay!" Whisperpaw attempted to herd Brooksplash and Featherkit out of the den. "And we didn't touch any herbs, Snakefang!" Whisperpaw called. She raced into the clearing, and skidded to a halt. She turned and ran again. She skidded to a halt again.