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Post by finchsong on Oct 9, 2012 11:14:22 GMT -6
The sound of ragged coughing could be heard from the warriors' den. Finchsong padded unsteadily out into the clearing, wheezing slightly, her good eye glazed with a crust forming around it. She let out another weak cough, stopping for a moment before continuing to walk. The young warrior was hungry, and she glanced at the fresh-kill pile longingly before passing it. She hadn't been able to keep food down for a few days, and it was starting to show.
It didn't take anyone well-versed in illnesses to tell that Finchsong was sick. The blue-gray female made her way into the medicine cats' den, her pelt dull and unkempt. She sat down by the entrance before opening her jaws and letting out a hoarse call. "Waspwing? Fernpelt? Is anyone-" She broke off into another fit of painful coughing.
Oh, great CloudClan. The half-blind cat hoped she didn't have whitecough, or even worse, greencough. Unfortunately, things weren't looking good at all. Finchsong had started feeling a bit strange just a few nights ago, but she had dismissed it as nothing. However, it was now impossible to ignore the fact that she wasn't doing well at all. Among other things, the she-cat was getting dehydrated. She hadn't been able to drink much ever since the illness had taken over.
Her single coppery eye was aimed downward at the ground, and she winced as she sneezed, sending goo flying in all directions. Finchsong gradually sank lower so that she was lying down. She hoped that Waspwing was around at the least; he would probably know what to do...
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Post by Waspwing on Oct 10, 2012 20:10:58 GMT -6
His first Leaf-Bare as a Medicine Cat- No, not even. It was only Leaf-Fall, and already there were traces of White-Cough and Green-Cough. Hopefully he could gather enough herbs, especially catmint, before things got worse.
The patient today was Finchsong. Brand new warrior, which was good and bad. Good, because she was healthy and young. Bad because the Clan needed all of it's warriors to hunt for the upcoming winter.
"Please, try not to sneeze on me. It won't be good if one of he only Medicine Cats in Treeclan gets ill." He muttered sarcastically, preparing some Juniper Berries and Catmint.
"Hopefully we'll have you feeling better before long." He murmured, placing the leaf wrap in front of the grey warrior. "I'll go and get you some water, maybe something to eat. You need to drink as much as possible, and you need to eat as well."
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Post by finchsong on Oct 16, 2012 19:28:18 GMT -6
She looked up hopefully as Waspwing spoke. Finchsong shook her head, trying to wipe her muzzle with one forepaw. "Sorry," she muttered in a rather congested-sounding voice. The one-eyed cat stretched her neck to reach for the herbs, somehow not finding the energy to scoot closer. She nibbled at the sharply-scented mixture, unable to taste the flavors, which she supposed would be a good thing if the herbs tasted as bad as they were rumored to be.
The blue-gray cat swallowed a mouthful of the herbs with a grimace as her throat stung. "I don't want to eat," she protested weakly at the mention of food. The warrior began to cough again, small flecks of half-chewed green leaf flying in all directions. Finchsong gritted her teeth as she finally managed to stop her coughing fit. She lapped up the rest of the herbs and quickly downed them before she could start wheezing once more.
"Ugh... I don't have greencough, do I?" she asked the medicine cat, her good eye dull. "I don't want to be sick..." Feeling rather hopeless, she buried her muzzle in her forepaws and absently stared into the ground. What would she do if things got worse? CloudClan wouldn't let her die, right? The she-cat squeezed her one eye shut, wishing that she could be healthy again and that this was all a dream.
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Post by Waspwing on Oct 17, 2012 13:42:05 GMT -6
"You show obvious signs of White-cough, maybe low Green-cough. Meaning until you seem better, you're staying in here. Can't have you spreading it around anymore than you might have already done." He mumbled, mouth full of water soaked moss.
"I know you don't want to eat, and I know you'd rather be anywhere but stuck in here. But I will force you to eat something later. I don't care if I have to put you to sleep with herbs and shove a mouse down your throat myself. It'll make you better, as will drinking plenty of water."
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Post by finchsong on Oct 18, 2012 17:39:07 GMT -6
Finchsong's one-eyed gaze found Waspwing once again, her whiskers drooping. "But who's going to feed the Clan? I need to hunt... I don't want -" She began coughing harshly again, her throat burning. However, determined to speak, she tried to shake off the coughing fit to no effect.
After she managed to calm down, the warrior began to meow again in a hoarse tone. "I need to prove myself now that I'm a warrior. I need to show that I'm worthy of having this name, even with one eye." The blue-gray cat was obviously rather upset.
She straightened up with some difficulty. "I guess I'll try to eat," she sighed with a trace of stubbornness. "My throat just feels too raw to swallow, and I'm not sure how well I'll be able to hold anything down." Finchsong half-dragged herself over to one of the nests nearby, resigning to the fact that she'd be stuck here. The female settled down, mouth feeling parched. Frustrated, she wished that she didn't have an illness - which, regretfully, was rather pointless seeing as how things were.
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Post by Waspwing on Oct 19, 2012 13:32:00 GMT -6
"You've proved your strength time after time, Finchsong. You kept going after losing your eye, you braved through the fire, you trained until you finally earned your name. How would you feel if you were to die because you tried too hard? You wouldn't be considered a hero, you would be seen as some sort of..Joke."
He dropped a shrew at her nest, along with more water-soaked moss. "Trust me, I know exactly how you feel."
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Post by finchsong on Oct 22, 2012 12:02:35 GMT -6
Finchsong felt her willpower dissolving like frost on a warm green-leaf day. Of course, Waspwing was right. She didn't want to end up dead because of her stubbornness and determination to prove herself. The she-cat leaned forward to lap at the water, hardly realizing how thirsty she had been. "Thanks," she half-sighed after a while, hoping that she would stop feeling so sick in a few days. The warrior couldn't stand the thought of staying cooped up forever, but then again, the tabby medicine cat had proven his point. She licked her lips, taking a small bite of the shrew and swallowing with some difficulty.
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