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Post by nightstreak on Oct 9, 2012 14:00:05 GMT -6
She had definitely picked up something off the other cats, her body felt warmer than ever and she began to vomit, stained with red. Her stomach churned and her head swirled with many thoughts and questions so much that it hurt. At least she hoped that was the reason why. Padding into the medicine cat's den wobbilly she called, "Waspwing ... Fernpelt ... my I have some assistantenc-," her paws fell out from under her, she had never gotten sick before but she hated the feeling. Looking up she saw the pelt of another cat, but through hazy eyes, she couldn't tell if it was Waspwing, Fernpelt, or another warrior. Her nose also stuffed too, looking back down she mewed hoarsely, "Please help me."
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Post by Waspwing on Oct 10, 2012 20:13:37 GMT -6
Waspwing was almost afraid to get near her, which was actually scaring him even more. Usually he had no problem with seeing vomit or blood, ever. But this was. .Wow.
"Nightsong, can you hear me? Can you tell who I am?" She looked so sick, so tired. He wasn't even sure he could heal her, not yet. It would take a lot of time and work.
He quickly limped over to his herb storage, sending several leaves flying in his rush. "Fox dung!" He needed to calm down, now. He would only make things worse if he continued to act like this in front of Nightsong.
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Post by nightstreak on Oct 11, 2012 15:15:15 GMT -6
"Waspwing?" she mewed, looking up at the blurry figure, she shook her head as if to try to clear her vision, "Waspwing is that you?" She shivered, what in Cloudclan was wrong with her, one morning she was fine the next she woke up with a severe sickness. Looking at her paws she meowed weakly, "am I going to die?"
She tried to be as calm as she could, she wasn't even a senior warrior yet, hopefully she could pull through it.
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Post by Fernpelt on Oct 14, 2012 1:26:57 GMT -6
Fernpelt approached Nightsong, a determined look already on her face. "You might die if you can't tell us a bit of what's wrong with you," she said brusquely, getting a pawful of juniper berries and setting them down by the ailed she-cat. They were to keep up Nightsong's strength, but Fernpelt knew it was almost nothing compared to what relaly needed to be done. Unfortunately, she still didn't know what did need to be done.
"What are your symptoms?" Fernpelt asked again, quickly looking at the vomit for any sign of food that could have caused the heaving. As far as she could tell, it was just bile and half digested prey, with some blood... Internal bleeding? Inflicted from what wound? Fernpelt needed answers from Nightsong, and hopefully they could heal her sufficiently.
(Sorry for any typos. Was sorta in a rush.)
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Post by nightstreak on Oct 14, 2012 18:04:43 GMT -6
"Well," she rasped, "my throat does hurt a bit and I have a major belly ache, I feel like I'm one fire and... " she sniffed, "my nose is a bit too wet for my comfort." she could feel herself getting light headed and she laid it back between her paws. Surely she wouldnt die? She couldn't! She was way too young! "Oh yes and you look like a gaint blob of red fur."
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