As I Breathe You in (P)

[Fadingnight]

((Like my title haha, it's le song I'm listening to. ANYWHO Thistlefang

When would all this snow go away?
All of her joints ached, her hind quarters, her neck, everything. The gray she-cat had just woken up and a cold breeze was already wafting in from the entrance of the apprentice den. Oh Cloudclan she hated the cold. The freezing... bitter... nasty cold. Getting to her paws she shook the nest from her pelt and slowly made her way to the entrance. I really need to start getting up earlier... this sun is blinding.

Pulling her aching body from the den her eyes in a squint finally she got out, but not before she slipped on ice and smashed her chin against a hard area of ice. "Mouse-dung!" She cursed, quickly pulling her paw to the throbbing area before just as speedily pulling it away when it stung. There was no blood, but that didn't make the pain any less. Just called her mind that she wouldn't have to head to the medicine cat den. She hated the smell of sickness and all those... herbs.

That's when she noticed her throat itched, she tried to growl and itch it that way, but instead a flurry of coughs came out. Probably just a hair.

[Thistlefang]

Thistlepaw watched the she-cat silently from his nest. An older apprentice. What's she doing up so early? He narrowed his eyes, scanning over her and watching to see where she'd go. It was cold out. Wouldn't she rather be warm in her nest? Maybe she's hungry. Or going out for training. Glad Willowlight gave me the day off. He yawned and was about to turn over until he heard a thud. Thistlepaw flinched and looked over.

He had to stop himself from laughing. This was just too funny. Small purrs of amusement rumbled in his throat. That's gotta hurt. He smirked and watched her as she gathered herself up. Thistlepaw huffed as she started to cough. I can't just sit here. Why aren't the other apprentices doing anything? Standing up with a grumble, the black tom stalked over, making sure he wouldn't slip. Reaching the silver tabby, he tilted his head. "You wanna go see Mintfrost? That cough sounds pretty bad."

[Fadingnight]

A black tom appeared behind her.
He asked about her cough, well more mentioned that it sounded bad and she should get it checked out. But at this point Fadingpaw was still an ignorant young apprentice, and she pushed it off. "Nah, it's just a little tickle." She cleared her throat to show him, pushing down another cough and smiling awkwardly. "Just need a little something to drink."

There was a little creek on the territory close to camp; she'd go there. The snow was mixed with mud and had been padded on over and over again, no way she wanted that in her mouth. "Hey, I'm heading down to the creek if you want to tag along." The apprentice's chin was beginning to feel slightly better already as she began to think of other things, get her mind off the throbbing. "Fadingpaw by the way."

[Thistlefang]

Thistlepaw grunted in disbelief at her reply. "It doesn't sound like it." I'll tell Mintfrost or Littlefox about this later. There's no way that's just a tickle! Watch her wake up the whole den with her coughing. The tom thought, shrugging at her offer. "I guess so." He answered, padding off toward the exit. "Let's go, then." Maybe I'll be able to catch something on the way.

He flicked an ear as he caught her name. Fadingpaw? Never heard anything like that before. "Thistlepaw."

[Fadingnight]

The outer edges of the camp were muddier than the rest.
Water had trickled down from the middle and now puddles were literally everywhere. Most froze over during the night but with the gradual warming up some stayed liquid.

Exiting the camp she made a b-line for the creek. Not only had her throbbing chin stopped... well throbbing but her throat was on fire. From a steady paced walk to a sprint she dashed over and almost slid into the freezing depths. The apprentice quickly lowered her head and took four long gulps before sitting down, her back hunched and her eyes grey. "Uh Thistle, you may be right." She paused to wipe some snot water from her running nose. "I need to go see Mintfrost."

((Sorry rushed, I have to get to work!

[Thistlefang]

[Oh it's fine!]

Thistlepaw dashed behind her, careful not to slip. He reached the stream just moments after Fadingpaw had, and he silently watched her gulp the water down. How thirsty were you? He squinted, studying her eyes. They were different. Dull. He shrugged, assuming it was nothing, and drank some water himself. After a few more gulps his ears picked up a voice. "Hm?" He looked over at her as she started talking.

Now, it wasn't like Thistlepaw to be this kind, but it was early in the morning, and this apprentice seemed alright. He stood up and padded closer to her, a frown on his muzzle. "That's what I figured. Want me to go with you to the medicine den?"

[Fadingnight]

The grey she-cat shrugged and smiled a bit between coughs.
"If you really want to, I mean I don't want to get you sick but the company would be nice." She started wirily towards the camp again. Fadingpaw would have to go in that forsaken den, with those nasty smells, those nasty herbs, nasty sickness.

Well she was of sickness now wasn't she. At least she hoped and prayed she wasn't.
It was probably just a small cold, it would blow over.

((We can continue in the med cat's den, I shall make a thread now, but I may or may not have plans for tomorrow so my replies may or may not be delayed.

[Thistlefang]

|| Cool. ||

He sighed and nodded once. This she-cat was nice, not an annoyance. A possible friend. It'd be a shame if she were sick. He turned and walked next to her, lending a shoulder in case she needed to lean on him. "I'll come with you. Hopefully this isn't anything big." He cleared his throat and picked up the pace as they made it to the camp.