Post by Phoenix on May 15, 2017 9:27:15 GMT -5
Bravebird hadn't felt right in days. What had started out as a sudden, heavy exhaustion coupled with an annoying but bearable sore throat had turned into a full blown lethargy that kept him from moving more than a few tail lengths from his nest. Continually waking himself (and others, sorry others) up via coughing over the course of the night meant that the daylight saw him in this half zombie state, needing more sleep but unable to get it. And, as if StarClan had decided that he was not miserable enough, today he had tried to move only to feel as though he were struggling to breathe underwater. There he lay, just outside the warrior's den, blue eyes glancing occasionally toward the camp entrance (because a responsible warrior would get up and go fishing) before traveling around the familiar are to rest on Ottersplash's Den (even though it had been moons, it still felt a little weird calling it that). He had to do something; he couldn't lay there all day, sprawled as though some massive bird had dropped him.
If he thought about it, that something was painfully - literally, for just then, a hacking cough shook his entire body - obvious. The problem was that the medicine cat den was so far away, and he wanted to move just about at much as he wanted to march into StoneClan's camp and tell them that he was a RainClan warrior. Even if he could muster the energy to drag himself over there, he had lived with Swanfeather long enough to know that healing others was not an exact science. Though they didn't realize it, half of the patients that came to see his mother were sent away with a generic herb that had the chance to mitigate some of the symptoms, but would not attack the disease itself. He had learned that much more of that art was guesswork and speculation than anyone ever knew. No, it was that much easier to just lay here (he curled himself into a little ball, nose tucked under his tail as he gazed miserably around camp) where he was comfortable and out of the way.
He would just rest here until he felt well enough, and then he could consider going to see Ottersplash and try not to compare him too much to Swanfeather. His eyelids suddenly felt very heavy, and they drooped... Could he fall asleep here? But he wouldn't fall asleep here; he would just sit here with his eyes closed and...
OOC: feel free to wake him up and drag him off to see Ottersplash
If he thought about it, that something was painfully - literally, for just then, a hacking cough shook his entire body - obvious. The problem was that the medicine cat den was so far away, and he wanted to move just about at much as he wanted to march into StoneClan's camp and tell them that he was a RainClan warrior. Even if he could muster the energy to drag himself over there, he had lived with Swanfeather long enough to know that healing others was not an exact science. Though they didn't realize it, half of the patients that came to see his mother were sent away with a generic herb that had the chance to mitigate some of the symptoms, but would not attack the disease itself. He had learned that much more of that art was guesswork and speculation than anyone ever knew. No, it was that much easier to just lay here (he curled himself into a little ball, nose tucked under his tail as he gazed miserably around camp) where he was comfortable and out of the way.
He would just rest here until he felt well enough, and then he could consider going to see Ottersplash and try not to compare him too much to Swanfeather. His eyelids suddenly felt very heavy, and they drooped... Could he fall asleep here? But he wouldn't fall asleep here; he would just sit here with his eyes closed and...
OOC: feel free to wake him up and drag him off to see Ottersplash
