Post by Deleted on May 26, 2017 0:23:19 GMT -5
They can't break me as long as I know who I am. They can't see me, but I'm still here.
They can't tell me who to be cause I'm not what they see.
Fawn
Phoenix in case you wanted to try and get gustclaw sick xD
They can't tell me who to be cause I'm not what they see.
His dreams were worse than normal. His body shook and his pelt burned with fever. Over the past couple days, he'd started coughing, since fetching water for Kindleflare and the cats she was caring for. Apparently he'd gotten too close. He was trying to hide it as best he could, muffling his coughs in the moss of his nest or even in his own fur if he was desperate enough, but it was getting harder. His coughing was getting worse, enough that Firebird had started fussing over him like he was still a kit in the nursery. Darkcloud occasionally growled at him that he needed to get his tail to Kindleflare to be checked so he could actually get a decent night's sleep, the reserved tom's own way of telling him he was worried for his distant kin. But Blazefang was not about to let Kindleflare waste her herbs on him. She should save them for cats who were actually useful.
Tonight's dream was particularly bad. He was back with Gray, but the demented rogue had warped into some huge, malformed monster cat that held them down with one paw like he was nothing more than a mouse and batted him between his paws like a kit playing with a moss ball. He'd done something to displease the tom that held him captive, and as the great gray beast lowered his head, jaws parted, to eat him alive, he jolted awake, thrashing and screeching and likely waking the entire camp. Firebird was at his side in an instant, attempting to soothe him, lapping rythmically at his fur. Darkcloud had already moved to Kindleflare's den with his own cough, so it was only the two of them in the elder's den now.
His heart was racing, thundering in his chest. His claws were unsheathed, gripping his nest tightly, his eyes wide and fearful as his gaze darted around the den. Firebird murmured softly to him, purring, pressed against him, letting him feel the vibrations as she had done to soothe all of her kits when they were frightened. Slowly, he calmed down as the sky turned twilight gray and then color began to return to the world. At long last, he pushed away from the older she-cat, to his paws, embarassed that he had to be soothed like a kit. “I'll...-” he broke off into a coughing fit, trembling until he was forced to sit until it subsided.
“Blazefang... please, go see Kindleflare... we have lost too many kin to this sickness already, you and I... don't let yourself be another victim,” Firebird pleaded softly.
He shook his head and stood again, his voice rasping painfully, “I'll... get prey....” It was all he could manage, shuffling slowly toward the freshkill pile to find something he and Firebird could share, only to break down into another coughing fit just as he reached what was left, thoroughly contaminating it all. At least there wasn't much left, a scrawny rabbit and a few field mice.
Yeah, the world is still sleeping while I keep on dreaming for me,
And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe.
And their words are just whispers and lies that I'll never believe.
Fawn
Phoenix in case you wanted to try and get gustclaw sick xD