Post by BlooRey DVD on Sept 4, 2019 10:30:25 GMT -5
Feathercloud
The silver warrioress had been fast asleep in the early hours of the morning when the slightest nagging feeling roused her from her slumber. Still groggy, she failed to put a paw on just what it was that had disturbed her, but she was dimly aware that something wasn’t right. Ice blue eyes snapped open to stare at the den wall as her sleep-fogged mind pondered this strange feeling building within her.
It began with her breathing. Seemingly without cause, the long-furred she-cat began almost gasping, her breaths reduced to panting as she lay motionless. She burned with an uncomfortable warmth despite the early morning air, and her eyes narrowed in response as confusion settled over her. Briefly, she wondered if she should get air. These heat flashes had become more and more common lately, the Sparkling Brook becoming one of her favorite places to be despite Feathercloud hating wetting her long fur.
But without the cool water, things could escalate to unbearable so quickly, and render controlling her sudden shifts in mood even more impossible a task. For the umpteenth time in the last moon or so, she couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with her. This time, she would have little time to dwell on the thought, for her whole midsection suddenly tensed uncomfortably. With a sharp inhale at the sudden stab, the warrioress nearly jumped from her nest. Not wanting to disturb Sprucefur, she gathered what little energy she had to drag herself from her shared nest.
Every paw step felt like climbing a mountain, the she-cat’s head swimming and rendering coherent thought nearly impossible. Staggering around other sleeping forms, she made it outside by some StarClan given miracle. Her breathing was jagged as a broken trunk now, puffs of air blooming to existence whenever she could manage the motion. And all the while, her abdomen seemed to squeeze, tying itself into knots no matter what she did.
Another sharp spike of pain soared through her as she tried to put distance between her and the sleeping warriors. Gagging with the agony, the she-cat wretched helplessly. Having not eaten properly the night before, her nausea having been an issue, the silver she-cat had nothing she could possibly throw up. But the unceasing squeezing, as though someone were crushing her insides, left her dry-heaving between gasps for air.
She hadn’t noticed the tremble in her steps before. Yet now, every fiber of her being seemed to vibrate with the effort of standing. No longer capable of putting one paw in front of the other, Feathercloud slid into a sit roughly in the center of TreeClan’s camp. Gritting her teeth to silence any noise, she dug her claws into whatever she could find. Oh StarClan, what is this. Am I dying? She heard herself think.
And that’s what it felt like, with each wave of pain that rippled through her, crippling her every breath; dying.
The next thorn of pain knocked her forepaws from beneath her, and Feathercloud collapsed onto her side. Her flank rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to breathe, her body wracked by waves of pain more consistently than before. Still, she fought the sounds that threatened to explode into existence. Paws scrabbled at the air, claws desperate for something to curl into, as though that might dull the fire that burned through her stomach. Pupils contracted to slits a moment before the pain turned to vicious agony.
The shriek that tore from her throat went largely unnoticed by the fallen she-cat. It ripped through the silence of the morning air, echoing off the trunk walls. Though she’d been concerned earlier about waking others, she no longer had time for that. Not when she was being consumed like this. Her stomach seized sharply again, leaving her to shudder through the next wave of pain and turning a second shriek in a garbled, keening caterwaul that communicated her agony.
StarClan, help me.
It began with her breathing. Seemingly without cause, the long-furred she-cat began almost gasping, her breaths reduced to panting as she lay motionless. She burned with an uncomfortable warmth despite the early morning air, and her eyes narrowed in response as confusion settled over her. Briefly, she wondered if she should get air. These heat flashes had become more and more common lately, the Sparkling Brook becoming one of her favorite places to be despite Feathercloud hating wetting her long fur.
But without the cool water, things could escalate to unbearable so quickly, and render controlling her sudden shifts in mood even more impossible a task. For the umpteenth time in the last moon or so, she couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with her. This time, she would have little time to dwell on the thought, for her whole midsection suddenly tensed uncomfortably. With a sharp inhale at the sudden stab, the warrioress nearly jumped from her nest. Not wanting to disturb Sprucefur, she gathered what little energy she had to drag herself from her shared nest.
Every paw step felt like climbing a mountain, the she-cat’s head swimming and rendering coherent thought nearly impossible. Staggering around other sleeping forms, she made it outside by some StarClan given miracle. Her breathing was jagged as a broken trunk now, puffs of air blooming to existence whenever she could manage the motion. And all the while, her abdomen seemed to squeeze, tying itself into knots no matter what she did.
Another sharp spike of pain soared through her as she tried to put distance between her and the sleeping warriors. Gagging with the agony, the she-cat wretched helplessly. Having not eaten properly the night before, her nausea having been an issue, the silver she-cat had nothing she could possibly throw up. But the unceasing squeezing, as though someone were crushing her insides, left her dry-heaving between gasps for air.
She hadn’t noticed the tremble in her steps before. Yet now, every fiber of her being seemed to vibrate with the effort of standing. No longer capable of putting one paw in front of the other, Feathercloud slid into a sit roughly in the center of TreeClan’s camp. Gritting her teeth to silence any noise, she dug her claws into whatever she could find. Oh StarClan, what is this. Am I dying? She heard herself think.
And that’s what it felt like, with each wave of pain that rippled through her, crippling her every breath; dying.
The next thorn of pain knocked her forepaws from beneath her, and Feathercloud collapsed onto her side. Her flank rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to breathe, her body wracked by waves of pain more consistently than before. Still, she fought the sounds that threatened to explode into existence. Paws scrabbled at the air, claws desperate for something to curl into, as though that might dull the fire that burned through her stomach. Pupils contracted to slits a moment before the pain turned to vicious agony.
The shriek that tore from her throat went largely unnoticed by the fallen she-cat. It ripped through the silence of the morning air, echoing off the trunk walls. Though she’d been concerned earlier about waking others, she no longer had time for that. Not when she was being consumed like this. Her stomach seized sharply again, leaving her to shudder through the next wave of pain and turning a second shriek in a garbled, keening caterwaul that communicated her agony.
StarClan, help me.
If by my life or death I can protect you, I will.
Note: 75 moons old