Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2014 20:32:41 GMT -5
Lying there, a cat, coughing and hacking; catching his breath seemed almost impossible for him. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, moons, they seemed to go by as the senior warrior lied in the medicine cat den, surrounded by other cats that had fallen ill during this leafbare. Coughing was all you could hear, painful to the ears, and to the heart. Loved ones falling ill, and slowly fading away, StarClan scooping them up and taking them away to hunt for the countless seasons to come. A young apprentice ran up to one of the nests, looking about frantically, “Shadowstripe? Shadowstripe!” The black apprentice scrambled up to a black tabby cat with white paws and a white tuft of fur on his chest. He was coughing and hacking horribly, but with each cough, his breaths grew shallower and shallower, until his chest stopped moving up and down. StarClan had taken him away, one of the many victims of this leafbare outbreak. The black apprentice’s green eyes showed pain and misery, moons of waiting for her mentor to recover, ended up in tragedy. Why StarClan, why must you be so cruel?
Blackpaw shifted and kicked in her sleep, messing up her nest. A loud hiss of another apprentice woke her up from her dream. She got up and shook her head, the dream still lingering on her mind, taunting her, telling her that she couldn’t continue her warrior training until Redstar appointed her a new mentor; and it had already been half a moon since Shadowstripe passed from greencough. Tail drooped and head low, she padded over to the fresh-kill pile and picked up a rabbit and brought it to the elders, “Enjoy.” She mewed unenthusiastically, her mind still wandering far away from the LightningClan camp. The elders meowed something in return, but just walked into the elder’s den and started checking their pelts for ticks All good, it’ll give me time to do absolutely nothing. Sighing as she left the den, she started searching for Gingerpelt, maybe she’d bring her on a patrol or do something Warrior-like. “Gingerpelt!” she yowled into the warrior’s den, “Can we talk?”
Blackpaw shifted and kicked in her sleep, messing up her nest. A loud hiss of another apprentice woke her up from her dream. She got up and shook her head, the dream still lingering on her mind, taunting her, telling her that she couldn’t continue her warrior training until Redstar appointed her a new mentor; and it had already been half a moon since Shadowstripe passed from greencough. Tail drooped and head low, she padded over to the fresh-kill pile and picked up a rabbit and brought it to the elders, “Enjoy.” She mewed unenthusiastically, her mind still wandering far away from the LightningClan camp. The elders meowed something in return, but just walked into the elder’s den and started checking their pelts for ticks All good, it’ll give me time to do absolutely nothing. Sighing as she left the den, she started searching for Gingerpelt, maybe she’d bring her on a patrol or do something Warrior-like. “Gingerpelt!” she yowled into the warrior’s den, “Can we talk?”