Family [Shadowpaw] May 16, 2017 17:20:09 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on May 16, 2017 17:20:09 GMT -5
Sharp yellow eyes scanned the Pineneedle Clearing as the red and brown mottled she-cat stalked through. Hanging from her jaws were two mice; she had long since decided who would have the honor of eating the mice she'd caught today. Hunting had been slightly more aggravating today, every movement made more difficult by the constant ache in her joints. Add to that the sore throat and sporadic coughs? Keeping silent and still was no longer as effortless as it had once been. Still, she'd succeeded. Of course she had. And now, she would feed her parents and her brother.
A near-indiscernible flick of her tail betrayed the worry nagging in the back of her mind. She was, quite frankly, pissed that StarClan had allowed something like this to happen to a she-cat as perfectly kind-hearted as her mother. Narrowing her gaze at the sky above, Cobrapaw stifled a growl if only because she didn't feel like suppressing to cough just now. Striding straight passed Grimjaw and Brightmoon returning from patrol, Cobrapaw didn't bother with courtesy; she had better things to do, and more important cats to attend to. Stony determination lit her already-eerie gaze, so much so that Cobrapaw was fairly certain Gloompaw had avoided her path on purpose earlier.
She slowed only as the medicine cat's makeshift den appeared before her. The scent of sickness drifted to her nose, slipping passed that of the freshkill with ease. Stepping forward so that she was in view, Cobrapaw stooped to deposit the two mice. She could just make out the calico pelt of Echobreeze, the petite warrioress writhing in what her daughter could only assume was a disturbed sleep. In the nest next to her, Cobrapaw's father seemed no better. His flank rose and fell in short puffs, as though he struggled to attain the air his body desired.
He'd deteriorated rapidly since leading Echobreeze to the medicine cat's den two days ago. Cobrapaw frowned, displeasure coating her features. Both Echobreeze and Hollowcry were victim to a much more severe case of this greencough, she was certain; neither one of them would have been bested by a simple sore throat and cough like she had. Dragging her fierce gaze away from the tortured figures of her parents, she sought out another familiar figure. "Shadowpaw." It was less of a question, and more of an expectation. He was likely busy, but he needed to rest at some point. And he most certainly needed to eat.