Sickness Of the Heart [Mouse/Shadow] Jun 13, 2020 16:15:33 GMT -5
Post by The Fae on Jun 13, 2020 16:15:33 GMT -5
Bright pale green eyes blinked sleepily up at the darkening sky. The moist heat of the evening rolled into the night time that was the most active for her clan. She'd taken the time off from training with Starlingcry and a few of the other apprentices earlier to rest for the day as she had been very busy with training and helping out within camp. That being said; she could tell from the pounding in her head and the aching in her trembling legs that she overdid herself. She winced when she looked up at the sky and caught the light of the moon in her eyeballs making them burn and her head feel as if it got smacked around a few good times. She knew without a doubt she'd overworked herself. There was a difference between the aches though. She could already tell; the difference between aching and tired muscles from overwroking herself in training and then the body deep ache that seemed to make her feel so freaking miserable that she knew it was her overworked body protesting in the form of a sickness. She'd literally worked herself half to death. Well maybe not half to death but dang near in her opinion. Yet, even if she was sick from her hard work. No one seemed to say anything to her about it if they smelt it on her. Not Breezepaw and not Cricketpaw either; the two that she shared the apprentice den with. Roachpaw would just sneer at her or completely ignore her of course as usual after their last spit in the woods that made them rivals.
Her ears perked a little at the sound of voices outside and realized that a hunting patrol must have just gotten back as she could faintly smell the scent of fresh kill. But, for whatever reason; maybe the sickness of the fever that ran through her small body, the scent just made her queasy and lose her appetite. She knew she should probably go see Shadowchaser but she felt like if she did go see the Nightclan's medicine cat then she'd be out of training for awhile and she didn't want to disappoint Starlingcry by missing out. Granted the older molly should have chided her if she did come to training half a zombie on her paws. Claiming she couldn't work with a half dead cat who could barely stand on her own two paws and waste both their times and Mousepaw just couldn't do that to her mentor. Her mentor worked hard in her own distant and decisive way to train the meek grey and white molly to becoming a stronger version of herself and despite her cold words and blank stare Mousepaw looked up to her mentor because even if it was Darkstar who paired them up together; Starlingcry looked out for her in her own way and that's more then Mousepaw could say for the rest of her clan besides her few friends she had.
So that being said the small molly pulled herself to her feet; swaying a little and having to close her eyes when she saw dark spots in her vision for a moment blocking out her view of the stars. She took a breath and wobbled her way out of the apprentice quarters and straight for Shadowchaser's den. She knew others could smell her sickness but despite it she forced her paws to tremble just a little less while she walked and kept her head up despite her eyesight making it difficult to see with the growing darkness around the edges and the pounding in her head. She knew she was probably dehydrated too. She hadn't really eaten or drank that much since she got sick because she didn't have the apetite or energy to do so. Feeling drained when she got to the herb scented entrance of the den that housed the dark brown tom inside that she sought for she had to lean herself up against the entrance and take a breath. With how she acted you'd think she was dying or something. But, it was just in fact Mousepaw's small body could not take the neglect she put on it much more.
Pale green orbs peered hazily into the den as she tried to speak through a dry throat. "S-Shadow...." she swallowed the small bit of saliva in her throat that she managed to produce as she too one, two, three steps into the den. "Shadowchaser..." and then she went limp into a faint and collapsed a few steps into his den.