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Post by 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝔂 on Oct 14, 2018 19:07:31 GMT -5
The petite she-cat padded hesitantly after Honeypuddle, eyes wide as moons as she spotted Coyotepaw emerge from the den. He looked worse than before, if that was even possible. Petalpaw didn't like to see anyone suffer, especially not her friends. She prayed that the sickly tom would be ok; that this would be temporary. Maybe he was dehydrated, like so many of them have been recently. Maybe he just needed lots of water. The dilute tortoiseshell tore her gaze away from the two cats and looked around, searching for the opportunity to go on a water patrol. There - she saw Softstep, Asheye, and Flurrypelt with mossballs in their mouths. Petalpaw bounded over to the group, a light of hope in her pale eyes. "Could I join you?" Her plan was to bring back as much water as possible to help take care of the clan. Mainly, Coyotepaw, as she assumed the sickness was due to lack of water. Petalpaw knew guessing something like that was foolish, but the apprentice didn't want to lie around while her clanmates were falling ill.
Vixenstar's tail drooped as Honeypuddle left her side to assist Coyotepaw. The young cat did not look well at all. She had to look away; seeing another cat suffer was more than she could take. Her yellow gaze traveled around the camp instead, watching as others began emerging from their dens. We need all the well cats to start working as soon as possible, Vixenstar mused to herself, her tail swaying as she thought. With a flick of her ears, the leader turned and leaped back onto the Boulder. As she reached the top, she raised her voice, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather for a clan meeting!"
( welcome, forestpaw! u can jump right in )
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Oct 15, 2018 17:45:09 GMT -5
Coyotepaw tried to dip his head in greeting to Honeypuddle as the medicine cat approached. However, the tom stumbled and almost fell. He caught himself though and focused on Honeypuddle with dizzy eyes. "I'm fine," he tried to lie. "I'm just a little tired still. I think I overworked yesterday, but maybe some water would help." The apprentice felt practically parched. He tried licking his lips, but they just came up dry. Yet as much as the tom wanted to refuse the medicine cat when he was ordered to lean on him, he wondered if Honeypuddle or Whitepaw had water. So, Coyotepaw did as he was told. He let the medicine cat lead him to the den.
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