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  • Needless to say, Solveig felt bad. It was a different sort of bad than she was used to. Any harm that usually came of her, any pain, had always been external, physical pain caused by another's paws. But this? She had never experienced a sickness so severe. A plague, they were calling it- a wrath, perhaps, but it seemed that- at least she would pray that- it wasn't contagious. Contaminated prey, more like a food poisoning then anything else, but then it still didn't explain how she had gotten it, even if she hadn't eaten the prey. It were the thoughts that littered her mind as she lay in bed, trying not to feel sorry for herself, even as coughing up blood, golden blood, was a scary sight. Her fever was still raging on, and though she was cold, despite the desert heat, she found no solace in the warmth of the afternoon. Tired. She just felt tired, perhaps, a likely symptom of what she was trying to battle. A terrible third tier she was being, too, stuck in bed, but her limbs felt heavy whenever she tried to move, her eyes duller than usual. It would do not good to go out looking like this, in such a despicable manner. No, they would just simply have to wait until she possessed the energy to rise from her bed.


    //Sorry for the shortness! My internet keeps cutting out and I'm trying to race it c:


    -[Alsanna]-

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    Solveig Andromeda - BloodClan Warlord of Strategy

  • -- Alsanna--

    There was something in the air which just didn't feel right. Besides the deathly miasma which had drawn more than half the camp into a blood spewing fever. No, it was almost as if this disease, this sickness, had some form of hatred behind it and Alsanna just couldn't figure it out. Pictures and places danced around in her thoughts making the kit quite dizzy if she tried to sort them out. No, she had learned that with time they would make sense. The added chaos did little to make her feel any better though, especially since arguablly the most important person in the camp, to her at least, was suffering right now.


    Her mind found itself remaining on the sick and how they fared more often than not. It was hard to find anything else to do with everyone in such a state of disarray, but it was also so much more than that. Even at such a young age, Alsanna was slowly piecing together that Bloodclan wasn't exactly the nicest place to be. Regardless of that fact it was still where she lived. The others could sometimes be a little scary but that didn't matter. So she had taken it upon herself to help out where she could. From dragging what few half-filled buckets of water she could to those who needed it, to simply trying to cheer them up with the very best encouraging mewls she could muster: she was trying.


    Now though the tiny black and white frame would shuffle into the darkened room, the strong scent of blood almost overwhelming her senses for a moment as she dragged those wide eyes away from the splatters of sunlit blood towards Solveig, and at that moment a mixed cry of dread and concern escaped her. Initially, words did not come easy and neither did movement. Carefully placing one shaking paw after the other, the child weaved her way towards the prone feline and pressed that small fluffy body against her "S-Scared?" The voice of shattered glass again asked gently. She had to make sure her guardian was okay.

    -- Fear is a reasonable response to life / Tags --

    ooc: That's fine! Don't worry~


  • How caring she was, for one so small. Despite all of Solveig's worries as to whether or not Alsanna would catch this plague, she was slowly coming to the realization that whatever this was, wasn't normal. First the drought, then zombies, and now a plague? It was like they were the target of some sort of cruel joke. Unaware of Alsanna's growing power, she chalked up the girl's reaction to nothing more than uncertainty and fear of the unknown, as to whatever this truly was. It made no logical sense. No logic that Solveig could find to describe it other than it simply was. Some power unknown to any of them, akin to her telepathy, but even stronger than any conjuring or ability that she could find. She had even knocked poisons out of the picture. It was possible, of course, some sort of mild reaction to something, but it would have been too hard to pull off. And, if this was killing their prey, then she wouldn't simply still be lying here. She would be dead. Or worse than she had been when she first woke up with it. But neither of those things had occurred.


    Her eyes shot open at the soft sound of footsteps in her doorway, a flutter of her heart in a brief moment of panic until she heard the small cry in the dim lighting of her den, pushing herself up onto her elbows, instead of her side, so that her head might turn to seek out the scrap of black fur on her floor. It seemed she had to move no further, however, as Alsanna tip-toed her way over and crawled up besides her. The press of her warm fur against her side was still a foreign touch, but she allowed the smile to rise upon her face a little higher. Scared? The question came, small and uncertain, and for a time Solveig paused, carefully drawing breath into her lungs, resting her head back down on her paws. "No," she answered telepathically, not trusting her voice to speak without also coughing. Even if her answer was a lie- a sentiment of which she still wasn't positive of herself- it was an answer Alsanna needed to hear. "Are you okay?" she would then turn the questions back onto her. She didn't look sick, but if Alsanna was anything like her younger self she couldn't be sure of that, either. "I do not know if it's contagious or not. You ought to be careful." It wasn't a scolding, only a soft warning, her own uncertainty.

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    Solveig Andromeda - BloodClan Warlord of Strategy

  • -- Alsanna--

    The simple action of moving alone made her expression lighten somewhat. On her way over here a feeling of dread had found a place in her heart, as the idea of entering this room just to find Solveig very still had crossed her mind once or twice. This, no matter how small, helped her feel better. It seemed to take her guardian a little while to finally reply using that special voice of hers. That was fine. She could wait. The kit had mused on the topic of how the older feline spoke in such a way. Her mouth didn't open and yet those words echoed deep within her head. The idea of asking about it once or twice had crossed her mind before, but it never seemed to be the right time. This was no different.


    "Fine" Her own response came almost instantly as the first question was asked, the slight waver in her voice giving away how nervous she was even now. "I-I hid in the dark a-and it did not see me" Apparently that was the best answer Solveig would receive, since straight afterwards Alsanna shook her head in defiance. "It won't get me. I-I've been helping the others" After spending all day with the rest of the sick she was pretty certain that it couldn't spread. Or at least, she seemed to be immune to those ghastly symptoms.

    -- Fear is a reasonable response to life / Tags --