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    copperkit / thunderclan kitten / ♀ / tags

    *:･ﾟ✦ It was an epidemic, and truthfully, Copperkit should have been quarantined and away from it as soon as the first signs began to appear on other cats. They coughed and sneezed all about the medicine den, and it wasn't long before Copperkit was forced to move her nest further back into the den and press herself against prickly sage brush and brambles in an attempt to savor the little bits of vitality she had left. Even so, like a heat-seeking detector, the virus found her and embedded into her body, and now she too coughed and spluttered all about herself. Now her own violent sneezes had joined the chorus of coughs and noise permanently emanating from the overcrowded den, and she found her days blurring with every dawn that passed. It was a cycle of sleeping and eating, and even when she did eat, it took nearly a day of convincing, because she was positive of the fact that she was not hungry and that ingesting anything would just make it all worse.


    She now laid awake in the dark, startled back to life by sneezes and a violent bout of cold sweats. She shivered pitifully and her mind raced with thoughts of malaise, and nothing could possibly stop the vague twitches of her limbs and inflamed mouth. Pushed far against the outer borders of the den made with clamorous bramble bushes, she found herself shifting within her nest all throughout the night, up until she hit her forepaw against the tip of a sharpened bramble and cut open her skin. Feeling the familiar feeling of blood flowing across her fur, a tragic expression appeared upon her pallid face, and she found tears prickling at the corners of her dulled, glazed-over gaze. All of it was too much; there was fever, coughs, sniffs, headaches, and every time she tried to leave her nest, she was accompanied by the feeling of dizziness and the very ground below her shifting and swimming beneath her heated eyes. A sob began to wrack her body and the blood ran heavier, the blood hardly stopped by any attempt of clotting made by her body. Her ashen expression morphed into that of hopelessness and she buried her face into her fur, trying to muffle the sounds so that she did not wake her denmates.

    >> Things weren't going so great in Thunderclan. Prey was short and everybody was sick, including some of the kittens, which wasn't great to begin with. Kittens didn't have the immune system to deal with more serious illnesses, so they were more likely to succumb to the viruses. Poor things, Sanddune wished she could do something to help. She had been sick earlier, but it was only just a cold that had plagued her for a few days before she eventually got better. The warrior was finally getting over her symptoms; the cold had only left her with a runny nose and a few rare coughs here and there. Sanddune was a cat with a strong evasion to sicknesses, giving her upbringing and where she grew up.

    The warrior could practically feel the sneezes and coughs radiating from the medicine cat den. It was severely overcrowded as a lot of the Thunderclanners were ill, coughing up a storm as the tabby warrior approached, mouth full of wet moss for the den. Sanddune knew from experience that sick cats could easily get dehydrated, so she thought that maybe bringing the water to them would help a little bit. She peered inside of the medicine cat den, looking past all of the sleeping cats and to Copperkit, snuggled in the back of the nursery and her bodies racking with sobs. Sanddune could clearly see that her paw was bleeding heavily, the shimmery crimson liquid staining the kit's nest. She quickly found herself starting to panic as she stepped over the sleeping cat's, eyes wide in concern as she dropped the moss next to Copperkit. "Copperkit, are you okay?" Sanddune stammered quietly, trying not to let the panic seep into her voice and make a huge scene. She knew the other cats needed their sleep now more than ever.