one day you'll disappear / open; sick

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    Sickness. The plague is a horrible enemy to a child whose body is still weak and frail. This feeling is unfamiliar to him so the heat, the fever, overwhelms Palekit's tiny body. He feels like he is on fire, burning, and his head feels as if claws are sinking through his fragmented cranium. It hurts. He doesn't know many words, but he knows this is what adults call pain. Help! He cannot even mewl this agony, this dread. And so, Palekit stops moving. He trips on his way out, flopping onto his scrawny, thin body with a wheeze for air. His heart slows and the child wonders if this is what mother felt when she was about to disappear. There is another pain he feels, an emotional one. He wonders if Turtlebite wanted to see them grow up. How does mother want him? Does she want him happy? Sad? Angry? Should he grow up kind or intelligent? Right now, it seems like it doesn't matter. His future feels short and sharp. If he too closes his eyes hard enough, maybe he will see his mother, but he hasn't even reached the stage that his true hues have settled into his irises. They still remain a deep, mourning sapphire. His trachea constricts, and blood projects from the kitten's maw. He could die here.

    [ ooc ] whoop, just born and straight up sick. have a good day c:


    I'VE BEEN HEARING SYMPHONIES

    Hawkclaw / WindClan Senior Warrior / female [♀] / tags & information


    *:･ﾟ✦ Hawkclaw had briefly trained as a medicine cat, but quit after Twilightpaw returned. She didn't feel that she was right for the position, and was relieved when the apprentice came back so that Hawk wouldn't have to be the medicine cat. She didn't know much, but she still cared about her Clanmates.


    The tortoiseshell was watching the kittens from a distance, her blue eyes blank and lacking emotion. But when Palekit trips, then coughs up blood, all the life and concern returned to Hawkclaw's eyes. She rushed over to the kitten, lowering her head to his level. Oh, StarClan, no! It appeared that he had contracted a serious disease, one that could kill him if he wasn't treated. " twilightpaw! " She called, hoping that the mca would have a cure.


    "Speech."

    Morningkit had taken to spending as much time around her brother as possible. When they had no one else to lean on, with their mother dead and their father somewhere, at least they had each other. And so, when the tortoiseshell and white kitten noticed that the warmth of her brother was gone from her side, she wobbled to her paws and then waddled from the nursery on delicate legs, blinking her still-blue eyes against the brightness of the sun. Where was Palekit?


    Hawkclaw's call drew her attention, when she spotted her brother's form hunched over on the ground. Going as quickly as her shaky, kit-sized legs could take her, Morningkit stumbled over to where Hawkclaw stood over Palekit, calling for someone named Twilightpaw. Sensitive eyes wide, the tortoiseshell kitten let out a squeaky cry and touched her nose to her brother's fur, worry clear in her tone. Why did he smell like Turtlebite when she had died? There was that same, tangy scent accompanying a splash of red in front of his jaws. She turned her imploring, terrified gaze to Hawkclaw, wanting to be told that her brother would be okay, but doubting it would be the truth.

    Help, he can't breathe. His heart is rushing, his mind is overflowing and his lungs are screaming. He can feel his muscles begin to constrict because of a lack of oxygen, and his vision blurs. Like a mix, a swirling hum, he can hear a voice call out a name he does not recognise. He is only familiar with the queens that look after them and a few of the kittens in the nursery. The only one he feels safe around is Morningkit, his sister. He care so deeply about her that the thought of being erased, deleted from this world, is horrifying. He wants to try and smile and say that he is alright, but he is anything but alright. He can't move, he is paralysed with fatique. "H-...elp," the child croaks, but then rolls to his side with his eyes shut. In the fever of it all, he has fainted. No words run through his once buzzing mind. There is almost a peace to this. No panic, no fear - but there is also no happiness or joy, just an overbearing silence he is unaware of. Is he dead? Not even Palekit knows, but he feels no pain this way, no agony.



    lingering in the last light of dusk

    lies within the shadows of trust

    It appeared the medicine apprentice was needed once again. No true ceremony. And not introduced to the other clans. It appeared the HalfClanner would be doing more work. She was fine with it and stumbled onto the scene. Oh no. What was happening? She didn’t have any clue on how to deal with this! She wasn’t trained. Her icy gaze went towards Hawkclaw. And then towards the kittens. "What is... even going on?" She has asked.