Hints of Something Spreading [OPEN]

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Skystar peered out of his den. "Deathdream, are you okay? You smell sour." He moved forward to where Deathdream was standing outside the warriors' den. "I'm no medicine cat," he growled, "but I think you should visit the medicine den." He moved away from the ginger tom and entered the medicine den himself. Hollowcry was sick, and he wanted to see his friend. Stopping beside Hollowcry's nest, he murmured, "Are you any better today, my friend?"

[Santiago]

A cold chilling wind blew through the clan camp. The tom shivered and curled up tighter. The white and gray tom closed his eyes, attempting to sleep once again, but he failed miserably. The deputy stood not far out of the Warrior's den. Not long later he heard Skystar's commands of Deathdream visiting a medicine cat. Hollowcry was already there, but at first he refused. The warrior only went because of his beloved leader and friend asked him too. He refused for the main reason is that it would require talking, and every cat in Thunderclan knew that Hollowcry didn't really talk much. He got his name for a reason. The quiet tom heard his closets friend walk over to him. The spotted leader asked if he was feeling any better to which Hollowcry shook his head no and quietly whispered in a voice that could barely been heard, "No. Cough. Sore. Throat hurts." Hollowcry spoke in broken sentences to his friend, though he was sure Skystar could translate him by this point. Everybody was going to get sick. Hollowcry just knew it.

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SKystar nosed his friend's fur. "Don't worry, you'll get better. Stormbringer and Brookpaw will make sure of that." He started out of the medicine den. "I'm going to get prey for you. You still need to eat." Once in the clearing, he strode over to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a mouse that had a bit of meat on it for once. Ducking back inside the medicine den, he laid the mouse at his friend's nest. Leaning over, he began to wash his friend's fur, starting at his ears and moving down his back. Skystar did this in long, rhythmic strokes of his tongue, as if soothing a distressed kit. He kept at it even when the sour stench of sickness hit his nose.

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[Santiago]

Hollowcry felt a warm tongue lick gently over his fur. He sighed in comfort. But, his comfort was short lived when Hollowcry went into a coughing fit. It seemed like a badger clawed down his throat. Another cold breeze blew into the den which made Hollowcry shiver. Hollowcry's ears twitched when he heard the deputy's question. The tom sat up to catch his breath from his coughing fit. Hollowcry glanced over to the Bengal cat and shook his head no. Hollowcry spoke in a hoarse, raspy voice, "Haven't seen yet." then he let out a few more coughs. Hollowcry let himself fall on his nest and snuggled closer to his friend.

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SKystar was extremely worried for his friend. That coughing fit sounded bad. Was it greencough? He felt Hollowcry snuggle closer to him, and he offered his warmth to his sick friend, curling up beside Hollowcry, still linking. "Deathdream, do you think that you could send a warrior out to find Stormbringer?" Thinking, he added, "And by that I mean a warrior. You won't be going to find Stormbringer, not in this weather with that stench of sickness." Curling closer to his friend, he lowered his head and began to gently lick the top of his friend's head, smoothing it down and offering even the slightest bit of comfort.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=height,313,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://i1140.photobucket.com/albums/n576/whitbug1/deathdream-table.jpg); padding: 40px 0px 0px 10px;,true] - Watch my moves! - - Read my mind! - - - "Hear my voice!" Deathdream watched Hollowcry cough and began to feel bad for the warrior. Poor Hollowcry. He's pretty sick. Skystar is hinting that I might have a sickness as well.... The thought of getting sick at this time made Deathdream feel even worse. "I shall, Skystar." Deathdream said to his leader and bounded out of the medicine cat's den. "Does anyone know where Stormbringer is? Would anyone like to search for her?" The deputy called out in a raspy voice. Oh someone please take this job. I don't want to stay out here for too long in case if I have what Hollowcry has as well....

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Sickness had come to Thunderclan. Not even opening her striking yellow eyes upon rousing from frustratingly dreamless dozing a large she-cat sighs deeply. Starclan tested them so..her faith hung in tatters like a shredded pelt. Squeezing her eyes even tighter closed the medicine cat wished it all away, imagining the clan she was born to, the bright and happy world she once knew. A breeze rattled some loose tangle off bramble above her and brought her back to reality. The faint, cloying scent of greencough swirled around her, given wings and sent to flood her den on the stiff pre-dawn wind. Exhaustion dragged at the she-cat's huge white tipped paws as she hauled herself upright. Looking at her fur still sleep-messed she sighed once more. Pausing for only a few moments to lay flat the worst of the fluff before rising fully to her paws. She knew what must be done but doubt weighed her steps as she slipped from her isolated den and into the weak morning light. The sun danced along the tree tops, as if unsure if it should rise fully to warm the Thunderclan camp. Stormbringer gazed sadly at the decimated fresh-kill pile her stomach complaining loudly as hunger clawed her belly. She turned away, she was still strong, she would leave the remnants to someone who needed the sustenance more. Padding out from the camp she set off alone, with no thought to where her apprentice was she put her home at her back and moved forward. Each rise and fall of her huge paws felt like a trial, so often it seemed she was out in the forest for a grim purpose. The days of pleasurable sun-basking and for-fun hunting were long passed. A sudden sense of urgency banished the stiffness in her muscles. The scent of sickness was still weak but she had nothing prepared! Large tufted ears flattened as Stormbringer began to run. She had cultivated a small herb stash near the Windclan border moons back, she could only hope it had survived. The heavy drumming of her paws against the soil of Thunderclan's territory did little to soothe her broken spirit. It was as if all the life had fled, no birds sang and not once did she hear a mouse take flight from her noisy headlong charge. Upon nearing her secret stash Stormbringer's heart dropped once again into her paws. There was barely anything left. With an audible gasp she hurried towards it. Seeing only a few limp stalks of catmint and a sagging stem of chickweed she rushed to strip them of their leaves. Gathering them at her paws she gazed at them sorrowfully. This would barely be enough to treat one cat, what would happen if the whole clan succumbed to the sickness? Opening her huge jaws Stormbringer gently picked up the meager herb-stash and looked upwards. She had taken far too long the sun was higher in the sky then she had realized. Panic fluttered in her chest like a trapped bird as she rounded to race back the way she came. Only slowing when the entrance to camp was in sight the beraggled medicine cat tried her best to compose herself. She pulled her head up and lifted her tail, letting a warmth flood her gaze that felt so fake she almost felt guilty for lying. She would not let her clan see her doubt she would be strong no matter what happened..or so she told herself. Trotting across the clearing she almost collided with Deathdream as he bounded from her hollow. She tilted her head but pushed past him quickly, dread filled her mind as she ducked into her den. She came face to face with, what seemed like, half of Thunderclan. She grunted in surprise, leaning down to lay her precious cargo at her fore-paws. Free of the sweet smelling herbs under her nose she almost gasped. The reek of sickness was almost tangible. She gazed first at Skystar on to Deathdream then down to Hollowcry, curled pitifully in one of her nests. When had he gotten there? Had he been there the whole time and she had not been able to treat him? Shock throbbed through the large she-cat's body making her fur tingle. How long had she been in denial? "How many are sick?" Was all the magnificent she-cat could choke out before she squeezed forward to press her nose to Hollowcry's ear. Hot under her touch she had no doubt it was greencough. She turned her tortured gaze to Skystar, a part of her noticing how Deathdream seemed to have a hitch in his chest as well. [/style][STYLE=text-align: center; color: #DAD6E8; font-size: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; opacity: 0.8;]made by kiwii at btn![/style]

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Skystar looked up, relief filling his breath. "Just Hollowcry and maybe Deathdream," Skystar answered. His medicine cat had a few herbs laid at her paws. "Will you be able to trea tthem?" he asked her, worry filling his mew once more. Skyustar snuggled closer to his friend, as if protecting him form the worst of the sickness. "Do you know what this is? Is it greencough? Blackcough?" Questions tumbled out of Skystar's mouth. He needed answers. Right then, right now.

[Santiago]

The mute had just drifted off into a peaceful (Well as peaceful sleep as a cat with greencough could) when a she-cat pressed her cold nose to him. His eyes blinked open slowly and his ear twitched at the cold nose. He opened his eyes completely to look at the long furred medicine cat, but he did not move outside of a few twitches. He closed his eyes again and sighed. "How many are sick?" he heard the gray medicine cat ask. She seemed off. Maybe nervous, worried or perhaps in disbelief that he was sick with a possibility that Deathdream, the clan's deputy, was also sick. Hollowcry heard Skystar respond saying that it was just Hollowcry and Deathdream. There seemed to be a sort of relief that it was, in fact, only two cats rather then the whole clan. To have Deathdream sick, it was worrysome. But, Hollowcry himself saw that he was fairly useless. He preferred to not talk and he overal wasn't very talented at anything. He honestly wasn't sure why Skystar liked it. Perhaps it was Skystar's job. Whatever it was, Hollowcry was glad that the leader did like him.

Hollowcry's thoughts drifted and he personally choose to let Skystar's worries float through one ear and out the other. Hollowcry didn't want to die, but if he was going to, he didn't want to know it. Hollowcry would rather be comforted with pointless lies and empty words. If he was going to die, he didn't want to know. But thankfully, Hollowcry (while he didn't know it but Stormbringer surely did) wasn't in good condition, he wasn't in a deathly ill kind of sickness. Hollowcry, in the end, should be fine.

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Skystar looked up. His heart was torn in two. he wanted to stay with his friend, but he also wanted to check on his Clanmates. "Alright," he mewed heavily, getting up from his comfortable position next to his friend. Throat beginning to feel sore, Skystar peered into the warriors' den. Only a few warriors were inside. Next he checked the apprentices' den, the nursery, until he'd checked the whole camp. Padding wearily back inside, the three-pawed leader sighed, "No cases that I can detect." A cough shook him, but he curled back into Hollowcry's nest, laying with his forelimbs hanging over Hollowcry's other side. Get well soon, Skystar pleaded. StarClan, help him get better. I'll do anything. I'll give up a life if you desire it. Just let him get better. Exhausted, SKystar fell asleep within Hollowcry's nest.

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[Santiago]

(Do you remember where this was at before? I moved it all to the archives. I can move it back in the regular thread. And I'll respond this time too ^^)