A Short Bought Of Sick.

Squirrelstar sat in her den, eyes dull and milky. Her fur was matted and gross, with moss and even bits of prey caught in it. Her head was lying on her paws, coughing shaking her body to its core. She could hardly breathe, her chest moving rapidly, struggling to send air throughout her body. "Bird....flight....!" she called weakly, another bought of coughing washing over her like a wave.

Leopardclaw was sitting around outsite. I heard squirrelstar coughing inside her den. He walked over and before he enter he said "Hello?" He walked in when another round of coughing came on. He looked at his leader. "Great Starclan!" He exlaimed. "Birdflight!" He called out.

Squirrelstar looked wearily up at Leopardclaw, her deputy and friend, before her head dropped again, as she could hardly hold it up.

"Birdflight!" He screamed again, and then started licking her matted fur. "Everything's gonna be alright." He told her.

ooc: You could wait ;n; I was visiting a friend who came all the way from california.

ic: Birdflight had been on patrol. Just as he padded into camp, he saw his mate and Leopardclaw. Rushing over, he lay by her, sniffing Squirrelstar. "What's wrong with her?!" He hissed, looking urgently at Leopardclaw. "Get the medicine cat! Quick!"

Leopardclaw rushed out of Squirrelstar's den and began to search the camp.

"Hang in there...You'll be okay..." Birdflight murmured, watching his mate intently in case she gave up or something.

Squirrelstar gave a weak smile and lifted her head up just enough to move it so it lay on her mates paws.

Birdflight licked her head in response and awaited Leopardclaw and the medicine cat.