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Originally Posted by Rose
Shockhoney was on the verge of collapse. Everything hurt. Her vision was swimming. Her limbs were shaking from the walk. All she wanted to do was fall over facedown and never have to get up again. Being sick was AWFUL. And overrated. Having to go through all of this, a tiny part of her was all the more impressed that Wolfhive was able to carry on after every round of sickness.
A heartbeat later, Shockhoney was pushing the thought away. Wolfhive wasn’t… someone to look up to. Papa had told her that, and he was only looking out after her because he loved her as any father would a daughter. …Right? Brow furrowing as Shockhoney tried to recall through the mushy haze of her mind if Mountaintalon had verbally returned her sentiment in the clearing, the blue-eyed feline was only pulled out of her thoughts when someone pranced by her. A someone who was meant to be sick, Shockhoney had thought. Except she currently felt like turning into a gooey puddle of honey.
Which brought her to the question; “How do you have so much energy?” The twelve-moon old grouched, slouching to the ground right there because she couldn’t hold herself up any longer.
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Dustlark
(A Calico tom with intelligent eyes}
He trotted over to Shockhoney and flashed her a warm smile. His answer to her question was a shrug. He hadn't been that sick for that long so none of the more serous symptoms had crept up on him yet.
"I'm really only here for my sister." His gaze darted over in Brightshadow's direction as if he was making a mental note of her condition. He had been trying to convince himself he wasn't actually sick for the past couple of days, and he only was there for her. Suddenly he burst into a bought of coughs. his coat fluffed up.
"Sorry bought that." He turned his attention back to Shockhoney. he hoped she wouldn't be too angry at him for basically coughing on her like that.
He had a strange realization that his paws started to feel heavy. Usually, he was able to hold up a conversation like it was well needed nap. Now all he wanted was a nap. It made him uncomfortable.
Maybe I really am sick? He didn't want to think about that. He tried shaking the negative thoughts out of his coat.