Mallowpaw
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Mallowpaw's headache was growing, Bumblestar's next announcement fading into background noise as the pounding in her head eclipsed all. It was all she could focus on, that and the hot flushes running through her body. She was scarcely aware of Bumblestar leading the other sick cats out of camp, of Brindlepaw and Wolfhive and so many others following, of Wolfpaw and another tom trying to make Mudhound go to the quarantine camp. If only she had someone to make sure she got there. But no-one cared enough to notice her sitting there, obviously sick, not following Bumblestar like she should.
She wanted to sleep. She needed to sleep. Bumblestar had gone; where, she didn't have the energy to think about. But she didn't need to think about it,
or so she thought. The meeting had finished. She could sleep. That was the only thing she cared about right now. Mallowpaw staggered to her nest, collapsed there, and didn't move for the rest of the day.