he wasn't sure what she was on about, then again wolfhive wasn't sure about many things in the moment. he was tired, felt awful, and the second he tried to rest, boom - bothered.
if he weren't sick, he wouldn't have minded - he liked shockhoney! it just made him cranky right now. he grumbled, shuffling weakly away from her.
"dont.. touch." because really, when someone said they're sick, why would you keep touching them??
".. not dying.. this is new." well, in a way.
he contemplated explaining. it wasn't something that came easily when some words simply did not exist in his cat dictionary.
".. i was fine. then we were.. poisoned, and i.. was not fine. not anymore." it wrecked him for moons, destroyed his body's ability to fend off illnesses other cats could shrug off easily.
realistically, touching him right now would be fine, he just didn't like risking it. there was already a spell of sickness throughout the clan he just didn't want to add to. if not for how mandatory it was to have functional dens, he wouldn't have even organized this.
"dont believe.. everything that ..crabapple tells you." [ @
Rose ]
his response toward risingstorm was an irritated flick of his tail, because moons of being cooped in the medicine den made him wary of going in there again. once he found energy to walk again, he planned on slinking off into bumba's den and crashing - he just... couldn't yet. besides, there were plenty of younger cats who could use whatever treatment they had first.. he'd weathered these storms before and would do it again.
(in essence, he was stubborn. being sick was an inconvenience, and he hated things being delayed as a result.)
and now larkswoop was here.
"dont... you have a... den to work.. on?" he is irritated, there was no doubt. sickness tended to sour one's mood and he'd already been pestered aplenty just by existing. three, five questions, different cats. within mere minutes.
"'m fine.." fine enough!
actually, all this ruckus was enough to make him withdraw more. slowly, wolfhive made a weak and awkward shuffle away from everyone, initially toward the clearing's edge but his end goal was to bumba's den. he wasn't going too close while it was being worked on, just wanted to be less.. noticed. no thank u.
[ @
paedyn @
Spider. wiggle wiggle hes a worm ]