Friends even through sickness [Private]

[Fuzzy]

The cold blue sky stretched wide in the mostly clear sky, only dotted with a few large clouds. The way to Seastones was different and cold during the day. With only a few other cats, including mostly warriors. The fluffy white tom hadn't been to Seastones except for gatherings so being on a supply patrol was odd.
Mouth full of different odds and ins Frozenpaw reached the place that the patrol was supposed to take the supplies to. Their were a lot more sick cats then he expected and they ranged from kits to elders. Plus the smell was horrible, wouldn't this just get any cat that was healing sick again? How could you get healthy if you were surrounded by sick cats? It didn't make much since to the tom and of course he believed his ideas where better. On top of that their were way to many cats her for his liking, being left alone would be much better.
It didn't take long for the tom to place his haul down and step back from the other RiverClan cats. He wanted to leave, how could anyone stand this place? Gatherings were crowded enough and any sick cat now had to be with not only their own Clanmates but the other fours as well.

@Dipper

[Fawn]

Intermittent dozing was essentially his life now. After several weeks among the sick, Fawnpaw could hardly remember what it was like to be an apprentice of RiverClan since he hadn't been there in what felt like forever - his time in the temporary camp dragged on but had to be less than a moon, as the gathering had commenced once during that time. Sleep didn't allow for accurate tracking of time, and everything blurred together when his days didn't see much variation; it was rest, more rest, and waiting for a medicine cat to see him. Maintenance activities like bathing his pelt and eating faced neglect, the former only occurring when Firehawk and Lionstorm had done it for him -- so his pelt wasn't in the worst condition, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd actually eaten. Thinner and sicklier, Fawnpaw was trying to keep his spirits up when they threatened to give way to cynicism.

Waking as another supply patrol padded in, he opened his bleary eyes further as he realized this one was from RiverClan, often just a bunch of nameless faces that passed through with their sympathetic or revolted gazes. But when he saw Frozenpaw, or a cat suspiciously similar to him, he grew alert as he squinted, trying to ensure it actually wasn't a feverish hallucination. Rising to his paws, swaying and trembling dangerously- a lack of exercise took its toll. "Frozenpaw?" Fawnpaw called and coughed, voice breaking over the words. Then he tried again, stronger this time, "Frozenpaw!" It had to be him, surely. "What are you--" doing here, was the end of that, but he realized the answer was logical, right in front of his face. Fawnpaw's head tilted as he surveyed him, intrigued. "Oh, you're... you were on the supply patrol, right?"


@Fuzzyfeline

[Fuzzy]

It wasn't to long since the patrol had arrived that the tom hear a recognizable voice. Fawnpaw? He could've sworn that was who it was. Though the was he didn't think his friend had gotten sick. Yes, he hadn't seen the smaller apprentice in days but he just guessed he'd gotten to busy to speed time with him. Then again Frozenpaw himself tended to spend more time alone then around others. Hearing his name stronger this time the white tom looked the detection it'd come from. It was Fawnpaw. So he did get sick. He felt a trickle of worry run through his body. Other cats being sick didn't bother him but cats he actually cared about was another story. Fawnpaw didn't look so good, he was wobbly on his legs and he just looked thin and terrible. Is He not getting enough food? "Fawnpaw?" Yes that was definitely him, despite the smell of sickness clung to him his scent was still recognizable and undeniable.
"Yeah, I was." Frozenpaw answered though he couldn't help but wish this wasn't a run in only because Fawn had gotten sick. He didn't like the idea of the young feline being sick. "You don't look so hot, you're eating and getting medicine, right?" That question was more personal then he had intended but he wanted to know. He wanted to make sure his friend had what he needed and wasn't just cramped in a stinky place by himself not getting taken care of like he was supposed to. Pale blue eyes scanning over Fawnpaw he noticed how much he was trembling. Though he wasn't sure what to do about it. Using his tail the fluffy tom laid it over the other cats shoulder, hoping to stabilize him. Maybe even warm him up in the process.
@Dipper

[Fawn]

"Yeah, hey," he greeted warmly, managing a lopsided smile and feeling scrutinized under Frozenpaw's surprise to see him. Nudging his head toward the supplies that the patrol brought, he meowed gratefully, "Thanks for bringing those-- I'm sure the RiverClan cats are super glad to have it when it's kind of hard to hunt for ourselves here." Impossible, with most being too weak to do anything but lie in a nest and sleep; he was relieved that he had more energy than usual today or he would simply be a part of that crowd. "It's really nice to see you, most cats don't come here... I've heard they don't even want to go on the supply patrols because everyone's afraid of it spreading," he said as he cast a glance over his shoulder at the gathered cats, the picture of illness and suffering. "I mean, I get it... I don't want to be sick either and wish I hadn't caught it, but I guess there's not much I can do about that now." Once he finished, Fawnpaw succumbed to a small coughing fit but luckily managed to reign it in before it escalated to violent hacks that raised discomfort.

Fawnpaw's ears tilted back in earnest and mild uncertainty at the question, jaw working as he debated on an answer. "Uh, well, actually..." he cleared his throat, "most of the medicine cats have been refusing to treat RiverClan cats because of Fallenstar. So, it's just been up to Oriolestorm to get around to all of us, and she has to worry about WindClan too." That was still dodging the question a little, and he swallowed nervously, pawing at the ground. "I haven't been treated yet." Comforted by the tail on his shoulder, his expression softened with affection and gratitude as his gaze raised from the ground and landed on Frozenpaw again. "This place is terrible," he admitted quietly, "not that it's a secret, or anything. Maybe..." Fawnpaw trailed off, self-conscious of the request but nevertheless hoping. "Maybe, if you wouldn't mind, we could leave for a bit? Like, go on a walk." On his own, it wasn't an option because he was weakened by illness and a newly-made apprentice, but Frozenpaw was nearing warrior status and had actual training, if they ran into issues. It was a reassuring thought.

@Fuzzyfeline