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Post by Blackie™ ` VAMPIRE on Oct 12, 2009 18:22:59 GMT -8
A shiver ran through the grass as black paws raced by. The tang of the ThunderPath filled the air, the foul stench enough to kill someone before the Monster did. Grit scattered, the paws sending it flying. Some sprayed on a motionless figure near the black gravel. The slow rising and falling of the black flank was the only sign life was present.
"This is not your time..."
Wind began to whisk around the figure, ruffling the tainted pelt. A groan erupted from deep in the throat, as movement began to stir. Legs pushed the slim body off the ground and began to drag on towards the moorland. Not much farther... Sickness had begun to spread through the WindClan camp as Leaf-fall had struck. White-cough was never too serious, however, it could always turn into Green-cough.
Collapsing once more, the black she-cat was barely breathing now, her breaths becoming shallow, a struggle for just one intake. Eyes closed, the WindClan Medicine Cat began to think of her Clan. She had been gone for days, her trip to the MoonStone a struggle with her weakening body. She tried to lift her head, and eventually gave up, the effort too much.
A lithe shape padded along the ThunderPath, ears back as a Monster roared pass. The shape of a cat further down made his pace quicken. Nightsong was going to the MoonStone! Reaching the black cat, the tom's heart lurched as the scent of his sister hit him.
"No! Nightsong! Wake up!" He whispered, nudging the limp figure. Her flank was barely moving, and she smelled of sickness. Panic began to well inside him. What could he do? He didn't know of any herbs. "Stay here. I'm going to get help." He ordered, though couldn't tell if she heard him or not. He picked her up by the scruff, dragging her body to a sunny spot away from the ThunderPath. Laying her down, he bolted, heading to the one place he swore to never go.
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