Post by Moony~! on Oct 21, 2008 18:14:40 GMT -8
Giliapaw shuddered slightly in the corner of the den, her eyes surveying across the now growing space in her den covered by sickly cats. Sickly cats that she didn't know how to cure. She shut her eyes tightly, as if to block it all out. As if once she opened them it would all go away. It had all been just a dream. Though she knew she was kidding herself. She couldn't even count how many times she'd tried this desperately. Each time she tried never giving up hope that maybe some cat would come whirl into her, claw her, wake her from this nightmare. That maybe everything was okay. When she just shut her eyes, blocked all the surroundings out she felt safe. Immune to all that was surrounding her, the dangers, her coming failures, and the slight aloneness that she felt.
His eyelids felt heavy, and if you could have seen her skin under her white and black fur you would have seen dark purplish circles. As if she's been hit just below the eye with a tree branch or something. Her ears twitched restlessly, and so did her tail. Every once and a while her legs would have some sort of seizure leaving her helpless, not willing to cry out for fear of waking her patients-- and for fear that anyone that entered would attain the sickness also. She guessed that these were all effects of the herbs she'd been taking to keep her awake. She'd always been taught not to have too much of the same herb, especially if that herb helped her do something unhealthy. For instance, stay awake.
Oh how she wished Nightstorm was here. She'd nearly lost her voice, it was sore and she tried to soothe it with honey. It worked partially, but it always came back later. Another effect of her lack of sleep she had guessed. She was running low on herbs, and she hadn't had time to fetch any. She was too afraid something would happen while she was gone. For instance, she glanced at Pumpkinkit laying there breathing shallowly, Pumpkinkit started choking. Everyone had been banned from coming into the medicine den. Except for her of course. Somehow spending so much time around it had made her immune. The thought of this sent her into even more horror. If Nightstorm did return from her journey (only Havenstar knew what, he insisted on not telling anyone) whole, in one piece, and not sick like the rest of the cats. Would she even be able to help out in the den? Without fear, without risk of getting horribly, horribly sick? The thought squeezed and pulled at Giliapaw's stomach even though it felt empty. As if some rock had been shoved into in mercilessly then left a big huge hole in it's place when it had finally disappeared.
She felt afraid, what would she do all alone? Tears welled up in her now once again closed eyes. (she had closed them again due to the fact that she couldn't stand to watch her clanmates suffer so) Even though she could cry her heart out, the rest of her body felt dry and dehydrated. She felt like a shriveled up old leaf without and nutrients left, no sun no water. Oh.. the sun, and water! She'd been left with the same supply of water for almost a week now. Ugh! It was disgusting and, oh dear it reaked. She wrinkled her nose taking in a deep breath, holding her eyes closed tightly as she endured the pain of breathing through her mouth. These were the times when you didn't want to be medicine cat. The times when you wanted to be part of the clan, hunting and spending time with the lucky few that were still healthy. Trying to keep them alive.
Giliapaw, though she normally held the power to save lives while the others felt helpless, felt that in this case it was vise versa. She felt like the warriors and hunters were making more of a change than her. In truth Giliapaw felt worthless, helpless, and most of all, lost.
His eyelids felt heavy, and if you could have seen her skin under her white and black fur you would have seen dark purplish circles. As if she's been hit just below the eye with a tree branch or something. Her ears twitched restlessly, and so did her tail. Every once and a while her legs would have some sort of seizure leaving her helpless, not willing to cry out for fear of waking her patients-- and for fear that anyone that entered would attain the sickness also. She guessed that these were all effects of the herbs she'd been taking to keep her awake. She'd always been taught not to have too much of the same herb, especially if that herb helped her do something unhealthy. For instance, stay awake.
Oh how she wished Nightstorm was here. She'd nearly lost her voice, it was sore and she tried to soothe it with honey. It worked partially, but it always came back later. Another effect of her lack of sleep she had guessed. She was running low on herbs, and she hadn't had time to fetch any. She was too afraid something would happen while she was gone. For instance, she glanced at Pumpkinkit laying there breathing shallowly, Pumpkinkit started choking. Everyone had been banned from coming into the medicine den. Except for her of course. Somehow spending so much time around it had made her immune. The thought of this sent her into even more horror. If Nightstorm did return from her journey (only Havenstar knew what, he insisted on not telling anyone) whole, in one piece, and not sick like the rest of the cats. Would she even be able to help out in the den? Without fear, without risk of getting horribly, horribly sick? The thought squeezed and pulled at Giliapaw's stomach even though it felt empty. As if some rock had been shoved into in mercilessly then left a big huge hole in it's place when it had finally disappeared.
She felt afraid, what would she do all alone? Tears welled up in her now once again closed eyes. (she had closed them again due to the fact that she couldn't stand to watch her clanmates suffer so) Even though she could cry her heart out, the rest of her body felt dry and dehydrated. She felt like a shriveled up old leaf without and nutrients left, no sun no water. Oh.. the sun, and water! She'd been left with the same supply of water for almost a week now. Ugh! It was disgusting and, oh dear it reaked. She wrinkled her nose taking in a deep breath, holding her eyes closed tightly as she endured the pain of breathing through her mouth. These were the times when you didn't want to be medicine cat. The times when you wanted to be part of the clan, hunting and spending time with the lucky few that were still healthy. Trying to keep them alive.
Giliapaw, though she normally held the power to save lives while the others felt helpless, felt that in this case it was vise versa. She felt like the warriors and hunters were making more of a change than her. In truth Giliapaw felt worthless, helpless, and most of all, lost.
