*Running with the Flood* A Warrior Cat RP~Open~

“Thanks,” she sighed as the juices crept in. Her ears pricked at Bluetail’s moan. “He’s not getting better, is he?” she asked sadly.
"No problem." She purred, trying her best to ignore Bluetail's moan. "No," She sighed sadly, "he's not. He's getting worse and.... and I don't think he's going to make it."
 
Snowpaw padded in and settled a little way away from Bluetail. “Do you want me to get Sunstrike?” she asked gently, keeping her voice soft.
He turned his fervent gaze toward her. His eyes were dull with pain and his voice was weak and raspy as he mewed "No, I don't want her or our kits to get sick because of me." He sighed and then his eyes turned white. He looked at her and with a stronger voice said "This is a message from StarClan. Bluetail is about to leave this world. If you want to save ThunderClan, then get Floodpaw. Now." His eyes turned back to normal and it seemed as if he didn't even realize that happened
 
He turned his fervent gaze toward her. His eyes were dull with pain and his voice was weak and raspy as he mewed "No, I don't want her or our kits to get sick because of me." He sighed and then his eyes turned white. He looked at her and with a stronger voice said "This is a message from StarClan. Bluetail is about to leave this world. If you want to save ThunderClan, then get Floodpaw. Now." His eyes turned back to normal and it seemed as if he didn't even realize that happened
“Wh-What? O-Okay.” She got up and sprinted out, soon returning with a horrified looking Floodpaw.

Floodpaw watched, not knowing what to do.
 
“Wh-What? O-Okay.” She got up and sprinted out, soon returning with a horrified looking Floodpaw.

Floodpaw watched, not knowing what to do.
Bluetail moaned in pain and his breaths started becoming shorter and faster. Soon they started to slow and were slow and long, and it was obvious he was struggling to keep breathing. "Sunstrike." He moaned weakly, the word being a huge effort to get out
 
Bluetail moaned in pain and his breaths started becoming shorter and faster. Soon they started to slow and were slow and long, and it was obvious he was struggling to keep breathing. "Sunstrike." He moaned weakly, the word being a huge effort to get out
“I’ll get Sunstrike,” she promised swiftly, pelting out of the den. “Sunstrike!” She gasped, appearing in the nursery. “Please come right now.” She didn’t want to say anything too frightening in front of young kits, but she hoped her eyes gave her away.

Lilyflight looked up from her suckling kits and knew what she meant. Her eyes sparkled with sadness and grief.
 

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