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

Rosepaw smoothed his ruffled fur. She's probably out hunting with Redfrond. He reassured himself, then walked out of the den to eat
Snowpaw caught a large squirrel to make up for her absence and forced herself to go back, though she entered the camp as quietly as she could.
 
She returned the nuzzle happily. “Anything major happen while I was out?” She hoped her eyes didn’t betray the worries and fears that had come creeping back to her.
"Nothing that I know of." He laughed


Bramblestar woke inside his den and grunted softly at the pain that had suddenly appeared in his pelt while he slept.
 
"Nothing that I know of." He laughed


Bramblestar woke inside his den and grunted softly at the pain that had suddenly appeared in his pelt while he slept.
“Okay.” She tried to hide her growing anxiety. Bramblestar’s news obviously hadn’t traveled around the camp, so she would have to walk directly into the medicine den for news.

Floodpaw hurriedly gathered some borage leaves and gave them to to Bramblestar.
 
“Okay.” She tried to hide her growing anxiety. Bramblestar’s need obviously hadn’t traveled around the camp, so she would have to walk directly into the medicine den for news.

Floodpaw hurriedly gathered some borage leaves and gave them to to Bramblestar.
"Is everything alright?" He asked, hearing her voice edged with worry

Bramblestar swallowed them obediently
 
"Is everything alright?" He asked, hearing her voice edged with worry

Bramblestar swallowed them obediently
“No, something’s really wrong,” Snowpaw admitted. “But I don’t think it’s my business to share it. I guess it’ll be told when it’s time. I’m sorry...” It was true, what she said, but she was afraid that Rosepaw would be mad at her. She felt close to panic and could hardly think.

“Good,” Floodpaw murmured gently.
 
“No, something’s really wrong,” Snowpaw admitted. “But I don’t think it’s my business to share it. I guess it’ll be told when it’s time. I’m sorry...” It was true, what she said, but she was afraid that Rosepaw would be mad at her. She felt close to panic and could hardly think.

“Good,” Floodpaw murmured gently.
His eyes rounded with worry. "Is it..... is it the sickness?" He whispered, almost afraid to say it aloud.

"What now?" He asked gruffly "I don't just want to sit here while this thing slowly kills me."
 

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