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Today was a typical night. Catch whatever sleep she could during the day, wake up at sunset, watch everybody stream into their nests, and head out herself. She may not be any use to anyone during the day, but she could do at least something at night. It got lonely sometimes, sure, but most of the time the stars amazed her too much and she threw all her worries away.
Her paws were light on the rather chilly grass, but she didn’t mind all too much. Her thick, swirling fur was rather useful in the dead of the night. The moon hung overhead, casting down a silver light onto her pale pelt. There was something so serene, so soft and quiet, about this time. Everything was asleep, save for the few rodents and chirping crickets. It was beautiful in its own mystical way, and she loved it. Excitement pricked her paws and, before she knew it, she was speeding through the meadows of SummerClan. Without scare in the world. Just how she liked ot
Ice crept through her veins, freezing her blood and sending violent shivers along her small frame. The moon blared down on her as brightly as the sun, piercing her vision and making her blink. A breeze ruffled her fur, but she could not feel it. She stumbled along, each step an impossible feat, fighting off the darkness that threatened to overwhelm her. The world spun around her, her dark amber eyes darting rapidly around to try to make sense of her surroundings.
Where was she? The scent in her nose was unfamiliar, this territory she traversed was foreign. How long had she been walking? Days? Weeks? Months? Where had she come from? Hazily she dug through her memories and found... nothing. Blankness met her every inquiry, and with a hot flash of panic she realized she couldn't remember her name. She whimpered, jerking left without control in her delirium. Her stomach roiled, and she took three more steps before vomiting onto the soft grass.
"Mom?" She pleaded with the empty forest, tears welling in her feverish eyes. She was a pretty she-cat, gray and white, but clearly young, either old apprentice or young warrior aged. Her frame was underfed, perhaps from her current illness or something else.
"Mom," she repeated, incapable of saying anything else, stumbling further into the foreign territory.
The silence of the night was disturbed by a voice. Cloudhopper froze, for a second, confusion clouding her thoughts. It was rarely she met anybody on nights like these, especially with snow still littering the ground. Too cold for SummerClan cats. She set her paws in motion, making her way towards the desperate voice. They sounded in pain. Worry clenched her chest, making her speed up. A strange smell entered her nostrils—a bad smell—making her gag.
Mom. The voice called. Were they lost?
There. She saw the newcomer. They were in terrible shape, she noticed. Much too underfed, pelt a mess. “Hello? Are you okay?” The pale molly asked, stepping closer to the young cat. She reached a paw out, noticing how hot they were to the touch. She pulled her paw back, anxiety swimming in her stomach. What would she do? This random cat just showed up, sick and feverish, calling for her mom in the middle of the night. Truly a strange night.
There was a presence, unfamiliar in scent and sound, making her recoil at first. After a moment she sensed the gentle quality of her voice and let herself be soothed, moving closer to the concerned she-cat. She should be scared, but there was no one else to rely on, not even herself. So she pressed close, trembling, with the acidic aftertaste of vomit in her mouth. It wasn't her mom, but there was no other choice.
"Please..." she started, trailing off into silence when she realized she didn't know how to finish the sentence. The unfinished plea hung in the air, desperate, as she shook where she crouched on the ground.
Sympathy tugged at her heart as she gazed down at the newcomer. She couldn’t be older than an apprentice! Cloudhopper wrapped her tail around the other, hoping it would comfort her in some way. “Darling, it’s okay.” She whispered, trying to figure out what she should say. “You’re okay now, I’ve got you.” Cloudhopper looked down at the pitiful she-cat, pity making her stomach swirl uncomfortably. She felt so, so bad, but she suppose this she-cat didn’t need that. This she-cat needed help.
There should be a herb to bring down her fever, shouldn’t there? She had never been interested in that sort of thing, really, and had never stuck around the medicine-cat’s den enough to gather in some basic knowledge. But could this sickly cat really walk all the way back to camp? They were pretty far. “I can—I can try and get you something to drink or eat. It’ll help.” She offered.
Drinking and eating. Yes. That was good. The she-cat nodded, sinking into a weary crouch as she waited for the other cat to bring her something. Her vision was blurry, her legs shaky underneath her. She still couldn't think straight with the fever raging through her system, but she could focus on food enough to stay stationary while waiting. Waves of heat and chills ran over her lanky limbs, her short-furred form quaking in the cool night air. Perhaps food and water would give her enough strength to fight off the sickness, or at least get to someone who could help her medically.
“Okay, okay, I got you.” She said rather nervously, already scared to leave the she-cat. What if she came back and she was dead? Would the blood be on Cloudhoppers paws? “I’ll be right back.” She slowly backed away, keeping an eye on the apprentice before reluctantly turning around and running off. She couldn’t take forever, after all.
Scenting the air for any signs of prey, she finally caught the whiff of a mouse rather close. Still hurrying but not trying to scare the thing away, she snuck up on it. Her muscles tensed with the need to move, but she kept still a moment longer. Cloudhopper pounced, sending a deep bite through the prey and hurrying back to the waiting she-cat.
“Okay, I’m back with a mouse. I would of caught more but didn’t want to keep you waiting—“ She stopped to catch her breath, “—There should be a stream close by, I can carry you if you can’t walk.” She settled down beside the she-cat, pushing the mouse closer and, once again, wrapping her tail around her.
She smelled the warmth of the mouse in front of her, and her mouth opened automatically, tearing into the soft flesh with a raw hunger. It took her no time at all to inhale the food- it had been some time since she'd eaten, she could sense that. A memory played at the corner of her mind, fuzzy and unclear, of a feverish attempt at hunting. She was not trained to hunt, she knew that, but that was all she remembered before it slipped away again.
She needed to move. Drink water and find shelter before she collapsed. Somewhere she sensed that once she fell unconscious, it would be a long time before she woke again. "Th-thanks," she whispered. "Water. I... I can walk."
She probably should have brought more food—the apprentice did seem to be starving. It was fine, she’d hunt more later. “That’s good—That’s great.” She waited a second before guiding the she-cat up with her tail, steadying her in case she we’re to fall over. She took in her surroundings.
“There’s definitely a stream around here. It’s . . .” She trailed off, wracking her brain for the direction. “This way.” Left of them.
The she-cat nodded jerkily. Water would help fill the emptiness that still seemed to fill her. She began walking, unsteadily, but still able to move in the right general direction. She had to focus on each individual step, but she was confident that she could get to the stream, then back to camp.
(would you like to skip ahead to when she wakes up in the medicine cat den? perhaps cloudhopper is there to help her? c:)
It was okay. She was okay. Having taken the apprentice to Graythorn in the middle of the night, Cloudhopper had been reluctant to leave her side. After some careful coaxing and her nerves getting the best of her, she had decided it would be best to fill the rest of the night with hunting. Still, the anxiety swirled in her brain, making it almost impossible to sleep the next morning. The sun was barely out—just slightly peeking over the horizon. She quietly made her way out of the den, half walking, half running to the medicine-cats’ den.
“Hey—kid?” She immediately quieted her tone—afraid of waking her. The newcomer didn’t exactly have a name that she knew off—what would she call her? Did she even remember her name? She made her way to the blurry shape just ahead of her—Cloudhopper’s eyesight had always been terrible—and sat down beside it. She remained quiet, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest.
The cat's condition was bad, but not deadly, as Cloudhopper would be informed by the medicine cat. She didn't wake up that day, or the next, or the next. Not fully, anyway. She was roused to bare consciousness to scarf down food or drink water from mossballs, but she would never remember it when she woke again. She didn't wake fully for a number of days, during a time when Cloudhopper had come to visit. Her fever had been going away slowly, her sleep less deep and coma-like over time.
The morning she woke was sunny and warm for leaf-bare. She stirred, on her own this time, her dark beige eyes opening slowly. The lacked the bleary fevered quality from before, but they gained a new one quickly- fearful. "H-hello?" She asked, focusing on Cloudhopper in front of her. "Where am I?"
The white she-cat had been falling in and out of a slight doze for the past few days, not daring to leave the newcomer’s side as she rested fitfully. She had only left occasionally for things such as hunting. Barely ate. Barely slept. She was worried out of her mind, and every time Cloudhopper tried to sleep, anxiety would grab at her stomach, whispering it’s promises that the cat beside her would not ever wake up. At least she was getting better—at least she ate some.
The voice startled her out of her half nap. Her eyes snapped open, vision blurrier than usual. She blinked a few times. “Hi!” Was her immediate response, brain still lagging behind. “I mean—you’re awake! Oh thank goodness.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re in the witch’s den—medicine-cat’s. But how are you feeling?” Her pale eyes swam with worry, squinted at the sunlight that entered the den.
This older cat was strangely familiar and yet still a stranger. She could sense that she meant no harm, but she instinctively pressed closer down to the ground, her tail tucked around herself for comfort. She wasn't sure if she preferred this or sleeping- at least nothing really mattered when she slept. Now, she was confused and presented with foreign cats and foreign smells, with still no recollection of how she'd gotten there.
"Oh," she said faintly, after Cloudhopper stopped speaking. "I'm okay. I feel tired, but I don't want to sleep anymore. What's a medicine cat? Do I know you?"
Cloudhopper recoiled slightly at the fearful she-cat, realizing bashfully that she probably was confused and needed space. All she wanted to do was sit close, comfort her, wrap her tail around her—but the white she-cat refrained.
She was fine. She was good.
“That’s great! You don’t have to sleep right now. You could have something to eat.” She paused, looking out into the top bright sun. It already hurt her eyes. “Woah, aren’t you curious.” Cloudhopper teased gently. “Oh—A medicine-cat is like a healer of the Clan. They heal cats with sicknesses and injuries. We’ve got Graythorn and his apprentice, Rabbitpaw. And, I’m Cloudhopper. I’m a warrior, so I hunt and defend my Clan.”
As best as I can.
She gave a warm smile as she finished, trying not to notice the way the sun’s rays burned into her pelt.
