[ti]Open[/ti]um well

[Mama]

Usually Shadespirit would get up to do her usual habit of going on patrol, or at least waiting for one. Oddly, today the new warrior wasn't even out of her den, instead she laid in her shredded nest with foam pooling from her mouth. She was on the brink of death, but the ragged breathing was one of her signs of life before her body started to convulse once more. 



First the bears, then the cold, and now she was sick. Shadespirit couldn't ever have any good luck with her life.