[ti]Open[/ti]Every Dog Has His Day

[LupTacco]

Thrushbelly had been pretending things were normal- he knew it was wrong to hide something so dangerous, but he felt bad shirking his duties for any reason, especially in this season. He'd made every excuse- Cedarleap is busy, my symptoms aren't as severe, maybe it's just green or whitecough, I'll just do one more patrol, catch one more mouse. But he couldn't deny it any longer, not least because he'd just spat up blood on his own bedding. A dizzying tingle wormed through his body, making his paws shake. Forcing himself to stand, the weakened warrior stumbled out of the warrior's den and managed to make his way to the medicine den despite the haze in his mind and the tremor in his step. 

He leaned against the entrance, forced to pause due to shortness of breath. At least the shaking was going away. "Anyone in there...," he croaked, sliding down until he was laying on his side. "I think I-" another bout of hacking interrupted him, but he continued on with raspy breaths, "I think I'm a little sick." 

[GnawingOnIce]

Pawsteps approaching distracted Cedarleap from her thoughts.
She turned to the entrance, seeing Thrushbelly looking tired and worn-out.
"I'm here. C'mon, lay down in a nest, it's more comfortable there."
She nudged the tom to his feet.
He was late, however, and Cedarleap couldn't help him, according to Mothstar.
Thrushbelly could at least stay here and keep the illness from spreading.

[LupTacco]

The tom wheezed out a meow of gratitude, following her into the den. Spotting an empty nest, he made his way over to it and let himself collapse. "Oh...uh, I should probably go get my bedding out of the warrior den, it's... I kinda coughed on it. A lot," he moved to stand up again, but couldn't find the strength. "Eventually..." he grumbled, frustrated with the weakness in his limbs.