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content warning for cancer and detailed description of a cat body after it begins to develop. do not read if you are sensitive.
tdlr; leopardcloud has bone cancer, and will most certainly die from this fairly quickly within her next few threads.
skip to after the divider for after the warned parts.
She'd known something was wrong with her for moons, ever since she was an apprentice. She had been strong, before then; able to run across the moors as if she was made for it. But over time, she'd known that something was wrong. First, she had started getting sick easily. Food didn't smell too good, and she had blamed it on having a small stature- a small stomach was a good excuse, but to be honest, the smell of food made her want to gag. She hadn't eaten a lot since then, but managed her toned figure through shoveling it down and hoping she wouldn't regret it. Then, came the muscle weakness- she wasn't as strong as other cats, she couldn't pull down a hawk if she needed to help her clanmates. It developed as she got older, the cold making her bones ache- she'd find lumps in places, often, too. It wasn't until after she had given birth to her two kits (Mossy and Coyote.. Bless them.) that the lumps started to get bigger, popping up in more visible places. They're moles, she'd explain, and nobody would question it. She hadn't been in SkyClan long enough for too many people to notice, and she's thankful for it. Worrying cats were annoying ones.
When she'd arrived to SkyClan, she was expecting to be turned away- scorned for being WindClan, as if she had any choice to be until she could escape. She'd hated the SkyClan cats then, for looking at her children like they were parasites. But now, Coyotepaw was an apprentice of SkyClan. He was one of them, and so was Mossy. The truth of their father was Blazestar's burden to bare now, and while she felt bad for dropping this ton of weights on him, along with the reality of her sickness, she knew her kits would be safe. Safe with him, where they could run amongst the stars and truly be protected by StarClan. Where they could experience live freely as SkyClan cats. She only hoped WindClan wouldn't come looking for them.
She hoped her children would forgive her when she told them their true identity. She was not their sister, she was their mother- and they had the right to know when the time came.
Leopardcloud seats herself outside of the medicine cat den, watching the many apprentices and kits run about the camp. She presses a paw against her stomach, attempting to soothe the aching tension there. She'd been resting there, enjoying the sounds of play and laughter. SkyClan was peaceful, and the sun shone just right on her face. She loved it here; rabbits weren't impossible to find, just smaller here. She loved the lizards she finds on the ground, the smell of the air in the morning after a fresh rain. She smiles as she watches Dawnglare organize and reorganize herbs not far behind her.
Speaking to nobody, the molly speaks. "Do you think it will be a harsh leaf-bare? I sure hope we've got what it takes to survive it."
tdlr; leopardcloud has bone cancer, and will most certainly die from this fairly quickly within her next few threads.
skip to after the divider for after the warned parts.
She'd known something was wrong with her for moons, ever since she was an apprentice. She had been strong, before then; able to run across the moors as if she was made for it. But over time, she'd known that something was wrong. First, she had started getting sick easily. Food didn't smell too good, and she had blamed it on having a small stature- a small stomach was a good excuse, but to be honest, the smell of food made her want to gag. She hadn't eaten a lot since then, but managed her toned figure through shoveling it down and hoping she wouldn't regret it. Then, came the muscle weakness- she wasn't as strong as other cats, she couldn't pull down a hawk if she needed to help her clanmates. It developed as she got older, the cold making her bones ache- she'd find lumps in places, often, too. It wasn't until after she had given birth to her two kits (Mossy and Coyote.. Bless them.) that the lumps started to get bigger, popping up in more visible places. They're moles, she'd explain, and nobody would question it. She hadn't been in SkyClan long enough for too many people to notice, and she's thankful for it. Worrying cats were annoying ones.
When she'd arrived to SkyClan, she was expecting to be turned away- scorned for being WindClan, as if she had any choice to be until she could escape. She'd hated the SkyClan cats then, for looking at her children like they were parasites. But now, Coyotepaw was an apprentice of SkyClan. He was one of them, and so was Mossy. The truth of their father was Blazestar's burden to bare now, and while she felt bad for dropping this ton of weights on him, along with the reality of her sickness, she knew her kits would be safe. Safe with him, where they could run amongst the stars and truly be protected by StarClan. Where they could experience live freely as SkyClan cats. She only hoped WindClan wouldn't come looking for them.
She hoped her children would forgive her when she told them their true identity. She was not their sister, she was their mother- and they had the right to know when the time came.
Leopardcloud seats herself outside of the medicine cat den, watching the many apprentices and kits run about the camp. She presses a paw against her stomach, attempting to soothe the aching tension there. She'd been resting there, enjoying the sounds of play and laughter. SkyClan was peaceful, and the sun shone just right on her face. She loved it here; rabbits weren't impossible to find, just smaller here. She loved the lizards she finds on the ground, the smell of the air in the morning after a fresh rain. She smiles as she watches Dawnglare organize and reorganize herbs not far behind her.
Speaking to nobody, the molly speaks. "Do you think it will be a harsh leaf-bare? I sure hope we've got what it takes to survive it."
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