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The fever had come swiftly, gripping him in the night so that he trembles and shakes in his nest besides loved ones. By the time dawn's light filters in through the beautiful shells and stones, woven into the den by nimble RiverClan paws, he is panting. The tom awakens in a cold sweat, blinking bleary eyes as worry begins to overtake him. He has had colds before; he has never felt like this.
"Excuse me," He mumbles to someone as he knocks against them in his stumbling out of the warrior's den. Long legs nearly cross each other with each step, his breaths coming faster, harder, like he just can't gulp in enough oxygen. "I need water," Mudpelt grunts when someone asks him if he's alright. His eyes are squeezed shut now, his head pounding. "Ow...." Finally, he gives up on his stumbling and falls back onto his haunches in a sloppy sitting position, shoulders hunched as another wave of shivers overtakes him.
"Excuse me," He mumbles to someone as he knocks against them in his stumbling out of the warrior's den. Long legs nearly cross each other with each step, his breaths coming faster, harder, like he just can't gulp in enough oxygen. "I need water," Mudpelt grunts when someone asks him if he's alright. His eyes are squeezed shut now, his head pounding. "Ow...." Finally, he gives up on his stumbling and falls back onto his haunches in a sloppy sitting position, shoulders hunched as another wave of shivers overtakes him.