LONG LONG DISTANCE [ fireflypaw ]

[falcongaze]

❝ CALLIN' IT QUITS NOW ✧°.☀ ————————————
Being bound to the sick den, Falconpaw could only do so much in terms of busying himself. The sleeping wasn't getting any easier, and Lupinepaw had left him for the world beyond the den. A sombering breath left him, eyes dropping to his paws. He wanted to resist falling asleep as much as possible. But he couldn't think anymore- his head pounded despite the herbs he was fed. At least his throat didn't ache so much right now. No, it was simply that he was still sick. Feverish to a point, honey'd up, and constantly exhausted as his body fought to simply breathe.

His vision instead shifted towards those nearby. Dawnglare and Fireflypaw were constantly in and out, trying to keep those inside alive. It wasn't any easy business by any means- even untrained, Falconpaw could appreciate what they were doing. After all, if it wasn't for them he would be... he would be... Falconpaw swallowed a lump in his throat, dropping his gaze away from where Fireflypaw worked right now. He'd be dead. A stunning realization to come to. It only made that conversation to have his sister speak with him all the more imperative.

@Fireflypaw

"SPEECH"

[penned by dallas - ☀]

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[Fireflyglow]

Death didn't discriminate between Mother's sinners and her saints. The cats that had died from this illness were innocent, StarClan-gifted, and yet.. They had all died in the worst way possible, with Fireflypaw hearing them take their last breaths. If Mother believed it was their time to return to the soil, then why did she take them in such a brutal, sufferable way? His eyes blink momentarily, a saddened look past glassy hues. Though he feels eyes on him, Fireflypaw doesn't move from his place in the back of the den until he feels it's okay to. If he peers into the depths of death, would it look back at him? The idea haunts him.

"Everything will be okay." Fireflypaw meows to nobody in particular, but also particularly to the tom that was staring at him. His head swivels owlishly, tilting at an odd angle as he peers sightlessly in the direction of Falconpaw. His paw dips into honey, pouring the sticky substance over a wet piece of moss. This should help with sore throat, shouldn't it? He licks his paw clean first, then begins his small walk over to Falconpaw's nest. "Try this. It'll soothe your throat." He offers, a shaky smile on his lips despite the evident exhaustion weighing his body down.​

SKYCLAN MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE ✦ 14 MOONS ✦ CHUNKY, BIG-FOOTED SEAL POINT ✦ TAGS​

 

[falcongaze]

❝ CALLIN' IT QUITS NOW ✧°.☀ ————————————
The shake in Fireflypaw's voice was just as hard to swallow as the lump in his throat. Blue eyes lifted towards the other apprentice, vision searching the other's expression. Falconpaw tilted his head towards the honey soaked moss. He seemed to decide for a long moment, before his nose dipped down, taking long slow laps of it. And it did soothe his throat, as awful as it was to let sit heavy in his mostly empty stomach. He hadn't been vomiting, at least, but it was a loss of appetite regardless.

When he spoke, his voice was less hoarse then it had been that morning. "Thank you." He murmured softly. He didn't look up towards Fireflypaw when he spoke, taking small drinks of the honey in-between sentences. "Are you doing okay, Fireflypaw?" He whispered, looking back up at the other point. He didn't necessarily want Dawnglare to hear, but it was something he needed to ask the other regardless.

"SPEECH"

[penned by dallas - ☀]

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