- Jun 16, 2024
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˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ Clarity slips its way back into Vulturepaw's sickness-addled brain little by little. His aching slowly eases, and the days stretch infinitely longer. He'll be out of here soon, he thinks. He just wishes that soon didn't feel so far away.
He's lucky, in a way. Yellowcough took its time in finding him, waited until his family had been claimed to take its hold. He was one of the last to enter the badget sett, the steady stream of ill cats slowing to a trickle. He has not suffered nearly as much as some of the cats he shares a den with.
Quietcrow worries them. The warrior was among the worst of the sick, his treatment coming so late that he had already given up hope. Maybe that was what sealed his fate, his body rejecting the treatment in his hopelessness. There was something sad in his eyes when Wolfsong came to treat all of them. Vulturepaw can't say he's close with the gentle tom, but he has always been one to worry. Fretful eyes flicker over to his form now, as mumbled words drip from his maw, eyes wode and feverish.
He stares out at nothing, and Vulturepaw leans closer, strains to listen. "Hm...?" Barely audible words trail out into the dim of the den. I'm sorry. Tears slip down the warrior's face. "What... what are you sorry for?" Each word is said slowly, although the sluggishness of illness is already beginning to fade.
Quietcrow's eyes close with a shaky sigh, and do not open again.
"Um. Hey Quietcrow?" the apprentice entreats softly. Quietcrow is still.
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"C-c-c'mon... We're all g-gonna be out of here soon." He can't give up hope... Vulturepaw feels shaky. He wants to comfort the warrior, tell him it will be okay, but instead he draws back. "He's..." Their voice begins to raise with worry. Vulturepaw feels cold. "Why isn't he... moving...?" Their breaths come fast. They know why, distantly - but they're too scared to say it. That might make it real.
He's lucky, in a way. Yellowcough took its time in finding him, waited until his family had been claimed to take its hold. He was one of the last to enter the badget sett, the steady stream of ill cats slowing to a trickle. He has not suffered nearly as much as some of the cats he shares a den with.
Quietcrow worries them. The warrior was among the worst of the sick, his treatment coming so late that he had already given up hope. Maybe that was what sealed his fate, his body rejecting the treatment in his hopelessness. There was something sad in his eyes when Wolfsong came to treat all of them. Vulturepaw can't say he's close with the gentle tom, but he has always been one to worry. Fretful eyes flicker over to his form now, as mumbled words drip from his maw, eyes wode and feverish.
He stares out at nothing, and Vulturepaw leans closer, strains to listen. "Hm...?" Barely audible words trail out into the dim of the den. I'm sorry. Tears slip down the warrior's face. "What... what are you sorry for?" Each word is said slowly, although the sluggishness of illness is already beginning to fade.
Quietcrow's eyes close with a shaky sigh, and do not open again.
"Um. Hey Quietcrow?" the apprentice entreats softly. Quietcrow is still.
...
"C-c-c'mon... We're all g-gonna be out of here soon." He can't give up hope... Vulturepaw feels shaky. He wants to comfort the warrior, tell him it will be okay, but instead he draws back. "He's..." Their voice begins to raise with worry. Vulturepaw feels cold. "Why isn't he... moving...?" Their breaths come fast. They know why, distantly - but they're too scared to say it. That might make it real.
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takes place during/after quiet's heartbreaking oneshot <3
RIP quiet you will be missed ;-;
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"SPEECH"
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⭃ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
⭃ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
⭃ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze. sibling to dustpaw and bilberrypaw.
⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
⭃ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.