- May 31, 2023
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don’t fear your life boy◈—————————————————————————
It had been hard getting up that morning. His body had been sore and tender, aching with every attempt at a stretch. He had also slept in he thought as he blinked away the mid-morning sun, that was odd. As he stiffly made his way over to the freshkill pile he tried to think of what he did yesterday that fatigued him so much. He had hunted? But, that shouldn't put him into such a state of disrepair.
It was fine though, he would eat and then get on with work and that would loosen him up. But, as he caught a whiff of the fish in the pile his stomach turned in a knot. He shook his head, maybe he'd just skip breakfast. Probably for the best anyway, there were certainly other cats that needed the food more than him. He still had plenty of fat and muscle on his frame, he looked healthy compared to some of the poor souls in the medicine den.
Speaking of cats needing to eat, Prairesun had to hunt. That's what almost every cat was doing in these times, working double time in place of those who couldn't, and Prairesun wasn't going to slack off. The sand of the riverbed flooded over his white paws, the day was warm and the river would be a nice break from it, he especially felt as though he was burning up. The tom slipped into the shallow banks of the water, wading and stalking the fish that twirled around, he caught a couple, he was pretty proud of himself actually. But, he felt awful as he did it, the pain from his back and legs hadn't left him and while the part of him that was above the water was overheating, the fur drenched in water was freezing him. It was getting hard to focus as well, a heavy brain fog was descending onto him. He slinked out of the water with a dull look to his eyes and one last fish clasped in his jaw.
He carried his catch back to camp, it felt like the longest walk he'd ever taken, his legs were weak, and his body was racketed with chills and shivers. The fish's bodies slapped unappealingly to the pile and still the thought of eating made Prairesun choke down a gag. He was having trouble... that was evident, he hardly noticed the cats that moved around him as he let his rump fall down in the middle of camp, he was just a little too tired to make it back to his nest for a nap. He heard someone ask if he was okay, he couldn't tell who though, his eyes were to focused on the hardpacked earth at his feet "I'd reckon I just need to rest a little. Besides that, I'm just peachy." he drawled the words out slowly, and as he finished he dropped his front legs and let his head lull to the ground, it was so heavy.
grow and change◈————————————————◈penned by WriteAboutRadish