TW for death and disease Adder'Flight lay curled up in the medicine den, chin in her paws. She had gotten old. Fast. The elder shifted in her dry moss as a cat set a bundle of herbs beside her. She lapped up the poppy seeds weakly, but refused the rest of the lot, pushing it away with one forepaw and a weak hiss. Everything hurt. She didn't want any more bitter tasting leafs and seeds. She wanted to rest, to give up this sick balancing act. Herbs for healing, more for the side effects, even more for the side effects of those. She blinked her eyes closed as the golden of the sinking sun turned to a pretty blue-black sky, knowing she may never wake again.
RIP Addie :( music and art will be added soon.
