tw topics of illness, d3ath, and loss. " you're sick. " sick. coughing filled the air, once then twice, and it was loud and hacking and dry. sick. slowly I stepped out of the medic's den. wishreverie, my girlfriend, my beloved, had healed me. I still coughed, but not as much. sick. I thought about the cats around me, the ones that hadn't survived, the ones who had succumbed to the harshness of the cough. sick. dangerous. flurryclan was dangerous now. sick. had it happened because of furyfierty? the one who was called willowglade in his kithood. sick. i coughed once more, staring at my paws. kittens. I remembered the kittens that were taken by the illness, by the wolves. sick. and I stood by. I had done nothing. sick. I was sick. sick.
