If Cats Could Drink Herbal Tea...

Thunderclan was as calm and cool today as it was most days, a gentle breeze blowing through the camp occasionally. Lionstar sat in his den, staying in there often nowadays because he didn't want to admit he was a little sick, nor infect anyone. He hoped it would get better soon, though really it was just getting worse. Some times he felt like he was going to vomit up his last meal, and figured it was time to see a Medicine Cat. He coughed, racking his whole body into a fit that lasted a heart-beat. Standing up, the old tom made his way out into the camp, head and tail lowered, feet walking towards the medicine den. He paused, hacking and coughing a moment, forcing himself to sit down so he could control himself. Getting up again, Lionstar poked his head in Brightpaw's den, though he hadn't seen much of her in a long time. "Brightpaw? Are you in here?" He rasped, ears perked.

Every cat knew Lionstar was getting old. It was obvious from how he started moving slower nowadays and how his muzzle was covered in white fur and whiskers. His once vibrant eyes were dulling and fogging up just barely. He often walked with his head and tail lower than he used to, his fur not as shiny and clean as it once might have been. Old age didn't exactly go well with sickness, and perhaps it would soon be time for him to pass on his position to Mosspelt. For now though, he was more intent of finding a cure for his bout so that his clanmates who he cared for dearly would not catch it.