Waiting for Feather

Two gray cats emerged from an elder bush, pelts flecked with starlight, and sat down in ThunderClan's training clearing. One was heavily-scarred gray tom with dark-blue eyes, the othr a small gray tom with big green eyes. "When will mother be here?" the small tom asked. "Soon," the warrior replied.

OCC:Can I join,she was my sister

OCC: Sure^^

A she-cat padded from the bushes and sat beside them

The little gray cat began to paw at the ground impatiently, but a look from his father stopped him.

OCC: Wait for Feather.

Featherfall coughed and came into the Clearing. She looked unconcerned at the pile of prey. "I'll leave some for my apprentice." She said coughing again. Her shoulder's wretched with each inhale and exhale. She coughed again and again, and slowly she started to wheeze.

Rainpaw spotted his mother, and raced over to her instantly. "Mother! Are you alright?"

Snowclaw purred when she seen her sister "Hello" she mewed

Featherfall gave one more cough, then wrapped her tail tightly around Rainpaw. "Im fine honey," she coughed, "just sick."

OOC:May I join?

OCC: No, sorry.

IC: Rainpaw's eyes were round. "No, your not just sick, your deathly sick, Featherfall. Eat something!" Deadfrost padded over to his mate, blue eyes grave. "Yes, Featherfall. I suggest you eat something, unless you want to join us."

She shook her head. "But, you see, I'm not hungry." Featherfall shook her head and coughed again.

"You have to eat or you will die!" she warned her sister

She shrugged. "It would be better than living." Featherfall complained.

"I didnt wish to die...It wasnt time!" she yowled