Eye of the Storm [Eggdrop]

Being in another clan's camp, let alone their medicine den, attended to by said clan's medicine cats, was nowhere near Mistyfalcon's definition of ideal. Where most of the Thunderclanners were winding down and beginning to retire to their nests as the sun set, Mistyfalcon had found himself awake in typical Shadowclan fashion. More, he'd found himself restless, despite the aching cough he'd developed that was keeping him awake during the day when he would sleep.

Well, maybe it was the movement of other cats in the den too, but Mistyfalcon was trying to be charitable. That, and how ill at ease he felt in this strange den. Thunderclan had two medicine cats as opposed to the zero that had washed up with Shadowclan on their territory, and while they seemed decent enough, Mistyfalcon couldn't help but wish it were his own clan's medicine cat looking after him rather than two strangers. That they didn't know if Fuzzybelly or any of their other clanmates were even alive, let alone where they'd wound up, was also a concern. Not a concern he could do anything about, which only made his thoughts wander in that direction more often.

Every once in a while (or more often, not that Mistyfalcon wanted to admit it to himself) a burst of wheezing coughs would interrupt his thoughts and reluctant attempts at resting. Like right now, actually. His ears flattened is annoyance, but he could do little more than struggle to regain his breath when the coughing finally eased up.

Eventually the latest coughing fit eased up, enough for Mistyfalcon to register the Thunderclan medicine cat's approach. She carried a small bundle of herbs with her, not unexpected given that he was stuck in her den recovering, after all. The dark tom sniffed gingerly at the herbs, a sigh leaving his lips. The offer of a mouse to sweeten the taste was tempting, but the medicine cat - he'd forgotten her name - had enough on her paws. "I’ll manage." He managed, trying to stifle another cough. The best way to deal with herbs had always been to just close his eyes and get it over with. At least these didn’t carry the same nasty, bitter taste of the traveling herbs Flintstar had given him before their journey to the moonstone so long ago. They didn’t taste good by any means - and his face showed it - but Mistyfalcon stuck to his word and swallowed the herbs without complaint.