Awareness? (open)

Vulturepaw was always sickly, especially as a kit. Coyotegrin always kept him close and warm, and if she was off performing her duties as a warrior when they called, he was often shuffled off to his father or any queens in the nursery. Fear and nervousness always hovered around Vulturepaw when the adults were around, wondering if he was ever going to make it past kithood. So when he got well enough to get to apprentice-hood and get a mentor, every cat seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, Vulturepaw seemed to be on the mend, and healthy enough to just be a cat.

But that relief did not last long, as Vulturepaw's illness reared it's ugly, vicious head. Vulturepaw was slipping in and out of a feverish consciousness for moons, hardly keeping his head up long enough to eat and lap at some sodden moss. Even as the earth shook under his paws, as twolegs grabbed his clanmates, as Shadowclans leader invaded their home with beaten and bloodied warriors... he could only grab snippets when sleep refused to take him under as quickly as it typically could.

Today though, lucidity seemed to grab onto Vulturepaw and dig its talons in, and for that he was grateful. The illness of his was cruel, his siblings were warriors he bet, and he was just as untrained as a kit. It was robbing him of his life and sapping his strength. Vulturepaw shakily looked down at his paws, how thin and unused they were, he wondered if he even had the strength to stand, unable to do nothing but lay still for moons.

Fear surged forth, Vulturepaw unsure of how he'd even be a warrior now. He was just a scared little boy, and he desperately wanted his mama and papa, "Mama... Papa..." He croaked, his voice craggly and hardly able to pitch above a whisper, so disused and deeper than he thought it was. He didn't think his parents would hear, but it would be a relief if any cat would just show up.

Kestrelpaw had finished some training for the day and was helping clean out nests and treat the elders. He had just passed the opening of the den when a weak sound caught his attention from inside. Perking his ears, he dropped the moss that he was holding. Looking around, he didn't see Batsong or Birch. Concern picking up, for he knew he had a brother that was sick inside, he spun around and raced in to see Vulturepaw standing on wobbly legs. With a small gasp, he raced to his older brother's side and used his growing frame to prop him up. "Vulurepaw, are you okay? Do you want to sit outside? It's chilly but the air is fresh." He asked with a soft but concerned voice. He hadn't even really met his brother yet- he had been so sick from long before he was even born. But Vulturepaw was his brother, and therefor, he loved him.

Batsong heard voices coming from her med den as she had been out looking for the white flowers that Bracken had described to her. So far no luck at all. She was sorta turning it into her personal mission to find these magical herbs that were described and admited it was taking alot of her free time. But when she found them it would be so worth it.

She was very happy to see that to her surprise Vulturepaw was awake now. She purred a little welcoming that good news. The med cat was reserved usually but this was beyond good news.


Through the moons it was always touch and go on weather Vulturepaw would make it through this illness.

"Its g-g.good to see you again Vulturepaw she purred quietly.

She rested her tail on his forehead and frowned a bit... even from that she could tell he was still burning up... I mean it was better but still not great.


She sighed looking around... Feverfew would be ideal but that was only in wet areas... she didnt know exactly if riverclan would like her snooping around there especially with Sandy missing and their new temp med cat didnt seem very nice...


Her eyes landed on some borage... well that could work... it was mainly for helping queens nurse but it also lowered fever... hmm not ideal but its what she had and if this fever got worse she was worried on the effects it could have on him entering another spiral.

She tore off a little setting it before them.

"t-this will help your fever" she said quietly.

A cat, a tom cat that he didn't know but had a familiar scent came rushing into Vulturepaw's aid. He knew his name and asked him if he wanted to sit outside, but Vulturepaw didn't really know if he did want to sit outside, not because he didn't want too, but because he wasn't even sure he could make the few paw steps to even poke his nose out. Despite the aide from the stranger that smelled similar to him, Vulturepaw collapsed once more in a heap, energy nearly already spent just from trying to stand.

Batsong was quick to follow in, immediately fretting over him, taking his temperature, and giving him herbs. Vulturepaw could almost feel the listlessness from the fever grow over him, and in a desperate attempt to use the shreds of lucidity, he had, he croaked "Y-Yes. I'd like to smell the fresh... air again." Vulturepaw would beg and plead if he could. He was tired of how hot and raw his nostrils felt, how warm the den ran even in leaf-bare, he wanted something cold and frigid to combat the constantness, the warmth that never left him.

VULTUREPAW collapsed next to him after his question, and Batsong came rushing in. Instinctively, he backed up to give the medicine cat room... But his brother croaked out that he did want fresh air. "Batsong, please can we bring him outside? Maybe the fresh air will help cool him down and give him more strength, being closer to StarClan. Please, Batsong!" He rushed back to his sickly brother's side, bending down and preparing to lift him as he looked up at Batsong with pleading eyes.