yuletide [shadowclan; clan meeting]

It felt miserable to be sick while also watching the very cats she was supposed to be helping, unable to overcome their own sickness. She knew the reason and the duo medicine cats of ShadowClan did their best with what they had. It still hurt to watch them shuffle about weakly, hardly having the strength to cough.

She watched Leopardstar push through her weariness to call for the clan and present the goodies she and Sablestrike had painstakingly provided to them all. She nodded in appreciation of the hard work, agreeing that ShadowClan would absolutely endure this latest onslaught. They always seemed to. The cure would be ready any day now... Any day now. "Thank you, Leopardstar. Sablestrike. A break is just what ShadowClan needed." She smiled that warm smile she had perfected, though her mind was not focused at all.

Absently, Heatherberry swatted a dried ball of moss, it's erratic movement stirring something in her. Though her body ached, she couldn't deny herself the urge to play. Weakly and with slightly crusted eyes, she pounced at it. She was no kit or apprentice, but that didn't keep her from experiencing the joy of one.

Her overgrown claws that had once earned her the name Harriertalon, snagged the ball of moss. A purr rattled in her chest at the small win.

Shaking it loose, however, caused the ball to fling itself at the head of the nearest cat. "Sorry!" It was harmless enough to make her giggle, a welcome joy she hadn't felt in quite some time.

The member 'Flybot' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Effect Dice' : 1

Collecting all the materials Leopardstar had asked him to retrieve, as well as hunting in these harsh conditions had thoroughly worn the tom out. He had been forced to keep up with hunting as much as possible as one of the few cats not to have contracted the illness. It had always been his least favorite duty, but now that it had occupied nearly every one of his day Sablestrike had come to realize just how much he loathed the duty. Still, he had done it for his clan, and he would continue to do all that he could for those suffering.

Sablestrike allowed a tired smile to be placed upon his face as Heatherberry began an indiscriminate game of moss ball. It was small, but that energy was just too captivating. It almost made the Sablestrike want to join in on the fun himself, but he wasn't ready for something like that yet. He would settle for watching his clanmate's enjoyment.