TWG Assignment 11

Spottedpaw coughed weakly, hating the sound. She hated knowing she was sick, and couldn't do anything about it, she hated not being able to train, but mostly she hated knowing that other cats, her Clanmates, were dying around her, and there was no way she could help.

Why? Why is this happening? All we did was help... The apprentice sighed and closed her eyes, she knew she wasn't the sickest, there were cats much sicker than her.

The calico she-cat gazed around, it seemed that half the Clan was sick. Great Starclan, help us! Her green eyes grew wide at the sight, then narrowed in thought, before widening again. There has to be some way I can help around here! I'm not that sick, right?

Another cough escaped her, and the small cat sighed and laid back down, realizing that any way she tried to help would probably just spread the sickness.

I guess the only way I can help is resting. she decided, beginning to drift off to sleep. Then I can help the others...