[Luck]

Originally Posted by Ladieboo

TW: DEATH

FallowReed
She/Her
28 moons
Long haired Cream she-cat

FallowReed stumbled out of the warriors den. She had been feeling sick for a few weeks, but wrote it off as allergies. Today, she awoke feeling violently ill.

She tries desperately to get herself to the Medicine Cats den, but ends up stumbling so badly that she flops to the ground. She took a few deep breaths to try to stop her head from spinning.

She pulled herself back up, only to tumble back to the ground after a few steps.

She closed her eyes, shaking, terrified.

She starts to feel cold, her head drooping. She flops to her side, coughing.

She opens her eyes, only to see the clearing and the cats in it horribly blurry. She groans weakly.

She suddenly feels herself lighter. And.. wait, what? Is that.. her body? Is she.. dead? No- nonono- this can't be happening! She can't be dead! That's not how this was supposed to go.. She was supposed to die in battle! Not like this..

CHESTNUTFALL
warrior - thirty-six moons - voice claim: tbd
@eris (I made it so that Spring was already heading over as you said you had planned on having her notice it. Let me know if this works or if not I can edit it to have him call her over instead!)

What started as just a dull ache is now spread to the rest of his belly and up along the back of his neck. Chestnutfall feels as though his head is underwater, and as he goes to shake it his vision distorts briefly. Bi-colored eyes appear slightly glazed over as the warrior tries to focus on placing one paw in front of the other. He is slowly but surely making his way along when the sight of a fuzzy body stops him. A blink does not clear it, and at first he is inclined to believe that StarClan has gifted him with a soft moss pillow. "Mercy..." he breathes in relief, a lazy grin spreading across his face. A place to rest for just a bit, just enough time to get more strength and not feel dizzy and...

...Oh. Oh wait. Chestnutfall blinks again and this time squints his eyes. This is not a moss pillow, or a moss bed. This is the body of a Clanmate. In his disheveled state he feels a bit glum at the realization - but it only lasts briefly before reality sinks in. This is the body of a Clanmate. A tight squeeze captures his heart in a locked grip and he bends his head down to sniff. Yes, they were passed, unfortunately. "May StarClan light your path, Fallowreed..."

He knows he is not the most equipped to deal with this, and as he sniffles a bit (not from grief, but from the dull achy underwater feeling in his head) the brown tom lifts his head to see Springpaw already coming over. Awkwardly he shuffles away from the body, placing his paws together and looking from them to the medicine cat apprentice. "Is there anything I can do?" he asks quietly, softly, almost as if he doesn't really want to interrupt her focus to ask. His eyes travel back to the body, and grief gives his heart another tight squeeze.