[gs29513]

@Neptune.
Brindlepaw wasn’t sick. He wasn’t planning to be anytime soon, his terribly busy schedule didn’t allow for it. But it was safe to say he had been feeling a bit under the weather since the flooding of the apprentices den. So much time in the wet couldn’t be good for any cat, and he found himself coughing a mite when forced to exert himself. Training became a bit of a chore. But if he got himself onto an HERB patrol, he would be able to simply walk. Which was good. Sniffing slightly, he made his way over to Hollowpaw. I’m happy to go! he mewed, tail flicking.