[Casual Scribbles]

@Goose, this cat does not have a name, nor a roleplayer. You can roleplay him if you'd like) Kestrelpaw looked around the cave she was in. She could not feel her hind legs. The medicine cat apprentice pulled herself weakly out of the water toward a small patch of light. There was a small hole in the ceiling, though it was covered with moss, and the little bit of light that was outside filtered in, tinting the cavern green. Kestrelpaw started licking her fur the wrong way, struggling to warm herself and regain feeling in her legs. She was shivering so hard she could hardly see straight and coughs racked her drenched body. Eventually, the shivvering slowed to small, quick spasms every now and then. Her legs buzzed with a tingling feeling, sharp pain shooting through them as the circulation began again. Kestrelpaw spotted a moss-covered area at the back of the cave and slowly crawled toward it, burying herself in the warm plant.

Kestrelpaw let go, she let herself cry. Just seeing her mother and siblings reminded her of the pain she'd felt all those moons ago, when they all died. She hadn't known how to speek then, and she hadn't even known their names. They were torn away too suddenly. Kestrelpaw wheezed as she coughed in hard bouts. Her throat and chest hurt. Greencough, she thought grimly, knowing that if she couldn't get catmint soon, she'd develope blackcough, or worse, die.