[BEAR.]

Firehawk's ears perked at Snakepaw's call and he slowly made his way out of the elders' den. If he were to be honest, he felt kind of useless.. being in the elders' den and doing nothing was never his cup of tea, but after he returned from his unexpected hiatus he'd been feeling off.

More fatigued, perhaps even weaker. It wasn't that noticeable at first but even making his way to Snakepaw left him feeling winded. He could hardly keep himself upright by the time he arrived near the medicine cat, lowering himself to a crouch as a way to try to recharge. "Hello Snakepaw," his greeting was quiet. "You wanted to do a check-up?" A good idea, honestly. Firehawk was vaguely aware of the missing ranks despite not attending the meeting-- it was hard to miss his son screaming it across camp, and he knew how rough sickness could be on a Clan. He remembered the CoughClan days all too clearly.

Firehawk pushed himself into a sitting position despite the discomfort and pain, doing his best to maintain his posture. He knew hunkering down would be useless for a check-up. "I'll be honest with you, son, I haven't been feeling so hot lately. I've.. been spent physically. My stomach hurts. There's times I feel like I can hardly get out of the nest." He was resigned, unsure what Snakepaw could even do. "Just sitting up is exhausting, and I don't think I ate any bad prey. That -- usually passes, this hasn't."

He was unaware of the mass in his lower abdomen, and even less aware of the internal bleeding that weakened him.

[ @Rani ]