Rain soaked food.

[Iceface]

Icepaw padded to freshkill pile, soaked fur stuck to his body, and his prey a small bird now looked smaller soaked with its feathers falling off.

"Thank Starclan, if that rain had kept up, Riverclan would of been Underwaterclan." Icepaw shook the rain from his coat and started to look for a dry spot to eat.

[Badgersoul]

"Would you stop your winning"

hissed Firepaw as he padded up behind Icepaw. Firepaw had been on the other side of the Riverclan's territory when the freezing rain has started to drizzle down and he had to run all the way back too camp in the rain. He wasn't the happiest cat at the moment.

Firepaw pulled out a vole and sat down beside Icepaw. "Your voice is already annoying enough" he said in a less harsh voice before he started to take little bits of the soaked vole. "Dear Starclan!" she cursed under his breath about how wet the vole was.

[Iceface]

Icepaw got a mouse for himself the bird he caught didn't seem appetizing to him anymore. "Right Firepaw, your just jealous of my powerful and strong voice." Icepaw fluffed out his chest a bit before biting into the mouse's stomach.

[owly ✿]

Januarypaw padded up to the two cats evenly and then picked up a skinny water rat. His paws made little plop plop noises as he walked over to the other cats. The tom's silver blue eyes shone dully. He looked at Firepaw and was about to talk but went into a fit of coughing. His whole body convulsed and then he threw up what was left of his previous meal. The tom's pelt was now covered in dirt as he lay on the muddy ground.

"Firepaw, help. I'm sick." Januarypaw rasped through heaving breaths and convolutions. The tom's legs were all shaking now and his ears were flat against his muddy head. Januarypaw's claws sunk in and out of the ground.

[Badgersoul]

[sorry it took so long to reply ^w^;, i know it is short.. but what else could I say? XD]
Firepaw was very surprised at Januarypaw's words; sick?. Firepaw, though was mildly disgusted at the tom, purred comforting and walked closer to Januarypaw.
"Well you sure aren't going to get better when you are a mess" His voice was harsh and hollow even though fear clawed at Firepaw's stomach.
Firepaw glanced over at Icepaw, a look of hope. ''come on Icepaw; you know I am no good at being comforting!'' Firepaw though to himself.

[~All I Need]

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Honeystripe
Honeystripe was flitting through the reeds, her eyes two slivers of honey orbs in the gloom. Dark clouds dotted the sky like when a broken quil pen breaks and splatters the page. Only little razors of light penetrated the darkness that hung over the RiverClan camp like a cloud. Honeystripe's beautiful golden brown-stripped pelt clung to her pale skin uncomfortably. She was in her own world, not caring about what the other warriors were doing until she heard the three apprentices talking. Honeystripe's ears swiveled to the direction of Firepaw, Icepaw, and Januarypaw's voices. Hmmm...What is going on over there...? She could tell that Firepaw was terrified behind his harsh facade. Januarypaw was terribly sick, she could tell. Honeystripe bounded over to them, accidentally skidding in the mud. "Quick, get him under shelter and I'll tend to him." Though Honeystripe was a quiet and shy cat, she could be a good leader.

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[owly ✿]

The pale grey tabby tom flitted his silvery blue eyes up to the she-cat. Who was that? He could just barely make out the scents of Firepaw and Icepaw. Where was the medicine cat? Januarypaw then let out a fit of coughs again and his body shook from the energy it was using. The tom Closed his eyes and waited for something to happen.

[BRAiNDEAD >.<]

[Badgersoul]

Firepaw looked down at his clanmate before grabbing onto the tom's scruff. the fire-red tom stood out against the silver tom's pelt. His amber eyes clashing like the sun and a thunderstorm. Slowly Firepaw was able to pull the grey tom across camp to the nearest den he could find, the apprentice den. Firepaw was welcomed into the den by the soft smell of the cozy den. Firepaw pulled Januarypaw ovet to a pad of moss and laid him down.Firepaw looked down at his broken clanmate, fear began to change into unease. What where they suppose to do? The medicine cat was no where i be found and all they had where two apprentices and a warrior. What happens if Januarypaw never got better.

Firepaw shook his head back and forth trying to rid of the dark thoughts that crossed his mind. Not knowing what to do next, Firepaw begain to groom the tom. The coldness of his pelt and the disgusting taste of Januarypaw's messy pelt made Firepaw want to get sick himself. "Now what Honeystripe?" he asked softly, fear edging around his harsh reputation.

[~All I Need]

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Honeystripe gritted her teeth together and tried to hold back the hysteria that threatened to confront her bravery. StarClan! Help me! She didn't reply to Firepaw's question and gently took Januarypaw from Firepaw's mouth. After a moment of gathering him up from the ground, Honeystripe led the little crew to the dry medicine den. "The medicine cat will just have to be mad at me for using the supplies when he returns," she hissed through the mouthful of fur that was Januarypaw's neck. She laid him down and looked around at the den, trying to see if they had what she needed. Good, everything was in place. Honeystripe placed her paw on the apprentice's head, checking to see if he had a fever. Immediatly, she pulled back with a gasp. He was boiling! "Icepaw! Firepaw! I want you to go find the medicine cat immediatly. I need more help than I thought. Don't worry, I'll tend to him while your searching for the medicine cat!"

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