Then she almost died.
Frostpaw was washing her fur, shivering from the stream's cold water. She didn't feel sick anymore, and her headache was gone. There was a slight tingle still, but she was sure it was from the water. A cool breeze swept the area and it Frostpaw fluffed up her fur.
"It's freezing!" She remarked. A while ago she would've thought new-leaf was coming. She wasn't so sure now. Frostpaw got onto her paws, licking her shoulder one last time before heading back to her camp. That was when she sneezed. And then she sneezed again. "Great Starclan!" She growled. "Can't I have a break from sickness?"
Sighing, she clambered into her nest. A nap would help her, she was sure. Frostpaw closed her eyes. They slid shut easily and she fell asleep quickly.
After about three seconds, they snapped open.
Her chest was tight and she could hardly breathe. She gasped for breath and ended up coughing. She coughed and coughed until she threw up. It was just water that she threw up, but she was still worried. Frostpaw tried to stop coughing, but her tight chest wouldn't let her. She inhaled, got some air, and coughed some more.
Her body shuddered and she wretched. Whatever she had eaten earlier was gone. Frostpaw wailed and tried to take in more air. She stood up and staggered towards the stream. It wasn't too far away. She could reach it.
It took what Frostpaw thought was forever to get to the stream. She was exhausted by the time she got there. She was practically dragging herself towards the water. Frostpaw mewled weakly and tried to get one paw in the stream. She was too weak. She collapsed, panting.
"Star…Clan…" She whispered. "Help…" The world was fading out. She couldn't do anything. She could hardly breathe as her eyes began to close again. Frostpaw went limp as she went out like a firefly light.
"Is the poor thing okay?"
"Yes. She'll be fine. I hope."
Frostpaw opened her eyes a little. She had heard two voices: A she-cat's and a tom's
She groaned weakly. "Help..."
The she-cat that had spoken earlier stuck her head in Frostpaw's face. She had black fur and blue eyes. "Hello, little one!"
The tom, a light gray tabby with green eyes, pushed the enthusiastic she-cat away. "Stop! She needs to rest!"
Frostpaw wanted to agree. Her body ached and she felt awful. She didn't think she could handle keeping her eyes open, let alone speak.
"Aw, I wanted to speak to her. She's so cute!" The black she-cat squealed.
Frostpaw heard the tom sigh in annoyance.
"No, she needs to recover." He growled. "Please, Bird. Just go and..." He paused. "Catch some more prey-for the three of us!"
So her name is Bird. What is the tom called?
"Call me Stream." The tom sighed, as though he had read her mind. "Sorry about my friend, she is very hyper."
Frostpaw realized that her headache was getting better. It was almost gone. She cleared her throat, realizing that she had enough strength to speak. "Yes, hyper." She grumbled. "Wait, who are you?" Frostpaw straightened. "I don't remember scenting any others in this area..."
"We were passing by and we saw you by the stream. Funny, my name is Stream." He joked.
"Uh, yeah." Frostpaw blinked. "Well, um, thank you." She purred.
"No problem."
Frostpaw tried to stand, but her legs buckled and she fell to the ground. "Ow…" She muttered.
"Don't try to stand! You still need to heal!" Stream scolded.
Sorry that it's so short! I kinda have a writer's block for this story (it seems that it never goes away; it'll be for one story, and if it goes away it'll move to another story. Well, I'll be updating once every two weeks!