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Given that I got a large enough of a backlog, I decided to get a little ambitious for Moon 24. Moon 24 will be multiple pages and will look like this. I want to get a bit more into the personalities of each cat and actually start telling the story more explicitly.

Oh, and for this moon, I'll write a few paragraphs describing one of the events I wrote down instead of only a few sentences in each part.

Quietclan Event - Yarrowwatcher

TW: Detailed Description of Infection/Illness

                Why her? Why this again? Was her body really this weak?

                It had only been two moons since she’d recovered from pneumonia after falling into the Runoff River that newleaf. And now, after having little opportunity to make up for all that lost time, she started coughing again. Her lungs felt clear, but her throat felt clogged. It made it a chore to drink, to eat, and to speak, but at least she could breathe alright. It was whitecough. She’d had it a few times before.

                Whitecough was the precursor to Greencough, which is when this infection spread from the throat to the lungs. Whitecough was more infectious than Greencough, but less severe. She found herself coughing up phlegm every few minutes, and its white, yellowish color proved this to her. She went to Berrymurk, who confirmed it.

                “Sprucequill and I are going to the Mooncave tonight—you can thank Icystar for that. So, for now, all I can do is give you some coltsfoot for the whitecough and poppy seeds to help you sleep. I’d advise you to eat them with food as to not upset your stomach.”

                “Should I—” She was interrupted by a fit of coughing, directing her head away from Berrymurk. She let out a soft groan after it subsided.

                “You know the drill. Cough up the phlegm in your throat, don’t swallow it, and try and keep it contained in this patch of moss-” He held up a pawful of it “-so it can be disposed of easily. Stay in here tonight and avoid physical contact with the other warriors. I’ll let someone know to bring you some prey and water on my way out.”

                Yarrowwatcher was upset that she had to spend more time in the large, expansive den. She preferred the darkness of the warrior’s den, where she could curl up in a corner and sleep uninterrupted for hours. The menders den was far too bright and got cold a lot quicker. This was remedied by having enough moss to cover yourself, but it wasn’t the same for her. It felt lonely. How did he deal with this before Sprucequill came along?

                While she was wallowing in her frustration, she failed to notice Berrymurk leave. She had wanted to ask if he had any honey to soothe her throat. Instead, she decided to spend some time grooming herself. She hated being idle, and it was something. While doing so, she realized that she had white flecks along her body.

                Am I really that old? No… I can’t be! It’s… got to be from stress. Elmpelt’s graying from stress too! He’s actually a lot worse off than I am from the looks of it! His entire muzzle is gray!

                She was jolted by a loud thump. She tried to yelp, but it came out more like a squeak. When she came to her senses, she realized it was just Cinderscorch. He had brought a pika for her and had unceremoniously dropped it in between her paws.

                She stared at him for a moment before nodding as a sign of thanks. She tried to speak as well, but it came out as a hoarse whisper. Luckily, he seemed to get the memo, and replied, “Elmpelt’s getting you water.”

                She smiled at him, but it must’ve looked more like a grimace. Shortly after, he turned away and exited the den. She turned her attention to the Pika. It was nearly half her size! Although admittedly, she hadn’t eaten since the day before, and her stomach growled loudly. While her throat ached from the effort it took to swallow, the satisfaction of digging in overcame the pain.

                Elmpelt joined her a few minutes later. He gave her the water, she took the coltsfoot and poppy seeds, and he settled down a few fox-lengths away from her. He clearly wanted to be by her, shuffling his paws and trying to find the closest place to sit, at the same time understanding that he should keep his distance while she’s ill.

                Elmpelt spoke about his day, attempting to entertain her. While his stories were always quite bland, she appreciated anything versus the quiet occasionally interrupted by clanmates murmuring in the distance. She wasn’t sure if it was having a full belly, the poppy seeds, Elmpelt’s dry monologue, or a mix of all three, but she found herself having a hard time keeping her eyes open. Eventually, she gave up trying to fight it, pushed her leftovers in the direction of Elmpelt, and curled up to take a nap.

                “Oh—Oh! Right, you had poppy seeds! In that case, I’ll take your scraps.” She could hear him approach and let out a small grunt as he picked it up. He began to depart, paused, and meowed with his mouth full, “Good night, Yarrowwatcher. I—” he said something else, but she didn’t hear it.

Description
Previous - Start - Next

Given that I got a large enough of a backlog, I decided to get a little ambitious for Moon 24. Moon 24 will be multiple pages and will look like this. I want to get a bit more into the personalities of each cat and actually start telling the story more explicitly.

Oh, and for this moon, I'll write a few paragraphs describing one of the events I wrote down instead of only a few sentences in each part.

Quietclan Event - Yarrowwatcher

TW: Detailed Description of Infection/Illness

                Why her? Why this again? Was her body really this weak?

                It had only been two moons since she’d recovered from pneumonia after falling into the Runoff River that newleaf. And now, after having little opportunity to make up for all that lost time, she started coughing again. Her lungs felt clear, but her throat felt clogged. It made it a chore to drink, to eat, and to speak, but at least she could breathe alright. It was whitecough. She’d had it a few times before.

                Whitecough was the precursor to Greencough, which is when this infection spread from the throat to the lungs. Whitecough was more infectious than Greencough, but less severe. She found herself coughing up phlegm every few minutes, and its white, yellowish color proved this to her. She went to Berrymurk, who confirmed it.

                “Sprucequill and I are going to the Mooncave tonight—you can thank Icystar for that. So, for now, all I can do is give you some coltsfoot for the whitecough and poppy seeds to help you sleep. I’d advise you to eat them with food as to not upset your stomach.”

                “Should I—” She was interrupted by a fit of coughing, directing her head away from Berrymurk. She let out a soft groan after it subsided.

                “You know the drill. Cough up the phlegm in your throat, don’t swallow it, and try and keep it contained in this patch of moss-” He held up a pawful of it “-so it can be disposed of easily. Stay in here tonight and avoid physical contact with the other warriors. I’ll let someone know to bring you some prey and water on my way out.”

                Yarrowwatcher was upset that she had to spend more time in the large, expansive den. She preferred the darkness of the warrior’s den, where she could curl up in a corner and sleep uninterrupted for hours. The menders den was far too bright and got cold a lot quicker. This was remedied by having enough moss to cover yourself, but it wasn’t the same for her. It felt lonely. How did he deal with this before Sprucequill came along?

                While she was wallowing in her frustration, she failed to notice Berrymurk leave. She had wanted to ask if he had any honey to soothe her throat. Instead, she decided to spend some time grooming herself. She hated being idle, and it was something. While doing so, she realized that she had white flecks along her body.

                Am I really that old? No… I can’t be! It’s… got to be from stress. Elmpelt’s graying from stress too! He’s actually a lot worse off than I am from the looks of it! His entire muzzle is gray!

                She was jolted by a loud thump. She tried to yelp, but it came out more like a squeak. When she came to her senses, she realized it was just Cinderscorch. He had brought a pika for her and had unceremoniously dropped it in between her paws.

                She stared at him for a moment before nodding as a sign of thanks. She tried to speak as well, but it came out as a hoarse whisper. Luckily, he seemed to get the memo, and replied, “Elmpelt’s getting you water.”

                She smiled at him, but it must’ve looked more like a grimace. Shortly after, he turned away and exited the den. She turned her attention to the Pika. It was nearly half her size! Although admittedly, she hadn’t eaten since the day before, and her stomach growled loudly. While her throat ached from the effort it took to swallow, the satisfaction of digging in overcame the pain.

                Elmpelt joined her a few minutes later. He gave her the water, she took the coltsfoot and poppy seeds, and he settled down a few fox-lengths away from her. He clearly wanted to be by her, shuffling his paws and trying to find the closest place to sit, at the same time understanding that he should keep his distance while she’s ill.

                Elmpelt spoke about his day, attempting to entertain her. While his stories were always quite bland, she appreciated anything versus the quiet occasionally interrupted by clanmates murmuring in the distance. She wasn’t sure if it was having a full belly, the poppy seeds, Elmpelt’s dry monologue, or a mix of all three, but she found herself having a hard time keeping her eyes open. Eventually, she gave up trying to fight it, pushed her leftovers in the direction of Elmpelt, and curled up to take a nap.

                “Oh—Oh! Right, you had poppy seeds! In that case, I’ll take your scraps.” She could hear him approach and let out a small grunt as he picked it up. He began to depart, paused, and meowed with his mouth full, “Good night, Yarrowwatcher. I—” he said something else, but she didn’t hear it.