04-22-2021, 06:14 PM
![[Image: DdB2JWR.gif]](https://i.imgur.com/DdB2JWR.gif)
★
★
★
★
Sick. Sickness. Getting ill. Sunny also had very good luck when it came to health and her immune system. Which was lucky, because being sickly was often a death sentence out in the wild, unless you had both the knowledge and constant supply of medicinal herbs to keep yourself afloat. If you were going to get sick, save it for when you had the safety and comfort of a medical team, yeah?
Skipping about in the breeze, no particular place to be or thought in her skull, Sunsetpaw happened to stumble upon Onyxpaw by chance and nothing else. Her curiosity won over incredibly quickly, but who wouldn't be at least a little intrigued or concerned by the hybrid hacking her lungs up? That's what the girl told herself anyway, jumping slightly at the gross coughing and mouth forming into a worried frown, an unusual expression and quite honestly something that felt strange upon her face. "What's new, boo?" Sunny asked, hopping up closer to the porch and by extent, the poor sickly discens that was burritoed up in blankets. It didn't take a science degree to figure out that Onyxpaw was obviously sick with something, a cold of rough proportions. "You look like you need a nap, soup and uh....d'you think there's honey anywhere around here?" Her whiskers twitched, voice not any quieter but certainly more gentle than usual.
Skipping about in the breeze, no particular place to be or thought in her skull, Sunsetpaw happened to stumble upon Onyxpaw by chance and nothing else. Her curiosity won over incredibly quickly, but who wouldn't be at least a little intrigued or concerned by the hybrid hacking her lungs up? That's what the girl told herself anyway, jumping slightly at the gross coughing and mouth forming into a worried frown, an unusual expression and quite honestly something that felt strange upon her face. "What's new, boo?" Sunny asked, hopping up closer to the porch and by extent, the poor sickly discens that was burritoed up in blankets. It didn't take a science degree to figure out that Onyxpaw was obviously sick with something, a cold of rough proportions. "You look like you need a nap, soup and uh....d'you think there's honey anywhere around here?" Her whiskers twitched, voice not any quieter but certainly more gentle than usual.
[b]