Coldthunder laid in his nest, his paws tucked under his chest as he tried to get some sleep. With everyone starting to lose hope, and the risk of the wretched disease beyond the reinforced walls of the camp, the large tom was constantly on guard. Thankfully, everything was quiet so far, and he could finally get well-deserved rest.
It was always troublesome to hunt, as you could barely walk five foxlengths out of camp without running into a cat with horrid bloodshot eyes, frothing mouth, and slurred, almost always unintelligible speech. The world at that time was a living nightmare, though they refused to just leave. Too risky... too risky, the tom thought to himself, pondering how life could be so much better out where there wasn't danger lurking around every single bend, rock, and tree. Coldthunder wouldn't dare put his Clan in danger for a journey that would risk losing the lives of everyone including himself. Much too risky, he thought once more. The tom found himself drifting off and eventually falling into a deep, exhausted slumber.

Nectarstorm⎟⎟Female⎟⎟Warrior⎟⎟Briarclan

The calico she-cat leapt quickly into the camp,panting lightly. She shot her head around,her left eye blinking repeatedly. 'I shouldn't go out there...' She looked around and spotted the deputy before padding slowly to him. She sat down and watched him,her face pretty serious.

The large tom jolted awake at the feeling of another presence, which normally was enough to make anyone uneasy. He rose to his feet and looked at the she-cat, "is there something you need?" he asked in his usual, gravelly voice. It didn't help that he was also beginning to catch whitecough, though he had expected it to happen as it was only beginning to become Newleaf. Where the Clan resided was a place with bitter Leaf-bares, oddly enough, the sicknesses always spiked at the very end of Leaf-bare. Coldthunder shook off these thoughts and turned his attention back to Nectarstorm, awaiting her answer as his tail drooped slightly, indicating that he was still very tired.

Nectarstorm⎟⎟Female⎟⎟Warrior

The she-cat shook her head and sighed deeply. She narrowed her eyes and began to shiver,without any good reason. She flicked her tail and frowned before lying down and curling up in a ball of fur. She watched the deputy,loneliness could be observed in her eyes. She looked away at some birds chirping on a tree.

Coldthunder gave her an odd look, "you should probably go and see a medicine cat for those shakes." He settled back down in his nest, attempting to drift off to sleep once more. He had a lot to do the next day, such as hunt and patrol the borders, no matter how dangerous it was. It had to be done. He let out a disgruntled sigh and shut his eyes tight, leaning his head again the dry moss and leaves of the bedding beneath him, his massive paws curled slightly as he tensed up with the remembrance of an old nightmare he once had of getting cornered by one of the 'infected.'

Nectarstorm⎟⎟Female⎟⎟Warrior

The she-cat widened her eyes,slightly offended. She jumped to her paws,shivers going down her spine. "We need a medicine cat ourselves! And more warriors! We need warriors!" She meowed pretty loudly,flicking her tail stressed. "And a leader... You should become the leader! Or I should! In any case,someone should!" She spoke quickly before leaping out of her den and gazing over at the fresh kill pile. She twitched her nose as she scented a rabbit.

"She-cats... sheesh." he muttered out loud, "I'm not ready to carry the burden of nine lives. For the love of StarClan, we're just a clan of two felines. I need to go scouting for survivors soon... Even if taking a rogue or loner into the Clan is bad, I'd rather save a life and risk my reputation, than let innocent cats die to keep Clan bloodlines clean." He shook his head and let a heavy sigh escape him, once more falling asleep.

Nectarstorm⎟⎟Female⎟⎟Warrior

"IF YOU DIDN'T GET THAT ALREADY,I SAID WE NEEDED MORE WARRIORS. Doesn't matter what kind of warriors." She yelled from out of the den,scaring the rabbit away. She pouted and rolled her eyes,sprinting out of camp. Her ears were pricked and her nose twitched from second to second,trying to observe everything moving or hearing anything.

"Bugger off," he hissed, woken up once more by the she-cat, "the last thing I need is some warrior screeching at me over something I cannot control," he rolled his eyes, though he was out of earshot by then. "Peace and quiet for a few minutes is what I need," the tom grumbled. Once again trying to fall asleep.

Nectarstorm⎟⎟Female⎟⎟Warrior

She spotted a bush shaking. Before leaping at it,she twitched her nose once again,realizing its a rabbit. She leapt on the bush and blocked all spaces the rabbit could escape through,before grabbing the rabbit and killing it with one bite. After that,she rushed back into her camp and dropped the rabbit besides the fresh kill pile.

He sighed in annoyance at being unable to sleep and rose to his feet. Walking out of the den, his fur stood on end for a short length of time from the sudden gust of cold. He sniffled a bit, grumbling softly about his whitecough. Me, the deputy out of all cats. The last thing we need is to lose another authority figure. Coldthunder watched his breath fog into the air and drift away, displaying how cold it was. "I can't wait until Greenleaf," he sighed, sitting down and wrapping his fluffy tail around his paws, "despite the blistering heat during it, it's much better than the cold." He didn't mind talking to himself. It gave him a better peace of mind knowing that his thoughts were in order, even if the thinking was done out loud.