Leave me alone, I'm sick (closed)

With a good amount of the clan sick, Valerianroot had tried his best to keep his distance from the infected, but it just wasn't possible when they needed to be cared for. Today he'd been given the task to bring food to those who were sick and picking up one of the better looking mice from the fresh-kill pile, he made his way over to the warrior's den. Entering the dimly lit den, the smell of herbs and sickness filled his nostrils, but he pushed past the stuffy feeling. Spotting Sparrowclaw's pelt first, he padded over to her. "Here," he said simply, placing the mouse beside the fluffy molly's nest. Afterwards, he quickly realized that he'd just assumed that she was awake and hoped that he hadn't awoken her, seeing as though she needed all the rest she could get.

Sparrowclaw hated being sick, as she couldn't do her duties or take care of the clan! She was sleeping, trying to distract herself from feeling icky when she was awoken by valerianroot. She looked down at the mouse and have a slight smile. "Thank you Valerianroot, for taking care of us and the clan." She mewed with her scratchy voice as she took a bite from the mouse.

Glad that the deputy still had her appetite despite being ill, Valerianroot gave a nod. "You're welcome," the fluffy warrior mewed simply in his usual calm tone. He didn't know if or when he'd also catch the sickness, but until then he needed to aid in keeping his clan as healthy and strong as possible. Turning towards the entrance, he was about to leave and take care of the others, but he stopped himself, knowing he should ask if she still needed anything. "Need anything else?"

Sparrowclaw thought about it for a moment before giving a slight nod. "Can you keep me company? It's lonely being sick." She mewed with a slight laugh then followed by a groan as her throat was hurting .