Sheepish [Warrior Cats OC Fanfiction]

chapter 9

SheepFur was replacing his moss bedding with new, fresh moss. He pushed his dirty, hairy and worn out moss aside and placed down the new one. She thinks it would be inappropriate to sleep with a messy bedding.

"Hello, SheepFur." A hoarse voice meowed.

SheepFur turned around, his confused look turned calm as he saw GarStripe standing behind him. "Hello!"

GarStripe squinted slightly, looking down at SheepFur's old moss nest. "Can I take your moss and put it away myself? I have nothing to do."

How bored are you to take other cat's beds?
"Uh huh." SheepFur nodded.

"Thank you." GarStripe picked up the old moss and walked away.

Weird. SheepFur walked out of the den and looked around.
Suddenly she felt her stomach twist, and SheepFur puffed up her cheeks, crouching down and shaking. What was that?
SheepFur stood back up. She felt very nauseous. It's not a rarety for her, but this time is was so sudden and she thought she was going to vomit.

SirenCrash suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pounced on her back. "Hello!"

SheepFur gasped, her heart beating rapidly, harshly pawing SirenCrash. "STOP THAT!" She hissed.

SirenCrash widened his eyes, but then crouched playfully. "What?"

"Don't do that. I'm nauseous." SheepFur muttered, covering her mouth with her paw.

"Oh. Go to RoseGold then!" SirenCrash suggested.

SheepFur pressed her legs closer to her chest. "I don't want to." She protested. She thought that RoseGold would give her herbs that would make her vomit.

"I'll go get her for you!" SirenCrash mewed and trotted off to the medicine den, but SheepFur desperately bit him by the tail. "Stop it!" She meowed angrily.

SirenCrash screeched, his fur bristling. "Hey! I only want to help you!"

"I said I don't want your help, so stop!" SheepFur yowled. Why do cats always do things to her if they know she doesn't like it?

"What happened?" RyeBerry padded in, looking at SheepFur with concern.

"SheepFur is nauseous!" SirenCrash blurted out.

"NO!" The she-cat screeched. She really wasn't in the mood for this.

RyeBerry lowered her eyebrows and sniffed SheepFur's face, as if she could determine if SheepFur was really sick or not in this way. Tho you could tell she's not feeling well just by looking at her.

"Why are you lying?" RyeBerry growled softly. "Put that attitude down for once. Go to the medicine den."

"I don't want to!" SheepFur whined like a kit.

"So what if you don't what to!?" RyeBerry growled louder. "Grow up and stop acting like a little kit! Are you not embarrassed!? What are you so afraid of? Some herbs? Why are you so scared of throwing up? Throwing up is good for your body because you remove the stuff that are hurtinf your stomach. Go to the medicine den."

RyeBerry glared at SheepFur for a second and walked away. Her words stung SheepFur like nettles. She gazed around, coming to the haunting realisation that some cats were watching RyeBerry berate her. How could she embarras her publicly like that? Her stomach interrupted her thoughts. She'll just go to the medicine den.

SheepFur hesitantly entered RoseGold's den, slightly shivering. RoseGold doesn't notice the she-cat walk in, and she just ends up standing there awkwardly for a few seconds, thinking of what to say.