Juncostar
shadowclan leader
It was the day after Juncostar's leader ceremony. Upon returning to camp, he'd named his deputy-- nearly falling off his perch with laughter upon the groans and eye rolls from many of his Clanmates-- and had retired to his new den. He had felt uneasy, laying alone in the same den Smokestar had claimed not long ago; he couldn't help himself and dragged Tigershadow along with him, asking the tom to lay with him while he slept despite the sunlight streaming through the entrance. He'd woken sore, with a pit in his stomach. Something felt off, and he couldn't quite place it. He feared that maybe he was getting sick, and for once he decided he'd be responsible and seek treatment before it got too bad.
As he made his way toward the medicine cats' den, the grey-spattered tom's paws felt like lead. Juncostar didn't remember ever feeling so sluggish, and his head was pounding. He was probably just coming down with a cold, he supposed, and the fogginess in his mind would fade once he'd gotten the appropriate herbs. He stepped to the entrance of the den, forcing down a shudder as he looked inside. He couldn't see Hareflight, but he supposed that she was likely sleeping. She'd had a long night, as well, and she needed the rest. Amber eyes falling on Waspsight, Juncostar's shoulders slumped as he sighed with relief.
"Hey, little dude," he greeted easily, a lazy grin settling on his lips. "I think I might be comin' down with somethin'," he began, tailtip flicking uneasily. "Just my luck, huh? Who would'a thunk a bunch of ghosts could get you sick?"
W A S P S I G H T
Waspsight had to be firm. He knew that if he babied Juncostar right now and threw caution out the window, they would regret it later. "I'm not joking." He stated, expression deadpan. Before him, he watched as the shadow clinging to the ShadowClan leader changed form once more. It buried itself within the subconsciousness of the grey tom, trying to disappear from the only pair of eyes that could locate it. He frowned. If this spirit knew that he could see it and was trying to keep itself a secret by hiding within their Clan leader, he didn't think it meant anything good.
"I don't think this spirit has good intentions, either." The medicine cat fixed Juncostar's pale yellow eyes with an expression of seriousness. Whether the Clan leader wanted to hear it or not, it was his responsibility to report the facts to him. And the situation was simply: something sinister was attached to him.