"Unless anything else comes up? Sleeping, why?" Chuppenberrypaw yawned. "You seem... nervous? Why so tense, Echopaw? I don't bite... most of the time." The she-cat grinned at her own joke, finding it somewhat funny.
"Y-yeah, th-thanks." He stammered, trying to warm himself up. It just wasn't working, though, and the cold, wet feeling of dread and illness stayed with him. Curse this... Goldenpaw thought bitterly, glancing at Soprona and smiling.
Shaking his pelt, Goldenpaw watched as droplets of water sprayed the cave wall. Jeez, he was wet! Too wet, you could say. The tom groaned and tried to lick himself dry, but to no avail. He was staying soaked.