[Dolomedes]

Ashkit
He/him | ShC kit | Moons: 5 | No purrks
“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back”

 

Ashkit doesn't feel good. That was kind of an under statement though, ever since a moon or so his lungs have started to almost burn in his chest and the coughs that start little at first now made his little, too small, body want to collapse. And during his last coughing fit he did exactly that, the cough leaving pretty spots of red on the once fully green mossy nest. It was so empty now, mama was gone and so to were his siblings. Or were they and Ashkit was just too gone to even know who they are anymore. A burning incinerated his chest again as wheezing breaths pushed their way forcibly from his aching lungs, his eyes drooped as though the effort to hold them up was being zapped from his with each breath.

Somewhere deep, deep inside of him, something told him that he shouldn't fall asleep, he can't fall asleep. Something screamed in the back of his mind that he needed to go get help, that he wasn't getting better like he thought he would but still he refused to go near that awful place. The medicine den, what a joke, Ashkit knew what happened in there. Cats died. It was a bad omen. But now, he wishes that he had gone there to get something that helped him just be able to breath but he couldn't and he was getting sleepier with each heaving breath. Just... one small... nap. Then Ashkit will get up and feel a bit better and would be able to get his legs to work and get himself over to the medicine den where he'll feel all better, unless he was right about the den after all.

He misses mama. Ashkit just wants to be held again, he's been so so lonely lately. Mama disappeared, didn't care enough about Ashkit to stay and his siblings didn't care, and the cats of Shadowclan didn't care. He was just another orphaned kit. Through the pain and through his scratchy and painful throat, and even despite himself, Ashkit hummed a little tune to himself, tears stinging his eyes and nose, "Poor Little bug on the wall. Jing jing. No one to love him at all. Jing jing..." With that sad little lullaby, the kit shut his eyes for what would be the last time in his time living.

[ OPEN, Ashkit is dead, so someone should probably get his body out of the nursery, lol ]
[ Other note: The song is from Bluey, but sad. ]