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Originally Posted by Undercover
@Charmer
Purekit let out a whimper as she staggered into the shadow the the medicine cat den. Hopefully Shinefang isn't busy! Purekit's stomach felt like there were live mice trying to claw their way out. She supposed it was from the mouse she had eaten a while ago with Swanheart, her mother. Although, Swanheart didn't get sick... Purekit wondered what was wrong with her as she padded into his den. She always seemed to be the one getting sick. Tawnykit never got sick all the time like Shen did. And, it always seemed to be after she ate. As the small kit blinked to adjust her gaze, another roll of pain swept through her belly. Stifling a whimper, she called out hesitantly. "Shinefang?"
Purekit's bright, crystal blue gaze was glazed over with pain and her form was slightly hunched. As she stepped in farther she wondered where he was. Was the SkyClan medicine cat is his den? Purekit didn't often come to his den, so many of the scents were unfamiliar and burned her throats if she breathed in too deeply. It wasn't that she didn't like it in the den, but she wouldn't avoid coming in becuase it reminded her of stomach pain, sick cats, and the sharp scent of herbs. Flicking the tip of her white tail, the she-cat plopped down and licked down a piece of stuck-up fur on her chest, trying to distract herself. It worked as a pacifier, but never to contentment. |
The medicine cat was curled up in his nest, exhausted from a hard day. There were cats in his den that were staying the night because of injuries and he'd been running around all day tending to this and that. He barely heard the tiny, whimpering voice of the little kit who had stumbled into his den. His ear gave an involuntary twitch, and he raised his head with a snort, "Huh? Wha?" the old cat glanced around his den, eyes bleary with sleep and unfocused before deciding he hadn't actually heard anything and lying his head back down. A second later, he was snoring loudly.