Hearing a call from the nursery and looking up to see Pikestar, Fawnlight was briefly confused until she saw Stonepaw run inside. Instantly the dappled brown she-cat was up and limping rapidly over to the den, disappearing inside. Emerging into the soft space blue eyes found the source of them being called; kits. Young, by the looks of it. A couple of days.

She refrained from speaking, instead letting Stonepaw take the lead. He had the right mindset, but Fawnlight didn't fault him for not knowing what to check. "Press your ear to their flanks; make sure their breathing is good, even." It worked better on bigger kits. Stars, they were so tiny. It made her wonder if hers would be this small when they eventually came.

Flicking her ear for Stonepaw to observe, she gingerly pressed an ear to the flank of one of the kits - a fluffy calico - and smiled when everything seemed in order. "Try with those two," she purred, taking a moment to look at Silversnow. Nerves flew off the she-cat like water from the fur of a cat shaking its pelt out. She offered a smile. "You did perfect by bringing them here, out of the cold." And with how the she-cat was now curled around them, she knew they would be safe.

The question about the kinked tail had her giving a closer inspection. There was no blood, no sign of apparent injury. It could have been a birth defect, something the kit was born with. "No mink did this," Fawnlight replied, rather confident in her guess that this was the way the kit had been born. She sniffed at where it was bent, looking to Stonepaw. "I don't know of a way to correct kinked tails, but if the kit was born with it, there is a chance it's not as painful as it looks."

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