Originally Posted by Charmer (Post 568381) At the sight of his apprentice putting her tail on the kit, Shinefang stiffened, his eye narrowing as he looked at the small kit. Sure, she was little and cute now, but if those murderous thoughts lingered, how long would it be before that kit was big enough to test her claws on the throat of an unsuspecting clanmate? Grimly, the old tom thought about how the greencough just might take care of that before he had anything to worry about. He would tell Ringpaw to be wary of Eveningkit later, and in the mean time, he would tend to her like any other kit and allow Ringpaw to do the same. From the looks of it, his apprentice has a knack for tending to kits. @pomegranate

Originally Posted by Delta (Post 568526) Tallmarsh pulled a couple leaves from the pile of catmint that she had been holding in her mouth. She pushed two small, green leaves towards the kit. "Chew this, but do not swallow it, okay?" she said, her tone serious. She brushed the remaining catmint back into a neat little pile. This wasn't her entire store--she didn't want to run out, since it wouldn't be until greenleaf that she would be able to get more.

Originally Posted by RosePelt145 (Post 568809) It was a harsh leaf-bare this year, with prey being scarce, cats getting sick, and with the cold that made everything difficult. In the Quarantine Zone, a den set up for sick cats , lay in the corner a small, round shape, a young cat, his small eyes were closed and his ears were relaxed. He was apparently sleeping, he shifted in his sleep, looking content. Suddenly a wracking cough shook through his little body, the apprentice was obviously not doing well, he opened his eyes sleepily, yawned . The young cat, who went by the name Littlepaw, glanced around him, there were quite a few other cats here, who were also sick, yet he wondered if something would happen, sighed and stood, shaking, and padded to the water puddle for a drink , gently lapping up the water while still shaking. He has had multiple sclerosis since he was born; every cat in RiverClan knew. But there wasn't a cure, so his constant shaking was normal for him. The Whitecough didn't help things, however. Once he finished his water he settled down and gazed around him. @Pisces

a black chausie was laying down across the spot littlepaw was laying ,his eyes narrowed which never seemed to change , his head was sort of raised as he was trying to give off the look that he was fine, he didn't like looking weak it irritated him in a way. But looks aside he felt like foxdung, his eyes felt stingy and heavy his breathing wasn't normal in his terms and wheezed occasionally if he was up and about and he just felt...sluggish...He felt glued to the ground and didn't want to go anywhere most of the time. Wolfpaw grumbled but wince as his throat burned,why was he even here? He shouldn't have even gotten sick! How could he? He's a strong apprentice . His mentor Honeychirp would be so disappointed by the time he gotten better. His training will be held back along with his warrior ceremony ! That made him hiss .

The tom folded his ears back as he glared at most of the cats here, he wished he could just hurry the healing pace up,it was taking moons! starclan what did I do to you for you to have to do this to me?! he growled again at that as his back fur bristled ,what has he done? Wolfpaw settled his eyes on Littlepaw another fellow riverclanner, for some reason he grew a liking to him,maybe it was because of how sheltered he seemed to be? He didn't truly know why but he gave a tiny smile at him before he stood up as his legs shook from feeling ill. He wheezed as he took a few steps and stopped to actually cough a few times before fully making his way over to the tom, he gave littlepaw a smile with a friendly flash in eyes before laying down next to him "hey ....squirt" he greeted his breathing sounding labored a bit as he did.