"I d-don't think y'r okay if your feet're bleedin', Wildkit," he grits out, thin coat bristling up down the sharp line of his back. He's just worried, is all—massively so, because now he'a thinking back to the whole head-bonking debacle. Stars, he hopes it won't be anything that serious.

"Maybe you should...uh...stay offa them for a bit? 'Nd you should probably—maybe—see the medicine cats, uh, so they can maybe—probably—put, uh, put stuff on 'em," you know, however that Crazy Nebulous Medicine Cat Stuff(TM) works. Mosquitokit peers fretfully around the clearing, childishly hoping that a bigger cat will intervene at the sight of Wildkit's minor injuries, so she'll be taken care of and he won't have to be worried any more.

"Does it hurt?"

Oh! He's stunned that his prayers are answered, and relieved of course—though now he's ducking his head all shy, not really sure what to do with himself in the presence of a warrior. Is it too much to hope that Bloomingblaze just, magically figures everything out and whisks his friend away to safety? Probably. Mosquitokit won't be any help if he just stands there like a lost shadow.

"Um, s-sorry to bother you, but my—, uh, Wildkit, my friend, is bleedin' outta her paws 'cause of some thorns and Ithinksheshouldgethelporsomethin',"

He peters off as Wildkit explains her own situation to the dashing-looking warrior. The last thing Mosquitokit wants to do is speak over her—they're her paws, after all—but he can't help but wonder of she's maybe not taking this as seriously as she should. Or, maybe he's the one being weird by overreacting? Starclan, this is too hard to think about.

He takes a moment to focus on something easier. Here's a list of things he notices about the warrior who's come to their rescue:
-She's very colorful (tan, orange, brown...he's never seen fire before, so the closest comparison he can make is sunsets)
-Two ears and four paws (he counts)
-One tail, only...is it a bit short? Would it be rude to ask about it?
-Her eyes are very yellow. Yellower than his, which are more of a...a um...a different color than yellow? He can only see them in puddles sometimes...

He almost gets lost in considering all the different sorts of yellows there are, but by now he's feeling a little more settled to continue addressing the matter at hand.

"Wildkit, i-if you're hurt I...uh, I think you sh'ld get help," he mumbles. Way to really put your foot down, kiddo. Mosquitokit flashes a short, imploring look at Bloomingblaze, hoping she's on the same wavelength.

A game? So he might be able to expand his game repertoire and make sure his friend is taken care of...there might be a light at the end of this tunnel, yet.

But it looks like Wildkit's digging her heels in and Mosquitokit can't, for the life of him, understand why. She's hurt! He glances uncertainly between his friend and the kind warrior who's gone out of her way to tend to them, unsure how to handle this. Could the warrior just make Wildkit get help? But, that might make her unhappy...but is it worth it? Wht does he want more, for his friend to be hurt and happy or unhurt and unhappy? What a strange problem to even have...

"Wildkit—please? It pro—probably won't take long an' then we can come back a-an' play with...uh, play with..." he peters off and gestures to Bloomingblaze.