Chapter 1
Patchkit lay panting on her side, she had been playing moss ball with her littermates, then she started to get wheezy, next thing she knew she couldn't breath, and was so tired that she couldn't move.
"Patchkit! Willowfur, help!" Patchkit's oldest littermate, a she-cat called Dewkit called. She was gray with spots of light gray. She was strong and tall (for a kit), with a long tail and sharp, blue eyes. Patchkit also spotted her other littermate, a tom called Flamekit. He was standing behind Dewkit, a worried look on his face. His fur was gold, with flashes of white on his underbelly, paw, and ear tips. But, the most stunning part of him was his eyes, which were a dark amber.
Patchkit herself was many different colors, she had spots of, orange, white, black, brown, and gray. Her eyes were blue, and she was small. Her tail was somewhat long, and her claws were a bit more curved at the end.
Then a flash of brown fur appeared and a pair of green, worried eyes popped into view. It was her mother, Willowfur. She was light brown, her fur was silky and her body, thin and sleek.
"Patchkit!" Willowfur exclaimed "Dewkit, go get Fernwing!" Dewkit nodded and dashed away. Willowfur nudged Patchkit with her muzzle.
"Come on darling, sit up, you have to get your blood flowing to your lungs." Patchkit painfully rose her body into sitting position. It was a cool day, the sun was shining and the air smelled of newleaf. Patchkit wasn't shocked that she had collapsed. Ever since she was a moon old it had been happening. But, in a few days she would be 6 moons old, he wanted to be a warrior, more than anyone, yet the medicine cat, Fernwing, kept taking time to show her the herbs. Patchkit knew sometime soon that her mother would talk to her about becoming a medicine cat.
Dewkit ran over to them, Fernwing following. She had herbs in her mouth, carefully she set them down, then poked around until she found a big, green, juicy one. She carefully placed it in front of Patchkit.
"That's a delicate herb, Patchkit, be careful with it." Fernwing said in a gentle voice. Fernwing was a very light gray, and in the sun she looked like she had specks of green on her coat, her eyes were also green, and her teeth were dull as if they were made for picking up herbs.
Patchkit nodded, her chest hurt and her lungs were on fire. Her head was pounding and she was still panting. The herbs were bright green, with long veins running through their middle. Carefully she lowered down and began to chew the plant. Like Fernwing had said it was delicate breaking at the first touch of her sharp teeth. Though, Patchkit already knew this, she had eaten this herb so many times that the bad taste didn't affect her as much.
She took her time, chewing up the plant that would help her chest. Every time after she had an "attack" she was always ordered to lay down for the rest of the day. It was horrible, especially today, it was sun-up and a beautiful day. Slowly she finished off the herb, she licked her lips. The pain in her chest had faded a bit, and her head had stopped pounding.
At first no one said a word, Patchkit's hopes rose, maybe, just maybe, they would let her play!
"Ok, Patchkit must go lay down, for the rest of the day, it will help her steady her breathing." Fernwing announced. Patchkit's heart dropped, she hated being stuck inside a stinky old den, while she heard her littermates play.
She didn't argue though, she had tried that once, it didn't end well. With her tail drooping and her ears hanging limp, she trudged behind her mother into, the humid, stinky, and dusty den.
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