Yay! 'Nother chappie! I feel really crappy to-day, so I took it out on Stillkit.
The calico kit stood up and groomed. She had to look her best, among the other kits. Then again, she couldn't call her siblings ugly, or Icestar's kits. Snowkit wasn't bad looking, nor was Thunderkit.
She sighed. Thunderkit and Lightning kit were inseparable, and she had no chance of getting close to him. He was so strong, but he wasn't as cool as her brother, Stillkit.
Stillkit…he was so nice! But he was weak, and would probably never become a warrior. He was kind and sweet, but so weak…she still loved him. He and Tigerkit were such good friends! She loved all her brothers and sisters, and would never let anything happen to them.
"Rosekit! Come here, I think there's something wrong with Stillkit. He doesn't look good, like sick not-good, not ugly not-good." Tigerkit anxiously mewed. He was pacing around, and Windear was asleep, so she didn't hear him.
Rosekit bounded over. Stillkit did look sick, and his pads felt very warm. He was coughing constantly, and he looked very sick. She lay down next to him and purred. She wanted to comfort and calm him, but it wasn't helping much. He was delirious, and he couldn't tell friend from foe.
Goldenkit and Sweetkit both then found their way to the three. Goldenkit was the first to recognize what was happening, and she immediately felt his pads. "Whitecough, no doubt." She diagnosed.
Sweetkit butted her out of the way. She looked into his eyes and proclaimed, "Oh no! Yellowcough, not Whitecough! This is bad, very bad!"
"Who said you were the medicine cat? I'm going to be Fawnpaw's apprentice, not you." Goldenkit seethed. Sweetkit jumped on Goldenkit and started play fighting with her. The two tussled so much they bumped into Icestar, waking the queen.
"Whaa? What's going on?" she mumbled. The two kits looked down at their paws, ashamed for disturbing their leader, but got over it and Goldenkit spoke up.
"Stillkit is sick! He has Whitecough!"
"Yellowcough!" mewed Sweetkit.
"Let me see him." Icestar had to hide the horror, and happiness she was feeling. ScarClan couldn't afford to lose any warriors, but…Wildfire…. The queen got to Stillkit in no time. The poor little kit was giving off so much heat, and he was coughing so much he almost couldn't breathe. She scrutinized him, and demanded than Fawnpaw bring him to the infirmary. He had Yellowcough, and it could quickly change into Greencough, if not treated.
Fawnpaw walked into the nursery, delicately picking up Stillkit to bring him to the infirmary.
"Mama, is Stillkit gonna be okay?" Tigerkit whimpered to his mother.
"I don't know, Tigerkit, I don't know…" Windear replied, stroking her little one's head.
Yeah...Crappy day...poor Stillkit, I hope this doesn't upset everything...
Aneis