Panthro
Kagome was used to being seen as a mother figure, the kittens had taken to her as such almost as soon as they had met. She was used to wiping runny noses, smoothing down hair and fur and sharing her food, drink and at times bath. Yet as she sat here, her small frame anchored to his much larger one she resisted the urge to sigh.
He acted like he was dying.
She couldn't leave the room without him freaking out, calling for her in a weak hoarse voice. She didn't mind, she was his mate, but damn if it wasn't annoying that he acted like this every time he got sick. She ran her fingers over his lightly heated forehead frowning, he had a light fever but if he would stop milking it and let her go get some medicine from Cheetara he would get better sooner.
As if sensing her thoughts he pulled her closer, rolling over and burying his face in her lap as he let out a pathetic little mew. She shook her head as she ran her fingers through his short brown locks. "Really dear don't you think you're over reacting?" He merely mumbled incoherently into her lap making her chuckle lightly. She lightly let her fingers run over the fine blue fur of his neck and giggled as he let out a loud sneeze and then moaned as if it had physically hurt him and had stolen his energy form him.
He was such a big baby.