Chapter three
Greykit sniffed his brother nervously. Sunkit wasn't moving. Nightkit padded back and forth worriedly.
"Oh, stop acting like a fretting elder! It's only a cold," Greykit muttered. Nightkit shook her head.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Greykit mewed. Nightkit flicked his nose with her tail.
"Quiet," she said sharply. "I'm worried."
Greykit sighed. Slowly his protectiveness was fading. He still loved his brother, but he had begun to suspect that he would not make it through the fast approaching season of leaf-bare. He was just beginning to give up on his brother. Sunkit had fallen ill several times since he had first left the nursurey.
"As I said, its only a cold. He'll get better by the next half moon."
Dawnriver hushed him. "Shh! Your brother needs quiet!" she whispered. Nightkit quickly sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws. Her whiskers quivered nervously. Greykit sighed and sat down next to her. The smell of sickness was not very strong. Sunkit had had worse. Greykit couldn't just sit and watch him. Darkmoon had given him all she could think of, but something was nagging in the back of his mind. A strange feeling had filled him, much like the one when he had bumped into Lionblaze. He had never met the elder before, yet, somehow, he had been sure that he'd seen him somewhere. Lionblaze had called him Jayfeather. But he wasn't the only cat who had commented on his similarities to the former medicine cat. The thing that most seemed to bother the Thunderclan cats is that he could see. Of course, Greykit thought it was ridiculus.
Greypaw shuffled his paws and twitched his tail.
"Greykit, if you can't sit still, then go outside and play," Dawnriver meowed. Greykit gratefully got up and stepped out of the nursurey that now seemed much smaller.
Greykit found himself padding towards the medicine cat den. He could see Darkmoon sorting herbs inside of her den. Greykit padded up. The black she-cat turned to him.
"Greykit! What brings you here?" she asked. "Is something wrong with Sunkit?"
Greykit shook his head. Then words came out of him, words that weren't his.
"I think that you should use catmint for Sunkit."
Darkmoon frowned. "What do you mean? He doesn't have whitecough."
More words that weren't Greykit's. "I think it would help," he said. Then Greykit was in control again.
Darkmoon looked at him suspiciously. "You're not a medicine cat. How do you know this?" Greykit shuffled his paws, confused.
"Umm…its just an idea. I've heard its good for coughs, and I thought it might help colds to..." Darkmoon thought for a moment, eying the catmint she had.
"You just might be on to something," she muttered as she took a small leaf from the pile. She beckoned Greykit with her tail and padded out of the den. She padded into the nursurey with Greykit close behind.
"Darkmoon? Greykit? What is this?" Dawnriver asked from the dusky darkness of the nursurey.
"Greykit had an…idea. I think it might work."
"What are you giving my kit?"
"Catmint."
Dawnriver sniffed at Sunkit. "But he has no whitecough. I mean, he's been coughing, but no more than usual for a cold!" she meowed nervously. Darkmoon shrugged. "Catmint is very strong. It just might do the trick." Dawnriver watched anxiously as Darkmoon prodded Sunkit gently. His head shot up wearily and darkmoon explained what she was doing. Sunkit dutifully swallowed the catmint and then fell back asleep.
"Now what?" Nightkit squeaked. Darkmoon headed out.
"We wait. If anything changes, let me know."