AN: Back to writing. What a relief.
Featherkit grumbled as Doveflight thoroughly sniffed her. "I'm fine." she insisted. "Just a little fall."
"It wasn't just a fall. Your knees have been weak ever since you were born. I thought Honeystream knew better. I warned her that this may happen!" Doveflight sighed.
Featherkit fluffed up he'd fur. "It wasn't Honeystream's fault, Doveflight." she mewed defensively. Doveflight chuckled and bustled into her herb storage. When she came back out a stick was clamped firmly between her jaws.
"Chin up." Doveflight ordered. Featherkit raised her head. "Up!" Featherkit giggled when Doveflight tickled her with the stick.
"Put this between your jaws. Your shoulder is slightly out of its socket so I'll have to pop it back in." Featherkit nervously waited for the pain to come. Wwwrrench!
Featherkit bit down hard on the stick as sharp pain escalated through her body. Slowly it faded away, and Featherkit was left trembling.
Doveflight pushed two tiny black seeds toward Featherkit and took the stick. "Eat these two poppy seeds up. It'll help you sleep; you're staying here for the night. I'm going to go talk to Honeystream."
Featherkit bent down her head and lapped up the two black seeds. Just after a few moments the poppy seeds began to activate. Nodding her head, Featherkit curled up and fell asleep.
Featherkit woke to find herself in the middle of a hollow. Trees surrounded her and the only source of light was from a little tiny peephole above her. "Where am I?" she wondered. Featherkit padded around, listening as the crickets chirped and the leaves around her rustled.
Suddenly, she felt that another presence and she spun around.
"Hello?" she squeaked. When she got no answer, Featherkit suddenly felt nervous. "Hello?" she repeated, slowly unsheathing her claws.
Yet again no answer. Now Featherkit was terrified. "I-if you don't answer me right now, I-I'll..." Featherkit thought hard on what she was going to do.
But there was no time. She heard a large rustle behind her and felt someone breathing down her neck. Featherkit spun around and, with her claws unsheathed, struck.
She heard a loud yowl and a heavy "thump" as her attacker landed on the ground. Featherkit stared at her attacker, slowly walking towards the body, wondering if it was alive.
"No!" Featherkit spun around to see a dark gray she-cat with lighter markings on her face dart towards the body. "Pebbleshade, no! You can't be dead!"
The she-cat looked behind her and saw Featherkit. Her teeth bared, she yelled, "You killed him!"
Featherkit slowly backed away. "I-I didn't mean to! He was scaring me...he was padding around and breathing down my neck..."
"You didn't have to kill him!" Tears were streaming down the she-cat's face. She bent down and pressed her nose into Pebbleshade's fur. Featherkit immediately felt immense guilt and regret. "I-I'm sorry...I-I..."
"No." The she-cat looked up. "Don't be." She rose and stared at Featherkit. "From now on, you shall be cursed! You will always be cursed, until the day you breath your last breath."
The she-cat cackled. "Oh, but it won't be your last, no it won't."