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Post by Shad on Oct 15, 2015 20:09:22 GMT
The small brown kit's eyes fluttered open. She was so hungry. Her chest hurt. Her body felt sore, like Ternkit had rolled on top of her in her sleep and not bothered to get off. She didn't smell Ternkit though. She smelled Hawkkit and Mistlekit and her Mama and plants. This was not her nest, that much she knew. Flickerkit's stomach grumbled and she flickered her ears back unhappily. She was so hungry! But even the idea of food had her gagging after that horrible stuff Ravenface gave her. She was never eating berries again! Ever! Amber eyes blinked. Flickerkit saw she was in the Medicine Den, not the Nursery. That was weird. Mistlekit was curled up right next to her, which was even weirder. The little brown kit picked up her head to get a better look around but then she felt whoozey and had to put it back down quickly. Her chest hurt. Her stomach hurt. Her head was spinning. Flickerkit could not decide which bad thing was worst and simply groaned miserably, a noise that rapidly alerted the den's other inhabitants to her newly awakened state. "Welcome back," Ravenface mewed from somewhere, relief plain in her voice. It certainly did not feel good to be back in Flickerkit's opinion. |
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 16, 2015 22:30:18 GMT
Hawkkit & MistlekitHawkkit waited. Hawkkit watched. For hours and hours and hours it seemed like he'd been in Ravenface's den, watching over his little sister. Well, maybe it hadn't been that long. But for an energetic little kit? It certainly seemed like it. He'd curled up around her, head on his paws. Ravenface had said they had to be careful. That she was real sick and they couldn't be loud, and they couldn't be rough. Well, Hawkkit had agreed to that. And so had Mistlekit, who sat lay facing Flickerkit on her opposite side. That was what friends and family were for. They were 'sposed to be there when you were sick, even when your mamas told you to stay in the nursery. An they were 'sposed to keep you warm and safe. Big brothers were 'sposed to take care of their little sisters, too. And Hawkkit wished that he'd been there to keep her from getting sick in the first place.
Mistlekit felt awful bad. Any cat could have seen that. When Mistlekit and Flickerkit had first come back, Mistlekit had woken the whole nursery up with her crying. Mama had run right out of the den while Swanstrike had kept the rest of them from following her. All the while Mistlekit cried and cried and cried, and Rosekit couldn't even get her to quit. Hawkkit had been confused and scared, and Ternkit had wanted to go right after Mama to go see Flicker. But Swanstrike and Fernheart had said that they had to stay put.
But it had been a couple days now. They were allowed to come visit her, even if she was asleep the whole time. Ravenface said she was getting better, but Hawkkit didn't see it. He wanted to, though. He didn't want his sister to be sick. And neither did Mistlekit. Her lichen eyes were still red from crying, and she seemed to have developed a permanent sniffle. The nursery wasn't as fun without Flickerkit. Hawkkit thought so, anyways. Who would be their Cedar tank when they played Marshclan verses Cedarclan? And who would get Mistlekit or Swanstrike to make their stories just a little bit longer? Ternkit slept in Flickerkit's spot now, and she always kicked Hawkkit in the head! He wanted Flickerkit back, and had dozed off more than once or twice waiting for her in the little nest.
Now Mistlekit on the other hand, she never shut her eyes. She was always looking. At either Ravenface or Mistlekit, trying to help however she could. Talking talking talking, and then real quiet for a long time. Then talking again. It was better than the quiet, Hawkkit supposed. And maybe her stories would wake Flickerkit up, like in that one about the queen who slept for a year! Right now she was quiet. Everything was quiet in the daytime 'cept for sick cats breathing and Ravenface doing things.But then... It suddenly wasn't quiet anymore!
Because Flickerkit moved! Her stomach rumbled and little eyes opened, and immediately both Mistlekit and Hawkkit jerked to attention. She let out a tired groan, and Mistlekit gasped. She was up! She was up! "Oh Flickerkit, thank goodness you're awake!" Mistlekit breathed, fresh tears in her green eyes as she leaned forward to scramble into her nest and press her face against hers.
"Flickerkit! Flickerkit!" Hawkkit purred, pressing his face into his sister's neck and wrapping a paw around her. Uh... wait. Was Ravenmist glaring? He quickly retracted it, a sheepish look on his face, but he butted his head against the back of Flickerkit's still.
"I'm so sorry I didn't watch you good enough. I wanted to find something good, but you got all hurt!" Mistlekit whimpered, almost a cry. Hawkkit usually laughed at stuff like that, but he didn't feel like laughing right now. He was exhausted and his head hurt from kicks and he was just glad that his sister was alright.
"The nursery's no fun without you there." Hawkkit pouted. "Now that she's awake, can she come back Ravenface?"
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Post by Shad on Oct 19, 2015 4:32:04 GMT
"I'm fine," the little kit lied absently. It sounded surprisingly convincing. Dimly, a small part of her recognized this with some shock as she had never been a competent liar, but she was too queasy and yet hungry to care right that second. "I'm hungry," she mewed weakly, her throat felt so dry. "And thirsty."She started to get up, but then her chest felt funny and her head suddenly felt far too light and with not enough blood in it and the den was swirling and ughhhh she had to stop. The world was doing that spinny thing again and she really wished it would just stop it as it was turning her stomach and even though her stomach was empty if it kept going on like this she was pretty sure she would end up puking dry air and that did not sound like fun in the slightest. "You stay there," Ravenface ordered sternly. Yeah. Well. She definitely was not moving until the ground stopped moving. There was no risk of that. Stupid ground. Why was it misbehaving so much? "Hawkkit, will you go get some fresh wet moss for Flickerkit to lick? Mistlekit, you make sure she does not try to get up again while I go grab a nice, tasty mouse... and someone who I think will be very happy to see you up and moving, Flickerkit." Ravenface spirited out of the den to grab some prey and Starlingfur from the leader's den. Just when she had been about to give up hope, the little kit had woken, but the little brown kit knew none of this. She simply assumed the silver Medicine Cat had left. She was still having a hard time with the basics and was hardly aware of anything outside her immediate proximity. She knew Hawkkit was happy. She knew Mistlekit was upset. She knew she really hated the lightheaded feeling that was coming over her and the way the nest felt unsteady under her paws, even while laying down. More than that... was difficult. Why? Was all this supposed to be difficult? A vague sense of worry pricked at the shekit's pelt but she shoved it aside as she put a weak paw on her friend's soft white coat. "It's okay," she told her. "I'm fine. Really. I just needed a nap. That's all. Those Mistle berries made me real sleepy." Amber eyes looked around for her brother, grinning when she caught sight of him. "Hawkkit - me and Mistlekit went outside!" she told him excitedly. "We found Mistle berries! Uhm," she looked around the nest, then back at Mistlekit, a faint note of disappointment appearing on her face now. "Where did you put them? You did get some didn't you? I was going to get some but..." Flickerkit frowned. "I think I just got too tired. I don't even remember coming back. I bet that's pretty silly, huh?"
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 19, 2015 22:15:53 GMT
Mistlekit & HawkkitOh thank goodness she was awake. Thank goodness thank goodness thank goodness. Mistlekit... Oh, Mistlekit didn't even know what she would have done had Flickerkit not woken up. She'd been sleeping for so long- even longer than Rosekit had when he'd gotten back! But- he'd woken up so often due to the pain.. But oh Flickerkit, she didn't even wake up from that! Mistlekit felt like weeping. Her tears would be ones of both joy and sorrow.
"Don't move an inch Flickerkit, we'll take care of you." she fretted, laying a tail on her little friend's flank. She was going to help the best she could. She had to. After all, this was all her fault for letting Flickerkit get so far away... She had to make sure that her friend got all better as best she could. As quickly as she could. She didn't know what Flickerkit was feeling right now. But if she'd been sleeping for so long... even if she said she was okay, Mistlekit had seen how she had vomited. She'd carried her body back to camp. She couldn't... She just.... couldn't.
"I'll get the biggest, wettest moss in the whole forest." Hawkkit pledged, standing and puffing out his chest before racing off. Ravenface followed quickly after, leaving the two kits alone. Well.... Mostly... Alone. Mistlekit tried not to look at the sick cats. They scared her.
Mistlekit put her paws on her friends, shaking her head. "No no no, rest for as long as you need. You gotta get better, Flickerkit. Those weren't Mistle berries at all!" she cried. Oh, she couldn't believe that she hadn't even recognized what plants she was named after and what plants she wasn't! And poor Flickerkit had paid the price. She said that she was okay, but the little furrow in Mistlekit's brow still showed worry. She opened her mouth to respond- to explain about the mistle berries that weren't really mistle berries after all- but she didn't even have the chance, for as soon as her maw had parted a cat stormed into the den.
Well, maybe 'walked very quickly and in an incredibly worried way' was a better description. But that was too long to say. Either way, Flickerkit's mother was in there in a heartbeat, crouching beside her daughter and covering her face in licks. Mistlekit moved out of the way and into Hawkkit's old spot as Starlingfur took up their space. It was as if there was nobody in the den but she and Flickerkit to the queen. Mistlekit... couldn't blame her. Guilt burned in her ears at the queen's sudden appearance, and she buried her face in her friend's side to hide it. But she quickly peeked back up. There was so much worry in Starlingfur's eyes. Mistlekit had always thought she had pretty eyes, like her mama's. But now they were so bright. So terrified. So relieved. Mistlekit could smell the emotions coming off of her in waves.
"Flickerkit." she finally pulled away, smiling weakly. Her eyes were rimmed darkly, and her fur looked unkept. Well, even more unkept than usual. She looked even more tired than Mistlekit felt. She put one paw on the side of her little daughter's face, eyes a storm of emotion. "Thank Starclan you're finally awake. We- I-..." she stopped, seemingly at a loss for words. And then she shook her head, pressing her face back against her daughter's. "I'm just... Glad that you're alright." She sighed. It was such a heavy sigh. Like the creak of a falling tree. She looked so worried. So scared. Mistlekit... had never seen her own Mama look like that.
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Post by Shad on Oct 20, 2015 0:18:06 GMT
"Uh... okay?" the shekit mewed awkwardly. Hawkkit was a good brother, but that was a bit over-eager, even for him. When had getting moss gotten so exciting? But then he was gone and Mistlekit... was Mistlekit crying? Flickerkit's ears dropped and her earlier sense of unease returned. Why was Mistlekit crying? What was wrong? Had she done something bad? Uh oh. Had leaving the camp gotten them in a lot of trouble? Would she not become an apprentice now or something? Flickerkit felt very guilty if that was true but Mistlekit was not babbling about punishments. 'Take care of her'? 'Rest as long as she needed'? Flickerkit looked around the Medicine Den with growing alarm. What did her friend mean 'rest'? She had only taken a short nap! Why would she need more rest? Why did they need to take care of her? Why was she in the Medicine Den? Why was her chest hurting? The shekit's heart rate started to sky rocket and she was feeling very unsteady. Her vision started to fuzz at the edges and her breathing picked up speed. What was going on? Why was all this happening? Why was everyone so upset? What was wrong? Was -Was something wrong with her? What was wrong with her? She felt fine! Maybe hungry, and thirsty, and a little bit funny and sore but that was nothing. Really. She was fine. She was absolutely fine... wasn't she? Wasn't she?!Then her Mama came in. For a split second the shekit started to relax. Her Mama was not scared of anything. Her Mama was warm, protective, and most of all safe. Flickerkit started to move her limp paws to get up and run to Starlingfur. The queen beat her to it though. Her Mama was all over her in a second, but somehow that did not make the little brown kit feel any better. Her Mama was too close, too frantic, too harried in her movements and caresses. Flickerkit could feel the fear and tension coming off Starlingfur in waves and it scared her even more than Mistlekit had. Her Mama was never scared. She was big and strong and not afraid of anything... but she was afraid now, and that made Flickerkit very, very afraid. "Mama?" Flickerkit's voice was on the brink of tears as her fear threatened to overwhelm her. Her mother pulled back and Flickerkit's battered heart started to flutter like a trapped bird's. Her Mama looked bad. She had big, scared eyes that looked far too tired and her fur looked funny. It hadn't looked like that this morning! How long had she been asleep? What was going on? Was she okay? She felt okay! Really! She really really really felt okay so everyone should just stop being scared right now because it was making her scared and her chest was hurting and her breathing was too quick and too light and her eyes were going funny and everything was fuzzy and her Mama was scared and Flickerkit was scared and she didn't know what to do and- The terrified kit passed out just as Ravenface reentered the den, dropping her mouse in shock as she watched her frail patient's eyes roll back in her head and her tiny body slump down into the nest. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU ALL DO?!" she roared, furious. Icy blue eyes were sharp with anger as she looked back and forth between Mistlekit and Starlingfur. "I told you not to scare her! I told you she was in a delicate condition and you both give her a panic attack WITHIN FIVE MINUTES?! She hasn't eaten or drank anything, you mousebrains! If she doesn't get nurishment soon, she will starve to death and DIE. Is that what you want? What if she doesn't wake up again, huh? She won't make it another 4 days! Now you both either pull yourselves together or Get. Out. -But above all you will STOP TERRIFYING MY PATIENTS! GOT IT?!"The enraged Medicine Cat stormed into the back of the den to grab and stick and some wet moss. She ripped open her mouse's stomach and shoved the moss in the prey's bladder, collecting the foul smelling bile. She shot a lethal glare to both cats. "If either one of you can't stay calm, get the hell out of my den. Now. Flickerkit needs peace, and calm, and comfort, not family and friends half-terrified out of their wits because she nearly died on them."Hawkkit was back now. Ravenface pinned him at the door with her sharp eyes and froze the tom on the spot. "And you-" she mewed, but her voice and face quickly softened, " are the only smart one in this lot. You did great. Your sister had a bit of a fright but I'm going to try to wake her up again now. You come curl up right next to her and be the amazing, happy brother I know you can be, okay Hawkkit?" The grey shecat nudged the tom over and into the nest beside Flickerkit and shot a pointed glare at both shecats. She wasn't kidding. If they pulled one more stunt like that she was throwing them out. She didn't care if Starling was her leader and Flickerkit's mother. She was going to kill her kit if she didn't pull it together and Ravenface had sunk too many hours into Flickerkit's survival to let it all be flushed down the stream because her leader couldn't control herself! She stuck the bile under the kit's nose and -thankfully- Flickerkit's eyes twitched and fluttered. Phew. Now they just had to make her eat and drink something before tweedledumb and tweedledumber made her pass out again. Hopefully Hawkkit would calm his sister down. She gave the kit credit- he was a natural at this and Flickerkit calmed when she saw him next to her, rather than dropping right back into her panic. She eyed the small tom curiously. You know. She had agreed to train an apprentice, hadn't she? Hmmmm. Something to muse over, but Raven shelved the idea for later. Right now she was focused on getting Flickerkit some water down her throat and food in her stomach. Once that was done, she could focus on other things.
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 22, 2015 5:34:28 GMT
S t a r l i n g f u r She was awake. She was alive. Oh Starclan, Starlingfur hadn't known what she would have done if Flickerkit hadn't... If she wouldn't have... She couldn't even have imagined it. No- she could have. And that... that was the worst part. She hadn't been vigilant enough. She had slept too early, and Mistlekit and Flickerkit had snuck out. And when they'd returned to camp, her daughter had been half dead. Half dead. Starlingfur knew the signs. She'd seen them, too many times for her own liking. More times than any mother should have ever had to. She'd seen them when Boltfang had brought back their daughter Dapplepaw, broken and bleeding to Duskclan's camp. She'd seen them when Fawnkit and Thrushpaw had come back limping after being wounded adventuring. She'd seen them in all of her kits. Even Ravenmist now, as she lay ill in Ravenface's den. A mother knew. A mother always knew. Starlingfur- in her youth, she had never thought she would have known. Starclan how she had never planned on being a mother. How she had never wanted to, until she was halfway through her expectancy of her first litter. And how she had never truly hoped for it- dreamed for it- until this litter.
Only to have the same fate befall her youngest.
Seeing her daughter's body convulsing in Ravenface's den- it had haunted her. It haunted her as much as seeing her lying there, unmoving. It haunted her as much as seeing the rest of her kits faces in the nursery. Nightmares returning- she would never be a good enough mother, she was never cut out for this. Never cut out for motherhood. Never cut out for leadership. Never cut out for anything beyong her life as a loner. Hadn't life sent her enough signs? And she had ignored every one. She continued to ignore every one. And now, both her eldest and her youngest lay in the Medicine Cat's den. A place as close to death's door as one could get. And Starlingfur was paranoid. Starlingfur was fearful. Starlingfur did not know what to think, and what was right and what was wrong.
She'd been trying so hard these past moons. Staying up later than need be, waking up before all the others. Teaching her kits what they needed to know- but she hadn't taught them enough. She hadn't trained her guards enough. Nothing that she had done was enough. And now, her daughter was paying the price. Since her return, she had stayed awake. Sleeping little. Spending as much time with her kits as she could when they were awake, visiting Flickerkit as often as possible. Talking with Shadowfrost more. Being more involved in patrols. And of course, asking Ravenface on Flickerkit's condition whenever she got the chance. She was tired. She was worn thin. But her Flickerkit was here now, with her beautiful blue eyes that were just beginning to turn the same color as her own, and her soft little face so much like her father's, and-
She was out again.
Fear shot through the she-cat's heart, and at the same moment Ravenface burst into the den. Starlingfur flinched backwards, and Mistlekit skittered away from Flickerkit at the same time. The queen's eyes lowered, half angrily and half guiltily as Cedarclan's medicine cat scolded the both of them. Get ahold of yourself, Starlingfur. she chided. She was... supposed to be the leader, here. She couldn't just... And with Flickerkit like this... She had... Sigh. Starlingfur had let her emotions get the better of her. Usually so careful and methodical, hearing such news had set the normally organized she-cat into a flurry of emotion. Another foolishness. Starlingfur shook her head as Ravenface made her way to the back of the den.
"W- We'll be real good. We promise!" Mistlekit whimpered, flattening herself down into the moss. Starlingfur looked to the off-white kit. She had to be just as scared. And Starlingfur.. was likely not helping to ease her emotions. When Starlingfur looked at the little she-cat, so terrified and tearful, all she could see was Thrushpaw. His big green eyes, so full of guilt and horror when he presented Fawnkit with her broken leg to Rookshadow and Granitestripe. His endless apologies to Rookshadow, all the while he had a torn shoulder of his own. His efforts towards her recuperation. Such a kind kit- such a good kit. And Mistlekit... Mistlekit was the same. Starlingfur sighed again.
"I'm back, and with the mossiest moss in the world~!" a voice sang from the den's entrance, jolting the two she-cats out of their melancholy. Starlingfur looked to her son, a smile softening her features. He... certainly did have the mossiest moss. That piece was... Very large. Had- had he gotten that from one of the dens? It looked like he would trip over it. But his eyes sparkled as he trotted in and towards his sister, and he positively glowed under Ravenface's praise. He batted his eyelashes in a way that was positively adorable- had Birchtail taught him that?
"Thanks Ravenface!" he purred, dropping his moss. His entire chest was soaked. And as soon as he sat down next to Flickerkit, she would no doubt be soaked too. Starclan, was he like his eldest brother. This entire scenario... Thrushwing, Thrushwing, Thrushwing. It was Thrushpaw helping Dapplepaw in the Medicine cat's den all over again. And Thrushpaw helping Fawnkit with her recovery. He... would have loved his younger siblings. Starlingfur knew it. Her eyes were warm, but bittersweet as she looked over her kits. She was calming now. "I'm so much more fun and happy than Shrikekit, aren't I? I'll make Flickerkit feel real real safe. Like she's in a moss tunnel." her son grinned, plopping right down next to his sister and nuzzling her. A little quirk of his muzzle and a mischievous look in his eyes said that Teasing Shrikekit isn't as fun when he's not here, but he looked to his mother for approval even so. Starlingfur shook her head and smiled.
Yes. This was about Flickerkit. They had to support her- they had to be calm. Starlingfur watched carefully as Ravenface woke her daughter, urging her pelt to lay flat. It was easier, now. And then, she waited for Flickerkit to wake.
"I brought you so much moss Flickerkit. Do you wanna go swimming?" her brother asked, pushing the bundle towards her with a playful grin when Flickerkit finally reopened her eyes. Starlingfur smiled reassuringly at her daughter. Mistlekit pressed close- but somewhat more gently- to her side. |
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Post by Shad on Oct 27, 2015 3:02:55 GMT
The little kit's eyes blinked open, her head fuzzy and her chest tight. Hawkkit was there, grinning. Her brother's joy was infectious as always and Flickerkit could not help grinning back at him, even if she could not pinpoint just why he was so happy. He just had something about him that made her smile. The little shekit licked her lips at the moss he offered. She set into it immediately, sucking out as much water as she could get. Ahhhhhh. That felt so good on her parched throat. Wonderful. Wonderful. A small purr of laughter trickled out of her. "Sorry, Hawkkit. I drank the swimming pool. Maybe next time," she teased. "All that water! I think I'm turning..." Flickerkit paused. She shook her head. That light feeling was so strange. And so out of breath already. Like she had been running and running and running in circles for hours. But she was just sitting here. A flutter of fear ghosted over her fur but it was impossible to be afraid with Hawkkit beaming right beside her. "I'm turning into a fish," she finished after a second, feeling strangely winded. A gutted mouse was plopped down next to her. She looked up to see Ravenface next to her, a teasing light in her scary blue eyes. "Well, do fish still eat mice?""Flicker fish do!" the shekit said hurriedly. "But they don't mind sharing with Hawks. So long as the hawks don't eat them!" Flickerkit teased, knowing the bird her brother was named for ate fish all the time. Flickerkit liked names. She liked finding out what all of them meant. She did not quite understand Ravenface's name though. She thought the 'face' might be because she was pretty, but the 'raven' bit was lost on her. She would have to ask the scary Medicine Cat sometime... later. Flickerkit devoured the mouse whole without stopping. By the time she was done her strength was flagging and her eyes drooping. Hawkkit had gotten Mistlekit to tell a story and Starlingfur had come over to curl up at Flickerkit's side. The stick-thin kit curled up against her mother's warm fur gratefully. She had started to become quite alarmed when she noticed her paws and tail were so thin -as if all her kitten fluff was gone! But how could that be?! What happened? How could she have lost all that in a morning?!- but then Hawkkit said something funny and Flickerkit forgot to be scared. The steady hum of Mistlekit's voice soothed the kit as she snuggled into her Mama's fur. "Mama?" she murmured quietly. "You'll be here when I wake up this time... won't you?" Flickerkit could not be sure of her mother's answer. She was already slipping away. Warm. Secure. Loved. How could anything be wrong with her family all around her .... Right? |
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Post by ♏aple♢ on Oct 28, 2015 23:32:44 GMT
Mistlekit - HAWKKIT - STARLINGFUR Under Ravenface's guidance and Starlingfur's watchful eye, the rest of their visit went on to be peaceful. No more outbursts, no more tears. All fretting that did find its way through the woodwork was minutd and controlled. Nobody wanted a repeat of what had happened. Hawkkit seemed to put Flickerkit at ease with his joking and games- acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Perhaps.. they should have all taken a lesson from him. Once brought back from her nervous state, Mistlekit brought smiles to the den's inhabitants through stories. She talked about cats who lived high in the mountains with wings like birds. Each and every one had a different kind of bird and a different sort of name. Starlingfur had wondered how she even came up with such things as she curled around her daughter, finding peace in the normality of it all. Once Flickerkit had fully recovered... They could put all of this behind them. These scenes would return every day.
Conversation, gentle teasing between siblings, and the warmth of friends made the time pass quickly. Far too quickly, if Hawkkit and Mistlekit's protests were to be believed. Starlingfur certainly didn't disagree. She wanted.. She wanted for Flickerkit to be back in the nursery again. She'd lost so much weight- at least she'd gotten to eat something. The gentle prod of her ribs against Starlingfur's pelt had worried the queen. Always Flickerkit had been the pudgiest of their daughters.. It was worrisome. Everything about this was worrisome- but Starlingfur had vowed not to worry. They were here for Flickerkit. It was vital to her recovery that they remain calm. And she would recover. Even if it took time. Starlingfur was certain.
But ah, those talks of the future would have to wait. The slowing of Flickerkit's breathing portrayed her need for sleep. She'd slept so much already- half amusedly, Starlingfur had thought to herself how perhaps she took after her mother in that way. But she knew it was from the exhaustion. Even eating- even drinking had taken so much out of the kit. She was so weak. So weak. But... It was better than she had been. And that alone.. Put Starlingfur at ease. It seemed to put Mistlekit at ease as well, given how much she had opened up since Flickerkit's awakening.
Starlingfur smiled gently, eyes softening. She licked the top of her daughter's head, wrapping her tail around her little body as she began to doze. She needed her rest. And Starlingfur would not stand in the way of that. If anything, she would encourage it. No matter how relieving it was to hear her daughter's voice once more. Her laugh. Her breathing, even just slightly more unburdened.
"Of course I will be, my dear.... I promise."
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