Echosong snapped at the white rogue, although the mention of kittens had her kicking the crazy cat away to stand up, ears perked. "All you had to do was ask." The tabby hissed. "Take me to these kittens." Minkclaw Winter is coming. 04:54, September 28, 2018 (UTC)

He looked at her and examined her facial features. He almost missed her hesitation, and would have had he not. He decided to make an educated guess on the fact that she hadn’t completely answered his question. Seemed his litter mate had a new tom crush, but he wouldn’t pressure her and would just keep this revelation to himself. When her ears perked, he’d begun to question what she was looking at until Brookekit followed her gaze to that of his litter mates. Only..Mama wasn’t with them, and they smelled like fear. With that little fact, Brookekit pinned his ears down and sidled up to Skykit, now worried and alert. “Eveningpaw..? Where’s Mama?” He questioned the apprentice with a slight tone of fear.MaliciousOblivion ~dies~ 12:19, September 28, 2018 (UTC)

Thornpad looked back at Willowspirit curiously. "If I'm allowed to ask... what condition do you have?" he asked. "Your breathing, I mean." —PatchfeatherAre youon thesquare? 01:27, September 29, 2018 (UTC)

Something was wrong, Skykit could sense it in her bones when she saw her littermates. Fur prickling, those azures widened and pupils dilated as she scanned the area, anxiety gripping at her heart. Where was Echosong? Mother of Ferrets 01:31, September 29, 2018 (UTC)

Eveningpaw glanced down at the young kittens. "Everything's fine. Echosong just went for a walk, that's all." She didn't sound so sure this time. Echosong decided to make her re-appearance, walking into the camp. She was exhausted and very sore. She blinked her golden eyes before she moved towards the nursert where she saw her kittens huddled. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 01:34, September 29, 2018 (UTC)

Willowspirit's ears flattened for a second. "I'm... not really sure," she mewed. "It's probably some form of asthma." She paused. "It wasn't always like this. I picked it up as an apprentice in an incident..." She then broke off. "I don't like talking about it. My sister died." --forever and always 01:36, September 29, 2018 (UTC)

Thornpad blinked, sympathy in his blue eyes. He patted Willowspirit gently with his tail. "You don't need to talk about it if you wish not to." He tipped his head to the sky thoughtfully. "It may not cure you, but I know an herb that could help ease your breathing. Juniper berries are very helpful with that. I was thinking we could gather some for you." He wished he could cure her, but he didn't think that was possible, but if he could help her, he would do everything he could for her. It must be so frustrating. —PatchfeatherAre youon thesquare? 01:40, September 29, 2018 (UTC)

"Okay," Willowspirit mewed, the tension in her body easing. "I don't think anything will cure it, but I know I certainly haven't tried juniper berries. Let's go gather those then, and I can try one the next time I lose my breath." --forever and always 01:44, September 29, 2018 (UTC)

It was deathly silent in the Medicine Cat den, with the sightless medicine cat's back towards her son, and a cool breeze ruffling her pelt. She sat at the entrance of her den, as if expecting someone. Murkykit rested in his nest, peering up at his mother curiously, her silence eerie to him. "Momma?" The black smoke kitten asked quietly, tucking his paws beneath his broad chest. "...Why was I so unwanted?"Thieving Ferret 14:35, September 29, 2018 (UTC)

"Momma! Momma!" Skykit hurriedly bounded toward her adopted mother, puffed up as she skidded to a halt and nudged her face into the warm familiar scent of Echosong. Too joyous in her reunion with her mother, the kit didn't even noticed the bleeding wounds littering her coat, or the strange scents clinging to her pelt. "I missed you Momma! Don't ever go on a walk again! Promise?"

Mossfeather hurriedly padded to the leader's den, her gaze shifty as she tried to find the leader. It was difficult to pin the tom down, but she was determined to win Swampstar, even if she had to chase him for his affections. He would be a worthy mate for her, the only one worthy enough to give her kits. "Swampstar? Are you there?" Mossfeather called gently into the den, not daring to enter without permission. Though she may be slightly lose of moral and have a heart bigger than the clan that always seeking more adoration and love, she was raised proper. Mother of Ferrets 08:38, September 30, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong gave a slight life. "That a something I can't promise." The tabby queen said. She too needed her own destressing way and she supposed helping that rather crazy rogue would help. She shook out her pelt before ushering them forth to the nursery. "Come, darkness is coming and I'd prefer not to see any of you carried away by hawks." Minkclaw Winter is coming. 08:50, September 30, 2018 (UTC)

Skykit's worry heightened as Echosong confessed she could not promise what she had requested. Pinning her ears, lost in thought momentarily, the kit nodded before slowly padding after the queen. The moon had almost risen completely above the horizon, and after the events of today she was growing drowzy. Mother of Ferrets 08:56, September 30, 2018 (UTC)

Echosong stepped into her nest, laying down before allowing room for the kittens. She wondered if Wolfflame ever felt regret for what he'd done to her. Was he the one that had attacked Foggysky and leaving her with Murkykit? Minkclaw Winter is coming. 09:02, September 30, 2018 (UTC)

They were only a moon old, and the leader was already focused on picking out the perfect mentors. Foggysky had warned Swampstar about her dreams and her duty to try to raise Murkykit perfectly in the eyes of StarClan, to save him from this relentless darkness they'd seen. The pair communicated frequently about issues and omens, and made quite a good medicine cat-leader combo. However, he just couldn't pick the perfect mentor for her spiked kitten. They needed to be stern with him, yet great at offering guidance towards the light. Swampstar shook his head slowly out of frustration before responding to Mossfeather briskly, "enter."Thieving Ferret 14:57, September 30, 2018 (UTC)

Thornpad nodded, starting up a brisk trot that was still terrible slow. Cats often told him he moved in slow motion. He was nicknamed slug by his friends. He didn't mind the jabs though. He quickly found a clump of juniper, stopping at the bush, he began searching for berries.

Whitetoe was on her way back from camp, a mouse in her jaws. She wished she could be closer to Swampstar. She felt like she had ruined their friendship when she confessed her love to him and stepped down from being his deputy. —PatchfeatherAre youon thesquare? 16:26, September 30, 2018 (UTC)

Willowspirit curiously watched Thornpad search through the juniper bush. "What do the berries look like?" she asked. If she was going to use these, perhaps to help her... it would probably be a wise idea to see what they looked like. --forever and always 21:38, September 30, 2018 (UTC)

Purring happily, the kit nuzzled into her mother's stomach, curling up as she felt her litter mates all huddle into the nest.

Mossfeather easily padded into the den, her movement long and easy, bowing her head in respect before her eyes crept toward Swampstar. "Swampstar, you seem stressed." She commented on his frustrated expression, those mossy green orbs flicking over his face. "Is everything alright?" She questioned, worried about the well-being of their great leader. Flicking her tail once before sitting down with an airy grace surrounding her, the warrior politely awaited for his reponse, offering an ear and a shoulder if need be. Mother of Ferrets 23:44, September 30, 2018 (UTC)

The lynx tabby gave a small shake of his head. "Private matters that I cannot disclose as leader of StormClan. I can't go spoiling future mentors of apprentices, that'd be no fun." Too bad his troubles were much more severe than a simply matter of finding mentors. The future of StormClan may rest on his shoulders, and he could only hope that he picked the perfect cat. I guess the best thing I can do is ask Foggysky. Swampstar decided at last. "What can I do for you? Something you need?"Thieving Ferret 01:39, October 1, 2018 (UTC)

Flyshade slipped from camp, her golden eyes on the ground as she trudged her away across the territory. She was on her way to see Sunshadow. The smoke tabby blinked her golden orbs towards the sky; the sun was setting now. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 14:18, October 1, 2018 (UTC)

Sunshadow was uncertain about trekking on StormClan land, ever since the death of his older brother by the claws of an unidentified warrior. Rainstorm wouldn't spill anything else, she was in too much shock from the terrorizing scene that would be forever imprinted on the back of her mind. He aimlessly wondered forward, unusually silent as he thought of family drama.Thieving Ferret 00:48, October 5, 2018 (UTC)

The smoke tabby blinked her golden eyes before she finally spotted him. "Sunshadow." The warrior spoke, her voice was soft and understanding. She knew his brother had been found dead in StormClan territory but didn't know why the warrior had been there. Minkclaw Winter is coming. 11:32, October 5, 2018 (UTC)

Thornpad shuffled through the leaves until he uncovered a cluster of dark blue berries. He bit off a few and carefully set them in front of Willowspirit. "These are juniper berries. Sometimes they can be darker, others they can be lighter." He blinked thoughtfully. "You can try some now if you like. If they help, we can gather whole bunches." —PatchfeatherAre youon thesquare? 14:40, October 11, 2018 (UTC)