Anyone sick?

[Fernpelt]

It was late, very late. The stars shone down on the peaceful camp, so many warriors were off fighting. Only kits, elders, and queens were left behind. The quiet night sounds filled the air. A chill breeze fluttered through Fernpelt's fur, and she stretched out, enjoying the feeling of it. It tickled her ears, and she suddenly had an impulse to roll in something crackly, to ease this jumpiness in her.

It was almost leafbare, and the young medicine cat knew that there would be sicknesses. It was best to nip them in the bud, so while the camp was quiet and all the kits were in the nursery she was going to examine them. Not the cold, fierce examining enemies give each other, though it could be related to that, but a much kinder one.

The feisty torbie padded into the nursery, almost inaudible for her soft steps. The brambles entwined above her head let only a little of the stars' and moon's light in, causing a criss-crossed shadow pattern on the ground.

"Kits?" she whispered.

[Sleekpaw]

Sleekkit was hidden next to his mother Oakspirit. He opened one eye when he heard Fernpelt walked in. He had keen hearing, and a light sleeper. He rose his head looking out towards the exit of the den. He saw an outline of a cat; but which Clan cat? Sleekkit Strained his eyes making the outline of cat. He stared longer unseen by his Mothers postitioning. He made out the features, they match up to only One cat, Fernpelt.

Sleekkit cocked his head wondering why she was here. He silently rose to his paws, crouch down low. Unheard he stalked up to Fernpelt still not seen by her because of the shadows that overlaped him. Sleekkit was so very close to her. He stopped crouching and padded up to her normally. "Is there something you need?' The kit mewed.

[Fernpelt]

Fernpelt was overwhelmed by the smell of kit and mother's milk. It was extremely difficult to single out the smells and categorize which had traces of sickness in them. As Ferneplt was making the best use of her scenting skills, a kit padded up to her. "Is there something you need?" he mewed. Fernpelt bristled for a moment, the words the kit chose made her feel as if she was an intruding clan cat. Fernpelt caught herslef and smoothed her fur. It was only her imagination. The camp that had seemed so inviting suddenly seemd eerie with no warriors about.

"I'm only checking for sicknesses," Fernpelt finally said, sniffing the kit. He smelled of a slight infection, but where? All of her senses were sharp to the extreme, but even her senses were muddled in this haven to scents. She rarely came to the nursery, her nose and ears were untrained to this environment.

[Sleekpaw]

Sleekkit looked at the medicine cat. He looked around the Nursery, he didn't think anyone was sick. His Tail twitches as she sniffed him. He felt like he was being checked if he was Clean or not, he disliked it, a lot.

Sleekkit could tell something was upsetting Fernpelt. "Is something wrong?" Sleekkit asked his voice filled with concern. This she-cat was sending of different ways of worry it seemed.

[Fernpelt]

Fernpelt immediately tried to defend herself, about to protest that nothing was wrong, she was perfectly fine. To leave her alone. Fernpelt shook it off, physically as well as mentally. Her deep feelings were left alone once more.

"You may have an infection. Have you stepped on anything sharp lately? had a sniffle? Played too roughly?" Fernpelt questioned, all the while calculating where a kit might've gone to pick up a lung infection. This calculating manner was only to keep her mind off of other things, however.

[Swiftkit]

*Swiftkit was lying down in her nest.She lifted her head up from her paws to see Fernpelt and Sleekkit.*
Why hello there fernpelt and Sleekkit.
*She walked over to Fernpelt.She sat down and wrapped her tail around her paws.She looked up at fernpelt*
How are you,Fernpelt?
*She mewed nicely*

[Fernpelt]

Fernpelt almost backed a step away. Since when were kits calm and polite? Where were the rambunctious, playful ones of old? She had planned of checking them while they sleeped, to only rouse a few. Apparently she had roused them with her simple whisper.

"Fine," she mewed distractedly, giving Swiftkit a quick sniff.

[Swiftkit]

*Swiftkit tilted her head*
What are you doing here?
*She asked concerned.Swiftkit was one of the calm types.She did love to play but she was more focused on Treeclan and what warriors did during the day.She loved to listen to the warriors tell her about their adeventures*

[Fernpelt]

"I'm checking for sick kits," Fernpelt quickly mewed before she could feel offended. "What are you doing here?" echoed in her ears, an older, malicious sounding echo.

[Sleekpaw]

He shook his head. "No; I haven't'' he mewed.

[Swiftkit]

*Swiftkit's tail drooped*
I'm sorry,Fernpelt did I make you upset?
*She asked*

[Fernpelt]

Fernpelt just gave an abrupt shake of her head, sniffing them both once more. "Sleekkit, I think you have an infection. You have no open wounds? Haven't been playing too long by the river?" she asked again, worried. Swiftkit smelled fine, no sickness.

[Swiftkit]

*Swiftkit began to get worried*
Will Sleekkit be okay?
*She asked*

[Sleekpaw]

"I've done nothing."He mewed confuse himself.

[Fernpelt]

Her whiskers twitched slightly in an amused manner. "Of course, I just need to find the source of infection." Another cool breeze ruffled her fur, only this time it gave her chills down her spine. "Sleekkit, there is no pains?"