Fever

[Gentlekit]

Gentlekit didn't feel good. She felt warm and cold at the same time. She had heard cats talk about a fever and she thought she had one. Her green eyes were heavy as she walked into the strange-smelling den. She looked around for the Medicine Cat.

"Waspwing? Sir?"she called in a whisper.

[Waspwing]

(Did I hurt you in some way? ;~:)

Waspwing glanced at the kit. No, not nnoowwww. He was already low on herbs, and had to deal with Beechstar and Harrowingpride. Now a kit? Fan-freaking-tastic. He put on his best sympathetic look and walked over to the tiny kit, licking her forehead. "So what's the matter, little one?" He cooed, wrapping his tail around her for a protective feeling.

As much as he hated to treat kits, he always tried to make them feel comfortable in his den. They were more sensitive to sickness, and usually had a greater fear of it when the first few symptoms of a cold every arrived.

[Gentlekit]

(No, she's just all...respectful and gentle, let's say..)

Gentlekit looked up at the Medicine Cat. "I feel hot."she said. She began to relax. This cat wasn't mean. He was nice. She looked at him wide-eyed. "And cold. And I keep shaking."she said. She wondered if he knew her name. "My name is Gentlekit."she said, quietly and weakly.

[Waspwing]

"Alright, you've got a fever by the sound of it. I'll give you some herbs to help you feel better, alright?" Feverfew, he needed some feverfew. Had he given it all to Beechstar? No. There, a few leaves. Just enough for the little kit.