Cold..?

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You could probably hear what she was coming down with. She coughed a fit.. A rough, not so pleasant noise came through her throat. The kit sort of nervously came in the den. One paw step at a time. For she sort of new if anyone would be coming down with an illness, they must come here. Well thanks to the visit by Waspwing it was gladly needed. He didn't say anything bad about the den but what if he was bluffing? Was this why Flowerkit was so shaken to come.. Her nose wrinkled a bit in dismay.. What if they saw she can't come in? Could she try?
The reason why she had to come because she felt chills running through her and a cough was developing fast.
Think.. think.. the names were..?
She poked her head in the den.
"F-fernpelt, Waspwing..?" Flowerkit managed to say.

[Waspwing]

Waspwing rose from his next, eyes spitting fire in rage. "WHO DARE WAKE ME FROM MY NAME!?!?!?" He screamed, glaring at Flowerkit. He unsheathed his claws, covered in poison, and pounced at her, slashing her face. He watched as her body fell, twitching, as she slowly died. "Let this be an example as to why to never wake me." He growled, going back to sleep.

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Waspwing opened one eye, glancing at the small kit that had entered the den. If it were a warrior, or even an apprentice, he'd let Fernpelt handle her. But this was a kit, a sick kit. He slowly rose to his paws, shaking dust and moss scraps from his pelt.

"Don't even bother with the symptoms, I can already tell you have a cold." He grumbled, voice still cracking from his sleepiness. He grabbed a fresh oak leaf and dipped it in honey. He padded over to the little warrior and placed the leaf in front of her. "Have some of that honey, it'll help ease your throat." He said curtly.