Small, but an injury nonetheless -Open-

[Sheeppaw]

[white]The tiny, clumsy kitten sprawled into the medicine cats' den, lacking the supervision of an older feline. It was pure instinct that had driven her to the commonly mentioned medicine cats, Waspwing and Fernpelt. With her soft, small ears flapping against the wind, the sprawling she-kitten was greeted by a blast of warm air from the den, which would have almost whipped her fur back had it been long enough. It was surprisingly chilly for the time of year; Green leaf must be coming late.
Sheepkit's short tail streamed behind her, and she pawed anything unfamiliar, even ate it. She gulped down a tiny bit of herb out of pure curiosity, then wondered where her mother was. Of course, having so many kittens would have probably blunted Littlepool's maternal instinct. She wouldn't have time for all of them, and since the first few hours of her birth Sheepkit hadn't seen much of her. For the first time she had experienced hurt; there was a small fire in her tail. If she was older she might have known that it was a thorn, painfully implanted in that small black thread of hers. Once again pawing and swallowing unfamiliar herbage, her floppy ears barely detected the rythmic sound of approaching footsteps.

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[Waspwing]

Waspwing hissed at the kit and kept himself from swatting at her. "Mouse-brain, don't you know not to eat my herbs!?" He hissed again, lashing his tabby tail from side to side. This was the second time in less than a quarter moon that a kit had eaten some of his herbs. At least this time the kit hadn't swallowed a Deathberry.

"Honestly, it's like kits want to eat something poisonous." He muttered, nudging the kit away with his scarred leg. He couldn't blame her, or any of the other kits. Most of his herbs smelled rather sweet, or smelled strong enough for curiosity to take over. He himself had nibbled on an herb or two as a kit. But as he grew he knew better, and now that he practically ran this den it was his job to teach the other cats not to eat his herbs, as well. Especially when they didn't exactly grow on trees..Well..Most of them anyway.

[Sheeppaw]

[white]The sudden, harsh hiss triggered a wince, and Sheepkit looked up. Her eyes had been open for a few days, but her vision was still terribly blurry, and she had never seen Waspwing before. Was she being scolded for eating the sweet vegetation? It had tasted wonderful, and she had to resist munching on some more. She had, however, learned her lesson, and there would be many more to come. The stinging pain in her tail surged back, and her curiosity melted away. "My tail!" Sheepkit mewled, and once again cried for her mother, Littlepool, in a squeaky mew.

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[Waspwing]

Waspwing narrowed his eyes. Of course the kit had to be hurt, and of course this meant he had to stop being so crabby. He let out a small sigh as he hobbled over to take a peek at what was causing her to cry out in pain about her tail. This kit was young, probably not even a moon old yet. The fact that nobody was with her slightly worried him. Kits nowadays seemed to have less and less protection from their mothers.

"Alright, little one.." He mumbled, trying to find anything that could be causing her pain. "Tell me where it hurts." He mewed warmly, pawing at the tip of her tail as a test. There was no obvious blood drip, or any said of blood-soaked fur. Whatever this was couldn't be that bad.

[Sheeppaw]

[white]Sheepkit's cries of pain and for Littlepool ceased. Her small flopped ears made look like a tiny dog, until they pricked up. Snuffling, she nudged the fire on her tail with her small pink nose. The small thorn had stuck in the middle. "I don't like the hurt" the kitten squeaked, and snuffled again.

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