Can I help?

[Echoflight]

Echokit padded uncertainly into the medicine cat's den. She breathed in the tangy scent of herbs and wrinkled her nose. A bit strong, not for her, but better than crowfood. She had caught a whiff of some when an apprentice had accidentally brought some back. She pawed absent-mindedly at her nose at the memory.
"Hello?" she called. Without giving anyone a chance to answer, she plowed on. "I'm Echokit. You probably don't know that, but that's okay. I'm not hurt, but none of the other kits will play with me and I want to prove that I'm useful to FireClan because I am but no one will listen. Is there anything I can do to help?"

[Forestbreak]

(In the future, please PM me if you want to make a thread in this den where you're not injured. I'll allow it this time.)

Forestbreak stood up, feeling nauseous. Her stomach felt heavy and strange, and her mind was full of sneaking suspicions. She settled down on the ground in front of the kit, shifting her feet in front of her chest uncomfortably to try to hide her chub. "Er, hello."

She listened to the kit babble. "Er, no, I think we're fine here. There isn't much work for kits to do, I'm sorry," she murmured. "I'm sure you're useful, though," the medicine cat added, looking down at the kit and smiling. "But cleaning up old herbs won't exactly help your case."

[Echoflight]

(I'm really sorry, i keep getting in trouble! Eek!)
"Oh, okay. Bye." She padded awkwardly out of the medicine cat's den, pelt flushed. She glanced up and saw the elder's den. Hmm...