The Healing Process [Open]

[Twix]

Duskpaw was sitting beside a little blue and white kit. "You need to eat this," she murmured, her own voice sounding weak and frail. "Otherwise you'll never get better." The black and ginger she-cat pushed the green herb closer to the little tom. Rainkit grumbled his disagreement, but eventually chewed up the leaf and swallowed it. His face twisted as the bitter taste covered his tongue, and he batted his paws angrily at the larger she-cat. "Can I go and play now?" the little tom whined. Reluctantly the she-cat nodded, and Rainkit bounded off into the clearing to find someone to play with him.

Duskpaw watched him go. She felt proud every day to see him get better and better as he fought off the sickness. No one would ever think he was the same sickly kit she had saved from his mentally ill mother. It still hurt her heart to think about Vixenmist, the sweet queen who had fallen so ill and desperate that she tried to mercy kill her own litter. Only Rainkit and Cloverkit had survived. Cloverkit was never sick, and Duskpaw had stepped in quickly enough to stop her from ending Rainkit's life. Now he was just as happy as any other kit in the clan, and his sickness was getting better everyday.

but her, on the other hand.. wasn't. She was giving her share of herbs to him, instead, and all the time she spent around the kit had caused her to catch greencough as well. She would take some of the herbs for herself, but it seemed it wasn't enough. Suddenly a cough wracked the apprentice's body, cutting her thoughts short as she fought for each breath. It felt like there just wasn't enough oxygen in the air to fill her lungs, but eventually she got her breath back. Her yellow-green eyes gleamed as she spotted Rainkit darting off towards the warriors den, looking for someone to bother, no doubt. While Duskpaw tucked her legs underneath her outside of the medicine cats den and kept an eye on the little tom. She had basically taken him in as if she was his mother, and no one seemed to doubt the love she had for him.


[Tagging a few people who might want to jump into this: Wolf ℓυиαя Deku This is the first thread of many for Rainkit, who's whole life will be in open threads, all except for the one before this one, about his mother and Duskpaw saving him. He's apart of Mid's roleplay experiment~]

[Deku]

OOC: You know, it isn't considered an open thread if you tag people. Even if it is for a few that may want to join.

Cloverkit sat in a corner of the camp, watching silently as Duskpaw gave her sick littermate herbs. The large she-kit stayed silent until after Rainkit had left. She took a step towards the apprentice who had adopted her littermate just as she fought for air. "You're sick." She mewed bluntly while staring with her brilliant blue eyes. To be honest, she didn't know why Duskpaw was helping her brother. He should have already been dead. She had been too young to remember her mother trying to kill her littermates, but she had visited the elders enough to hear the gossip. The larger kit knew she was her mother's favorite, for she had been the only one Vixenmist hadn't tried to kill.

Her white fur bristled slightly as she shivered from the cold leafbare air. She was proud of the fact that she hadn't gotten sick yet. Not once had a cough racked her body with so much force she couldn't breathe. Not once had she been so exhausted she could barely stand. No, she was probably the healthiest kit in the clan. 'Good genetics I suppose.' She grinned smugly at the thought. She couldn't remember her other siblings, but she believed that if they were unable to live on their own they shouldn't live at all. Maybe that sounded cruel, but in her small mind it was just logic.

OOC: O.o my first time RPing her and she's already acting like a brat.

[Twix]

Duskpaw didn't turn to face the kit who had approached her, but she responded nonetheless. "Yes, I am," she mewed bluntly. She wasn't a fan of Cloverkit's, the kit was harsh just like her mother was. but she put aside her feeling for the sake of Rainkit. "So why don't you let me and rest and go play with Rainkit instead?" She could already see the white and blue tom chasing after a white tail-tip. It took a moment to pin a name to the warrior that Rainkit was now bothering. Badgerfrost, I think? The black and white warrior amused the little kit for a few moments before he finally shewed him away, and headed out of camp. The little tom looked dejected, but the feeling didn't last long. Instead he caught sight of a piece of moss laying in the clearing. He darted for it, hopping and wriggling the whole way as if he were a rabbit, before pouncing on it. He flung the moss ball into the air and batted at it, as happy as can be.

[Oh, sorry. I didn't know.]

[Lionhearted]

The black she-cat was annoyed. She had large chunks of snow stuck in her legs, and they looked horrible, standing out against her black fur. Her jaw was full with a bundle of herbs Nightpoppy had given her so generously, but she wasn't even sick, so that didn't make sense at all. Ravenpaw's eyes roved over the Clan, looking for any signs of coughing, gagging, or choking. Someone had to need them more than she did. It would be a waste not to give them to a sickly cat. Maybe a kit, or even an apprentice. Or a warrior.

"Yes, I am. So why don't you let me rest and go play with Rainkit instead?" came a familiar voice. Ravenpaw turned.

Duskpaw! Of course. She's ill right now. I'll just give these to her. Walking over and shaking off snow (accidentally spraying many passing warriors), Ravenpaw spotted her comrade. "'ey D-awsk'paw," she said through a mouthful of herbs. Spitting them out in front of Duskpaw, she smiled. "You're ill, aren't you? Do you want these herbs Nightpoppy gave me? I've no need for them. So I think you need them more than I do, and er... here they are, I guess, hehe."

[Rogue]

Fleetkit tumbled out of the nursery, his jet-black pelt gleaming in the weak sunlight. He looked around the clearing, desperately wanting someone to play with. His littermates were already playing a game that apperantly didn't include him, and he felt loneliness gnaw at him. He pricked his ears when he spotted the blue and white pelt of Rainkit, and he went bouncing through the thick snow toward him, struggling to lift his little legs far enough above the snow level.

"Hi Rainkit!" Fleetkit squeaked once he had reached the other kit, who was batting around a ball of moss. "Can I play with you?" He sat down and gazed at Rainkit with hopeful eyes, his white paws sinking into the snow.

[Deku]

Clovekit made a face when Duskpaw mentioned playing with her brother. She didn't want to play with that sickly runt. She should go find her own friends from the nursery. Oh wait... She didn't have any. No one seemed to want to play with her. Rainkit usually wanted to, but she rejected him most of the time. Being her mother's favorite, she didn't want to ruin her mother's opinion of her by playing with her brother that was being taken care of by an apprentice.

Cloverkit saw another apprentice coming over with herbs and Cloverkit turned and padded away with her tail in the air. She would find someone to play with whether it be the apprentices or warriors. Maybe she would visit her mother again in the nursery.

[Twix]

Duskpaw didn't even watch Cloverkit leave. Instead her gaze was on Ravenpaw, and the large bundle of herbs in her jaws. Yellow-green eyes lit up and she gave a raspy purr, "Yes, thank you. I'd love some." She reached out and pawed a few leaves towards her, enough to heal both her sickness and Rainkit's. Even though he seemed as if most of his sickness has passed, she didn't want to take the chance. By the time she had taken all that she needed, there were still herbs sitting at Ravenpaw's paws. "Give those to whoever else needs them." Afterwards she began chewing one of the bitter herbs, and her gaze scanned the clearing for Rainkit's blue and white pelt. She gave a small smile when she caught site of him and another kit chatting.

Rainkit looked up from his ball of moss to see Flintkit running towards him. He had skidded through the snow and had white bunches of it sticking to his black pelt. He had been playing in the part of the clearing where the snow was thinnest, and only had some stuck to his already-white paws. Looking at Flintkit with snow in his pelt almost made him look like a completely different cat, and Rainkit gave an amused purr. "Sure, you can play with me!" The tom bounced excitedly, happy to have a playmate, and hit the moss ball over to him with one easy swipe of his paws.

[Honey]

From the Warrior's Den emerged a lithe looking cat with long-legs and snake like tail. Her blue eyes narrowed to the sunlight as it bounced off the white snow. Earlier she had caught a mouse, amazingly enough...even though it was scrawny she was proud. Her brown and stripped legs almost didn't move as she crossed the clearing to the bustling cats. It was wet, cold and quite frankly that wasn't her favorite! Still, Willowleaf was alive and well in WhisperClan and that's what mattered to her. 
Picking her way through the least amount of slush the kind warrior closed her eyes and ducked back as Ravenpaw shook her black pelt out. Snow hit her lightly which caused a small laugh. 
"Ravenpaw! If you thought I needed a bath you could have just said." Her voice was light, carefree. Her song like laugh carried around her to show she wasn't mad. Infact, she was quite thrilled to be around lively cats. Watching the kits play, her heart ached a little. She wanted to be a mother something terrible. The lack of confidence she had made it difficult to take risks which lead to not really talking with toms past casual conversation. Aside from that she enjoyed being around the Medicine Cat's Den - which also kept her from toms. 
Licking the snow from her creamy pelt, Willowleaf looked to Duskpaw. "How are you feeling, Duskpaw? Do you need anything?" If she could assist the medicine apprentice in anyway that would help her feel more like less of a useless bunch of fur to her Clan. Her lack of abilities to fight well (offensively) and hunt made her not the best. Trying not to feel guilty she pushed the thoughts away and kept smiling. Despite it all life was still good.