From A Storm Comes Blood (moon 5)
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“I’m boooooored,” Flintkit complained. He was running circles around his sister, though his face showed a blank expression. He was trying to feel energetic, or excited, anything but the worry that pulled at his muscles and made him want to curl up in his nest and not get up. He missed his fathers.
“Do you think Dovewave or Minnowfur is better yet?” Gladekit asked, batting at pebbles, trying to hit her brother’s moving feet–not that he noticed.
Dovewave was still sick with heat exhaustion, but Minnowfur had caught whitecough. The only able medicine cat was Ferncurl, who had to work with a sprain, and Tuftedpaw, who only had just over one moon experience.
Too, the leader and deputy were recovering from a broken bone each after a fox had knocked them off of the lower edge of the gorge.
Flintkit slowed. The small rock skimmed just past his toes. “You got better,” he pointed out. But he looked doubtful.
Gladekit sat down heavily. Movement made her look up.
Emberpaw, an apprentice one moon older than Tuftedpaw, approached with two minnows and a trout dangling from his jaws. “Hey, you two!” he greeted. “Minnowfur wanted me to make sure you’ve eaten. Would you like me to join?”
“Sure,” Gladekit shrugged, disinterested.
Emberpaw dropped one of the minnows in her paws and plopped down beside her. “What’s wrong?”
Gladekit was watching the breeze sweep at the blades of grass. “Does StarClan cure sickness?” she asked.
Emberpaw blinked at her. Then he looked at the sky, where the warriors of StarClan were just starting to appear, though it was still relatively light out. “The stars seem so distant,” he noted. Gladekit and Flintkit followed his gaze. The stars did seem rather small….so far away. He went on. “Yet I feel like our ancestors are right here, watching over us.” He was silent for a long moment, then he blinked at Gladekit. It seemed he had forgotten her question, and was now humming with his own. “Do you ever wonder, Gladekit, about our purpose in this vast Clan?”
Gladekit tilted her head.
Emberpaw smiled awkwardly. “Ah, you’re too young to be thinking about such things.” He rose to his paws, trout barely touched. “I’ll take this to the elders.” Then he padded away, leaving Flintkit and Gladekit to watch him leave in confusion.
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The siblings can't visit there fathers because they're both in the medicine den and Minnowfur doesn't want to risk infecting them.
PROMPTS:
--Gladekit is batting pebbles.
--Flintkit is running around camp.
--Emberpaw has his StarClan speech.
--Dovewave is still sick with greencough. Every sickness mentioned is because it is happening in-game.
