It's unseasonably warm this afternoon, which isn't all that warm really, but a welcome change from the biting cold just a few sunrises earlier. Maybe that's why Cherryblossom finally returns to camp with something in her mouth other than the stinking blood of predators. A large clump of pine needles, auburn and soft in death—and tangled together in a lovely, easy-to-carry way—bristles in her jaws.
The sap leaves a ghostlike sweetness in her mouth when she settles her payload in front of the hazel bush. Faint memories spring to mind unbidden, of kneading at Orangeblossom's white belly as a kit, the taste of her tail fur beneath sharp kitten fangs during her many assaults on it. Cherrykit had never been away from her mother for long, even with her duties as then-deputy constantly tearing her from the nursery. She's never been sick at all. Even when yellowcough had stormed their doors and claimed her closest friend, she'd remained stubbornly unaffected.
Her niblings seem to not have inherited whatever it was that she had. She couldn't exactly blame Morningkit's illness on anyone but her sister and her fool flock, but Pearlkit had recently come down hacking and wheezing in an unbecoming manner of a kitten too. Cherryblossom likes to think she's a model SkyClanner when it comes to tolerating foreign blood, at least when compared to their neighbors, but the influx of kittens who have been who-knows-where and come barely knowing how to clean the undersides of their own tails is a problem when it comes to them sleeping besides her fragile, dignified kin.
The idea of throwing all the lonerborn kits into a hole with a nest in it and having Butterflytuft stop by once a day until they become apprentices is becoming more and more attractive as more of them get sick. Unfortunately, SkyClan accepts its strength from anywhere, which means Cherryblossom must accept their presence for the potential they have.
"I brought some extra pine needles," she announces, poking her head into the stuffy confines of the medicine cat den. "Let me know if you need help, like, weaving them into the nests. There's sap on some of them; I didn't bother sorting it out."
ooc: rolled a 10; earned 1 point! please wait for @Fawnkit~
The sap leaves a ghostlike sweetness in her mouth when she settles her payload in front of the hazel bush. Faint memories spring to mind unbidden, of kneading at Orangeblossom's white belly as a kit, the taste of her tail fur beneath sharp kitten fangs during her many assaults on it. Cherrykit had never been away from her mother for long, even with her duties as then-deputy constantly tearing her from the nursery. She's never been sick at all. Even when yellowcough had stormed their doors and claimed her closest friend, she'd remained stubbornly unaffected.
Her niblings seem to not have inherited whatever it was that she had. She couldn't exactly blame Morningkit's illness on anyone but her sister and her fool flock, but Pearlkit had recently come down hacking and wheezing in an unbecoming manner of a kitten too. Cherryblossom likes to think she's a model SkyClanner when it comes to tolerating foreign blood, at least when compared to their neighbors, but the influx of kittens who have been who-knows-where and come barely knowing how to clean the undersides of their own tails is a problem when it comes to them sleeping besides her fragile, dignified kin.
The idea of throwing all the lonerborn kits into a hole with a nest in it and having Butterflytuft stop by once a day until they become apprentices is becoming more and more attractive as more of them get sick. Unfortunately, SkyClan accepts its strength from anywhere, which means Cherryblossom must accept their presence for the potential they have.
"I brought some extra pine needles," she announces, poking her head into the stuffy confines of the medicine cat den. "Let me know if you need help, like, weaving them into the nests. There's sap on some of them; I didn't bother sorting it out."
ooc: rolled a 10; earned 1 point! please wait for @Fawnkit~
