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    Puddle was recovering! this was great!


    "Puddle?" Scarletkit asked softly.


    "i-im fine..." puddle attempted to answer.

    Whisperpelt brightened. "How are you feeling"? She asked, then put the moss close to her mouth, in case he was thirsty.

    She nodded. "You will get through this". She said, not only convincing the kit.

    (OOC: Have to go, bye!

    Out.)

    Warriorclaw was releved to hear Puddle speak,"Starclan help this kit get through this. " he prayed scilently

    Wispkit watched the blood, it was a common thing for her now, she couldnt stop it, she was useless to the clan and always will be, they wouldnt care if she was wisped away, gone forever, maybe i should just run away, it would make their life easier, but... strangely she was compelled to their new home, like it was her home the whole time

    Jailkit watched intently, not wanting to get in the way. There were already enough... Peop.... I.... Bu... Cr-... Jailkit stumbled in place. Her pupils dilated to the point where the blue in her eyes was hardly even visible. "You all look weeeeeeeird." Her thoughts were swimming, and everything was a blur, yet clear at the same time. Jailkit collapsed to the ground. "The light burns." She whimpered, collapsing to the ground. Her face was to the ground, but her eyes were still wide open with their black pupils extended as far as they could go. One might expect a cat's pupils to be that wide in a vacuum of light, not in this circumstance.

    "Do you need the herbs yet?" Driftingcloud mumbled, with the comfrey in her mouth. It was beggining to feel more likea poultice than some leaves now.

    "Oh dear". Whisperpelt closed her eyes. She looked at Puddle. "Relax, it will be over soon". She said, then dabbed some water onto her forehead, and left the moss close to her mouth, in case she was to get thirsty. She walked to Jailkit. "Are you okay"? She asked.

    Feverkit pranced around on 3 legs. She had lost her Right Front Leg on the Journey here because of a Hawk.

    Whisperpelt looked at Feverkit. "So how are you coping"? She asked, remebering the hawk.

    "You're looking very confident." Complimented Driftingcloud, looking at Feverkit. She spat the pulp onto the ground, where it could be used if it was needed.

    "That's good". She replied, focusing on Puddle again. She dabbed her/his forehead.

    "See? You can get straight back up like that! Well done." Meowed Driftingcloud kindly to Feverkit, but her eyes were already being drawn away from the kit. She often got distracted.