Mothstar looked at the blue feline and wished he held the energy to lick her, or the will. He didn't want her sick. Sniffing the lavender and (wasn't it duckweed and chervil?) He sniffed it before looking back up. "Who else is sick as of right now?" He asked groggily.
Frosteyes followed and sat down upfront of the Tom and lied her tail besides her in a light arch. "How many lives does Mothstar have...?" Her voice threatened to crack
Dandelionpaw quickly said into a Marsh rabbit hole that she had dug up a while ago, and looked at the herbs once she sat them down. Her claws came, as did a tear and a growl. He lied! He wasn't Star sent, he was wicked sent! N-Not to mention my grandfather...She hated a bit and a shiver ran down her spine. "Is it selfish of me to want kits but kill these?" She whispered to herself before she bent down slowly to eat the forbidden queen herbs