BOURGEOISIE PAYROLL ★ private

*:･ﾟ✦ The days often passed with little excitement. For Copperkit, it was sleep, eat herbs, nibble on mouse, drink a few paltry drops of water, sleep again, and maybe try to play with the other kits if her body deemed it was the right time to do so. The kitten was bound indefinitely to her own biological clock, and while many other kits knew what hour came after seven, Copperkit found herself worrying about what would happen when the hour hand passed eight. It was a remarkably depressing life, and anyone who was in her company for more than a few seconds could only wonder how a kitten so inflicted by every kitten cough and cold and flu could be so nice and friendly. If she were honest, Copperkit was unsure how she did it either, because any moment she dared to stand, a violent sneezing fit could take her off her paws immediately. While the other kits moved forwards in their development by leaps and bounds, the sickly brown kitten seemed to be locked in a prison of herbs forever.

Today, however, Copperkit found herself in the nursery, chiefly because she wanted to see her mama and Duskkit without being held back by the minor fever she had been given. While Cinderstream was sleeping, some of the kittens were more than happy to try and play with her, but Copperkit often found herself disappointed because in every game of pretend, she was always resigned to the role of medicine cat. Was it because she smelled like herbs? Because she was always in the medicine den? Copperkit knew why, but liked to wonder anyways, if only to reduce whatever depressive mood that threatened to bubble in her throat. Eventually, she had just excused herself from the game and went to settle in the corner, where the shade of many sage bushes fell over her and she could hide within it's darkness. There, she was left to brood and wish she had been born with a stronger body; or no body at all.

Lightningspirit !