Stonekit | Darkclan | 3 moons | grey + amber eyes | plotting open

Family was a strange, confusing thing for Stonekit to think about, which meant he didn't do it often. It was like trying to put a snapped stick back together; there was chips of wood missing, so the two pieces didn't fit together quite right. Jewelpelt was his mother, but there had been another queen, too. Two queens had fed him milk, not one. The memory of her scent had grown faint in his mind, leaving him wondering if he had perhaps just imagined the other mother. His siblings were easier to think about, though no less frustrating.
Stonekit wasn't sure how he felt about his siblings. Most of them, anyway. When it came to Blossomkit and Conekit... He knew he had to protect them, especially from Timberkit. They were smaller, weaker, and in Conekit's case, sicker. Did Conekit feel the way he felt right now, suffering kittencough, all the time? The thought made Stonekit blanch. He needed to find out, he decided, and do something about it. Conekit deserved to be happy.
"Conekit?" He called, not daring to prod his bother with a paw in case he hurt him, "Have a question."