✧ // i've only got weeks
The little tri-eyed femme had not been seen in awhile, that was for sure. Little did people know, the innocent little kitten had been staving off an illness, one of proportions she had never dealt with before. She had been so ill, her stomach wouldn't quit churning and her head would throb with an agonizing pain. Sniffling, crying, Midnightkit would lie throughout the night in the medic den, too weak to move. It was a shame, really, to see a kit like her, usually energetic and full of life, brought down by illness. Truth be told, Midi was rather lonely now because of it. Unfortunately, she had to deal with it irregardless of what she wanted to do.
"Waaa...Pleases makes stops, makes stops," the tiny flame kit would mewl, sadness in her gaze.