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Mousekit hadn't wanted to visit the medicine cat again, after her initial diagnosis, but her older brother had insisted. The only reason she even approached the den now was because he was watching, a stern reproach in his eyes. The small gray kitten shuffled up to the den, amber eyes focused on the ground. "Softpelt? Are you here?" She called in her clear pitch, hoping the answer would be silence.
There was a rustle from deep within the den, as Softpelt muttered quietly to herself. The white she cat going over herbs as she sorted. Pausing when she felt eyes on her, the white she cat turning.
"Oh, Mousekit," Softpelt said going up to the kit after setting down some of the poppy seeds she'd been sorting. "What can I help you with?" She asked the kit. She'd been... rather distressed when she realized the kit's condition was not promising. Though Softpelt had wondered if perhaps her inexperience as a medicine cat might mean she'd gotten the diagnosis wrong.
"Good morning." Mousekit felt a shiver run down her spine, remembering Softpelt's kind but heart-wrenching words- that Mousekit would not live to see two years. She tried to shove the memory aside, resisting the urge to cry. "My brother wanted me to come to you for a check-up, to confirm the thing you told me last time."
"Nothing more than some queens needing help with their kits," Softpelt noted flicking her tail. "I have plenty of time to help you Mousekit, don't worry," She assured the young kit. "Now then, let's have a quick check," Softpelt said moving about the kit. Checking her over once more. Though she already knew grimly what she'd come to find... a kit who was struggling with something that prevented her from handling the struggles of living it seemed. And it distressed Softpelt greatly. Why was this sweet little one so burdened?
The small gray she-kit sat as still as she could while Jetclaw inspected her, closing her amber eyes as she did so. She had been rather tired lately, feeling fatigued within an hour of waking. Still, it was rude not to speak, so she forced herself to. "How long have you been a medicine cat?" She asked.
Softpelt tried not to wince, truthfully she hadn't been a medicine cat until about a half moon ago when she arrived to help a mother and her kits. She had helped Fawnheart with getting herbs or with anything else the medicine cat might need. "Well, I've dabbled in herbs and assisted the medicine cat back in SpringClan for a while, but I haven't held the position very long." She said. "But if you'd like we can also have Fawnheart look at you, she is admittedly more experienced than I, so perhaps she can have some suggestions."
