[ interacting with @Honeyflower @Branchkit @HONEYCOMBKIT @bunnykit @Swiftwatcher and @Cricketpaw (ohmygod) ]
Lotuskit allows herself to go deaf to the cheers of relief that sound around her. Honeyflower scoops her and her tabby sibling into a warm embrace, and in these few moments where the two of them are nosed about, Lotuskit scents something different deep beneath her mother's breath. It's... ailing, and uncomfortable. Her jaw tenses as she looks warily to the calico before noting that Bunnykit, too, wears the same exhausting scent. Her maw opens to ask about them, but the caretaker is called away for her official duties. Again, Lotuskit leans her weight onto another (frankly, any of her siblings who let her,) and watches dazed as her mother leaves, but the scent remains just as strong.
Swiftwatcher's tail curls around them protectively, and she turns towards her grandfather, offering the dark furred tom a slight smile. The ache in her head returns with the compounding smells in the area, all waterlogged, some metallic, some muddy, and she takes the opportunity to twist and bury her face in the tom's pelt. Cricketpaw finds them with the same joy as everyone else, but the older tortoiseshell notices the way she favors her paw. Lotuskit twists out of the safety of Swiftwatcher's shadowed fur to look at her paw and blinks. She... she...
"I hurt it," she mumbles, though not unkind, to Cricketpaw. How, she can't say. Lotuskit cringes back into Swiftwatcher's embrace, offering another, quieter, "I hurt it."
Lotuskit allows herself to go deaf to the cheers of relief that sound around her. Honeyflower scoops her and her tabby sibling into a warm embrace, and in these few moments where the two of them are nosed about, Lotuskit scents something different deep beneath her mother's breath. It's... ailing, and uncomfortable. Her jaw tenses as she looks warily to the calico before noting that Bunnykit, too, wears the same exhausting scent. Her maw opens to ask about them, but the caretaker is called away for her official duties. Again, Lotuskit leans her weight onto another (frankly, any of her siblings who let her,) and watches dazed as her mother leaves, but the scent remains just as strong.
Swiftwatcher's tail curls around them protectively, and she turns towards her grandfather, offering the dark furred tom a slight smile. The ache in her head returns with the compounding smells in the area, all waterlogged, some metallic, some muddy, and she takes the opportunity to twist and bury her face in the tom's pelt. Cricketpaw finds them with the same joy as everyone else, but the older tortoiseshell notices the way she favors her paw. Lotuskit twists out of the safety of Swiftwatcher's shadowed fur to look at her paw and blinks. She... she...
"I hurt it," she mumbles, though not unkind, to Cricketpaw. How, she can't say. Lotuskit cringes back into Swiftwatcher's embrace, offering another, quieter, "I hurt it."
