Private Medicine Cat's Den the sun's return // branchkit

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
4 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Now that the storm was over, the sun had returned, just like Chickpaw and Dustystar had said it would. Everyone in camp seemed really happy about that, and honestly, Branchkit was happy about it too! Having the sun out meant the kits could go outside and play more, and everyone was in a better mood.

But Branchkit couldn't figure out why she wasn't as happy as everyone else. Nobody else seemed to have issues with how bright the sun was.

Maybe the medicine cats would have an answer for her.

Branchkit padded to their den, sitting at the entrance awkwardly before finally speaking up.

"Um, Dimmingsun? Meadowpaw? Can I ask you for some help?"

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OOC: the sunlight sensitivity is part of her aphotic curse :( there is no cure

 

[DIMMINGSUN]

It's a good thing Branchkit spoke up when she did. Her for-now smaller stature would have kept her nearly invisible to Dimmingsun and his focus. The medicine cat den is coming along, as much as it can—the patients had been priority, of course, so it's not finished, per se... but at least it isn't nearly as messy as it had been. The tunnelers had helped with drainage, but the force of the flood had displaced quite a few things, and had even carved odd shapes into the walls. Dimmingsun's paws are dirty from slapping wet earth into the sides, hoping to fill them up, or at least mold them into something more presentable. It's coming along, slowly but surely.

"Always,"

Dimmingsun responds to the voice before he has even fully turned around to face Branchkit. There isn't anything that pops out at him from first glance—Branchkit looks unharmed, physically, and there is no runny nose or glassy gaze that might suggest sickness. Those are good signs.

"What's bothering you, little one?"

As he begins crossing the den to meet Branchkit in the middle, Dimmingsun realizes the state of his paws.

"Ah, don't mind the dirt... I won't get your fur all messy, or at least I'll try not to. Stars know the caregivers wouldn't appreciate me for it."

He turns again, beelining for the stillwater at the edges that have yet to be drained completely. It's not the cleanest water, but it will at least get the stain off his light-colored paws for the time being. Just like his space, he has to look presentable.