It's getting worse D:

It had only been a few nights ago when Willowkit had first fallen ill. Now, with the temperatures still at freezing, Willowkit was still curled up in a tiny ball underneath layers of moss that she used in her nest. Still unable to sleep well, she woke up with a horrible cough that started to hurt her lungs and her throat. Sniffling the snot that ran from her warm nose, she knew that she needed to see Dustleaf. The herbs she was giving her weren't working very well. Struggling to get to her feet, she started to crawl out of the nursery as to not wake any of the other kits, and soon she was trudging into the medicine cat's den. "Dustleaf," She groaned, half asleep, half dizzy from the sickly walk.

Dustleaf raced to Willowkit's side and rested her tail on her shoulder. "Willowkit, what's wrong?"

Sniffling, she looked up weakly at the medicine cat. "I still don't feel good..."

Blackpaw decided to visit Dustleaf and padded up to her and WillowKit. "Hi, Dustleaf," she said.

"Hello," Dustleaf said to Blackpaw. She looked back at Willowkit. "Do you feel ill in the same way?"

She nodded and turned to Blackpaw but then back to Dustleaf. "But it's worse..." She soon let out a loud cough.