The Beginning of The End [Open]

Shrikekit sat outside of the medicine den. An occasional cough escaping the young kit. He was supposed to be an apprentice yesterday, but when this cough became more frequent than it had before his mother sent him off to the medicine den to get checked out by Mintpaw, thus delaying his ceremony. Flowerdrop said that he would get his ceremony as soon as he got better, but every passing day it felt like it was getting worse.

The apprentice aged kit lifted a paw to his mouth to clean himself, but a coughing fit broke through him. No one was going to like him at this rate.. What if he never made it to apprentice hood? The young cat let out a sigh.. Why in Starclan's name did this have to happen to him?

Blossompaw walked over to the large kit with a squirrel in jaws. She set it down. "I...
Thought you might be hungry, Shrikekit." She said.

OOC: sorry this is trashy trash

Mintpaw ducked out of the nursery, a mouthful of moss in her jaws. She was about to return back to her den, but the sight of a small black-and-white tom stopped her. Carefully putting the moss down beside the nursery, she padded towards him, hesitating as Blossompaw approached him with a squirrel. Deciding she didn't want to scare them, she spoke up. "You really shouldn't b-be out in the cold," She hoped they'd catch the smile in her voice and know she was kidding. The taupe tabby walked closer and sat down in the melting snow, noting with a small hint of disappointment that the apprentice-aged tom was nearly as tall as her. "Don't w-worry," She mewed, her ears twitching as he coughed. "You'll get your a-apprentice ceremony soon. Crowstar won't k-keep you waiting too long, r-right, Blossompaw?" Oh Starclan, she really didn't have anything good to say. When was she supposed to tell a sickly kit anyways?

The depressed tom looked up as another apprentice approached him. He looked at Blossompaw before accepting the squirrel. He should have been hunting for himself at this point. Why did this have to happen? The tom looked up as Mintpaw approached. The cold? Oh right.. He didn't really feel it because of how fluffy he was. The young kit let out a sigh. "I hope so." He hoped he was going to get better in no time.