Small things (O)

Swirlkit had been sitting outside the the medicine den for the last few hours, watching for any change, any difference to the steam of worried cats that flowed in and out of it constantly. Now it was raining, and, almost reluctantly, she returned to the nursery to get some rest. It was sundown, and it would of been a beautiful orangy-pink one if not for the masses of dark grey clouds covering the sky and the relentless torrent of rain pouring down. She hadn't known Poppyshine too well, she'd have to admit; she'd only met her once or twice and wasn't completely sure if she'd ever talked to her, yet she felt the loss of the deputy as keenly as any other member of the clan. Laying down in her nest inside the nursery, she started grooming her pelt, licking it to get the rainwater out of it.